Page 40 of The Hook Up
Her lips tugged up. “I’m not usually that fast.”
He laughed and stroked a palm over her breast, making her shudder. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.”
Still grinning, he dipped his head to kiss the underside of her breast. “Actually, I don’t think I get much credit for that,” he said. “That was all you, Ellie.”
“It’s, uh—been a while.”
“You’re very responsive,” he said, curling his tongue around her nipple to make her shudder.
Ellie grinned and shifted on his lap. He was still rock hard and still deep inside her. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t come yet.
“Want to slow things down a little for round two?” she murmured, rocking her hips just a little.
Ty laughed and moved his attention to her other breast. “You sure you don’t need a second to rest?”
“No. I don’t want to rest.”
Heat flashed in his eyes, and he nodded once. “A woman who knows what she wants.”
Before Ellie said anything, he slid an arm around her waist, gathering her against him. Then he lifted her up, sliding them both to the floor so he was on top of her.
She tilted her head back, marveling at the well-muscled arms on either side of her head, at the weight of his body pinning her to the carpet. At the fact that he’d somehow stayed nestled inside her.
She arched up, signaling her readiness for more.
Ty laughed and eased back, then slid deep again.“You’re amazing,” he breathed, drawing back only to slide back in. “And you feel so good.”
Ellie moaned and tilted her hips, amazed at how incredible he felt. The firmness of the floor, the hardness between her legs, everything about it made a delicious contrast to the soft heat inside her. She gasped as he drew back again then drove into her hard. She clawed at his back, spurring him on.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”
His words rippled through her, morphing her into a sex goddess. That was new. Selling Madame Butterfly had empowered her, equipped her with a sexual knowledge she’d never had before. But putting it into practice, experiencing it with a man who triggered every last nerve in her body—that was something else entirely.
The sensation was building again, and Ellie wondered if he was close, too. His pace quickened, his breath was growing ragged. He slowed his movements, buying time. Hesitating.
She dug her heels into the back of his thighs. “Don’t stop.”
“El,” he gasped. “If I don’t slow down, I’m going to?—”
“Do it!” she cried, amazed by her own boldness. “Please, Ty.”
He hesitated only a second before complying, slamming into her again. His hips moved with shocking strength, driving in hard and deep. Ellie rose to meet him.
“That’s it,” she whispered. “Please. I’m close, too.”
That’s all it took to tip them both over the edge. He gave a low growl in the back of his throat and plunged in hard, hitting that spot again and again as he pulsed inside her.
“Ellie,” he groaned, his weight pressing her shoulder blades into the carpet. The rawness of that friction, the pulsing of heat inside her, the echo of his pleasure in her ears, ripped through her whole body, triggering one mind- blowing tremor after another until they both lay spent on her living room floor.
When they caught their breath, Ty rolled to one side and lay panting next to her. Ellie curled against him, warming as he slid an arm around her and pulled her to his chest.
“That was incredible,” he said.
Ellie smiled to herself, giddy at what had just happened. Thrilled by her own pleasure and that she’d managed to please him.
Sex goddess indeed.
