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I don’t answer, just rise and grab his cock. Wordlessly, he moves my shorts to the side, and I lower myself onto him, the feel of him bare just as thrilling and hot as it was earlier today. He groans, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes, finally,finallyletting himself just feel. It’s a small victory, perhaps, but it’s so hard-won that I thrill to see it.
He’s so sexy like this. Wide open and vulnerable, hiding nothing. Now that he’s inside me, thick and long and filling me to the brim, I move slowly, unhurried, luxuriating in the feel of him deep inside me. The soft light flickers against his skin. Histhroat bobs as he swallows, and the sounds coming out of him, desperate moans and whispers of praise, send my heart racing.
He brings his head back up and opens his eyes, and I lean back down to kiss him. “Ansel,” I whisper. I grind against him, and he closes his eyes.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, pushing his hands beneath my shirt and then pulling it off. He angles up, taking a nipple into his mouth through the bralette, soaking the soft cotton and pulling a sound of pleasure out of me.
I rise and down, riding him slowly as he pushes the fabric up and sucks at my nipple again, the sensation a bright, hot thing that brings me closer to the edge. Then he shoves a hand down my shorts, finding my clit and pressing onto it. I hitch a breath, letting my forehead rest on his head as sensations threaten to overwhelm me.
He laughs softly, pulling off my breast and tugging my mouth to his. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, hot and wet, as his free hand wraps around my ass. He holds me in place as his hips rise, pushing him deeper into me.
“Fuck,” I let out.
Then he’s got both his hands beneath my hips, holding me up as he pushes into me, his strong thighs working overtime as I grip the back of the couch.
“Elodie,” he breathes. “Come for me.”
“I can’t,” I say, feeling it so close but knowing it’s not going to happen.
“Play with yourself,” he says, slowing his thrusts and turning them into swirls.
My cheeks burn, but I do it, sliding my hand down my shorts and pressing onto the bundle of nerves.
His eyes flare. “Fuck, that worked,” he murmurs. “I can feel you tighten around me.” He keeps moving. “I will always make sure you come, Elodie. Always.”
The way he says it, so certain and sure of himself, the future embedded in that promise, sends a wave of desire through me.
He grunts again. “Goddamn,woman.” He picks up the pace, and as I press and swirl my fingers around myself, he fucks me. Pushing and thrusting, finding the spot that makes me gasp repeatedly. “There it is,” he says triumphantly, still working me. Still fucking me. “Let me hear you, Elodie. Let me hear you come.”
I detonate, bearing down on him as I groan, the sound loud enough to drown out any other noise.
He climaxes with me, smacking his hips into mine and holding through his release. I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him as we both come down. After a moment, he relaxes, pulling me to him as I lay my head on his shoulder, my thighs shaking.
“That is the best sound in the world,” he says, running a palm over my curls and kissing my forehead.
“What is?” I murmur against his neck.
“You coming.”
Chapter 27
Elodie
IWAKE UP in Ansel’s bed, sun streaming through the blinds.
“Good morning, Daddy,” a tiny voice whispers on Ansel’s side of the bed. “Did you and Elle Belle have a sleepover?”
Well, no hiding this now, I think, rising onto an elbow and smiling at the sweet little girl peering over the bed. Thank goodness I put on one of his T-shirts last night.
Beside me, Ansel’s voice is deep and scratchy as he answers his daughter. “Good morning, Rosie Posie. Did you let me sleep late?”
“Yes, but now I’m hungry.”
“Me, too,” Ansel says. “Maybe I need a Rosie sandwich.”
Suddenly, he’s grabbing a squealing five-year-old and pulling her into the bed in between us, snorting and smacking his lips while Rosie laughs hysterically.
“Save me, Elle Belle!” Rosie giggles, clinging onto me while Ansel pretends to chomp on her.
