Broken Wings (A Romantic Suspense)(49)

When she realizes what I’m doing she grabs the box of condoms from the nightstand and shoves it in my hand. I rip the it open and tear apart the wrapper and shimmy out of my pants. I kneel on the bed and she watches intently as I peel the condom down my shaft, staring at my cock like it’s made of magic. When it’s on she throws herself back on the bed and spreads her legs, raising her hips to thrust her waiting body at me.

I take one quick look down as I guide myself inside her and then enter Ellie’s body slowly, savoring the expression on her face. It starts as shock and slowly melts into a contended, slack look before turning needy again as I press against her, burying my cock in her to the root.

I don’t move yet. I savor the feeling of her heat and body around me, sheathing my cock. My instincts scream at me to thrust but the way she curls up under me and hugs my hips with her thighs makes me gentle, tempering my urgency.

There’s no fear in her eye, only trust. She rests her hands on my neck and gives me a hint of a squeeze and a tug with her legs, and I roll my hips. The flickering change in her expression as I start to f*ck her sends a shock through me and I almost laugh, filled with triumphant excitement as she stares at me with a silent plea, more, harder, faster.

I ramp up slowly, so I don’t forget myself and lose it. Ellie moves with me, rolling her hips in time with my motion, squeezing herself around me like she wants me to absorb her body into mine. As I draw nearer I feel clenches in her body and start to grind, pushing her down until I find the angle where my body rubs against her and my cock fills her just right.

Then I cut loose. It doesn’t take long. Ellie cries out, a little squeak escaping her before she silences herself, swallowing her own cry of pleasure as she bucks and arches under me, her nails raking my back. Her legs shake like leaves and I feel the way she binds up and suddenly lets go, then does it again, each time harder, more intense.

“I’m coming, come in me,” she whimpers in my ear.

I lose it. Completely. I thrust into her so hard the bed bucks, and hold on as I explode inside her. It feels like my soul is being ripped out from between my legs and shooting through her body. It’s so strong it hurts and I just collapse on top of her, covered in sweat and feeling swallowed by the heat between her legs.

I almost forget I’m wearing a condom. I can’t just lie here and keep my cock in her until it goes soft. I roll over and Ellie gasps when she sees the rather impressive wad of cum hanging in the end of the condom. She covers her mouth and stares.

“Holy crap, you did that inside me the other night.”

“Yeah.”

“Is there always that much?”

I need to peel it off but I just lie there, spent. “Only for you, babe.”

Ellie breaks out laughing before she silences herself. I look over her and catch a glimpse of her as she really is, so f*cking beautiful it makes my soul ache. When she smiles, really smiles in joy, it’s like there are no scars at all. I want to keep her forever.

“There’s two more in the box,” she says.

“Let me rest for a minute.”

Ellie lies there shaking for a while, for all her horny bravado. It takes a moment before she can even stand holding my hand. When she’s finally ready to move she peels the covers down and takes off her sweatshirt. We pile our clothes up at the foot of the bed and crawl under the covers, and she tucks herself up in my arms.

“If there were nine more in the box you could do that to me nine more times.”

I’m not sure if I actually could. Then she rakes her nails down my chest and my cock goes rigid again. Ellie reaches over me to grab the box and I seize her by the waist and take her nipple in my mouth. She falls on top of me and purrs, lying there as I tickle her ribs and suck her nipple, making her giggle and moan in turns. She wiggles, taking her nipple away from me, so I turn to the other one until it stiffens against my tongue and she goes quiet, hugging my head to her chest as she lies on top of me.

Ellie swings her legs together and catches my cock gently between them.

“It’s all sticky,” she whispers. “You’re hard, too.”

I suck her nipple hard, until she squeaks, then let go. “I’m going to f*ck you again. I want to save number three for the morning, before we leave.”

Her whole body quivers.

I roll on my back.

Ellie pulls herself on top of me and flops down on my chest. She doesn’t say anything, she just slips her arms under me and rests her head on my shoulder. I reach down and pull the covers up over us. My knuckles brush her body as I do.

I touch her behind the neck first, kneading the muscle. She makes a little sound almost like a purr and I feel her teeth on my neck, and then she goes still. I can feel the tension in her muscles, it’s like wires pulled too tight by a huge machine. She starts to soften under my touch.

It’s a little awkward massaging her shoulders with her lying on top of me, but she likes it. She looks up at me and smiles when I push my fingers into her muscles.

“That hurt?”

“Yeah, but it’s a good hurt. Keep doing it.”

“Lay on your stomach.”

She slides off me, and I sit up. Sprawled out on the bed with the covers pulled up to her knees, she almost seems to glow. I sit beside her and work her shoulders with my hands, feeling her soften under my touch.

As I start to work down her back, I can feel her relax. Her whole body goes soft. There are some scars on her back—not burns, marks from deep cuts that left puckered, raking lines down her left side. I avoid those as I massage, running my palms hard up and down her spine.