Page 57 of Defying Ella
The urge to trace all of his tattoos with my tongue thrummed through me, but with my arms trapped beneath him, common sense chased right behind the desire.
“We should clean up the spill before it stains the floors.” The words tasted like ash on my tongue.
“I hate that you’re right.” Jared’s eyes fell shut, and then he lowered his face, groaning into my shoulder.
The vibration was enough to make me wish I’d kept my mouth shut. My clit throbbed with need.
“But Andy should forgive us one stain, considering we’ve been trapped here, right?” My voice hitched with hope.
Jared lifted his head, fixing me with a smouldering look. “Yeah, a little delay won’t matter.”
Without warning, he shot up and ripped the blanket back. The plates tumbled off the bed, shattering right alongside my mug.
He scraped his nails across my naked thigh, raising goose bumps on my skin and making every inch of my body shake. My breath hitched and my core clenched as his fingers danced against my inner thigh, right below where I needed him.
“Tell me you’re wet for me, Els. I don’t think I can wait.”
“How about you stop teasing me and find out?” I threaded my hand into his hair and tugged him towards me.
His nose glided along my jaw, hot breath teasing my skin just as his fingers swiped through my folds. My head fell back against the pillows while Jared groaned against my neck.
“You’re soaking,” he whispered.
A finger delved into me while his thumb circled my clit. Lightning shot up my spine making my back bow and my eyes close.
His lips claimed mine as he worked another finger into me, hooking until they glided against my inner walls. Liquid heat flooded me so fast, I couldn’t hold back my moans as he drove me higher and higher with just his fingers.
When the pressure broke, he wasted no time shrugging out of his boxers and filling me to the hilt. He stilled above me, his eyes strained, and his teeth bared.
“Fuck, Els, you’re so tight.”
I wrapped my legs around him and wove my fingers into his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. Our gazes locked as I shifted my hips, forcing him to move, to sink deeper, even if it was just an inch. I might have had one orgasm but with him filling me to the max, one would never be enough.
Jared pressed his forehead to mine and pulsed his hips. I bit my lip against the rush of pleasure such a tiny movement could cause. Sweat beaded on his forehead while the strain in his expression grew with each thrust.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” he whispered against my lips before capturing them in a deep kiss.
I’ll never get enough of you.
Iheld my gloopy hands up for Jared to inspect. “Are you sure this is right?”
Jared chuckled. “Yes, it’s right, justkeep mixing.”
My gaze fixed on the lumpy, sticky mess coating my fingers and gluing itself to the sides of the bowl. My lips pulled back against my will just imagining putting my hands back into the mess.
“But it’s so sticky and…” My pulse raced as my eyes zeroed in on the beige colour coating my nails. “Oh my god, it’s embedded under my nails, isn’t it?”
Suitably freaked out, I tried to drop the chunk in my hands. No amount of flicking would free me from the floury mess.
Jared’s fingers wrapped around my wrists. He crowded me, holding my frantic hands still while pressing his chest against my back.
“Calm down, Sparky,” he said, his breath caressing my ear. “It’s just dough. It’s not going to hurt you.”
When my breathing evened out, he pressed his lips against the skin beneath my neck. I leaned back against him, taking all the comfort I could get while my hands were trapped.
“You can stop at any time.” He nibbled my earlobe, distracting me further. “There are plenty of other ingredients in the pantry I could play with. I don’t need bread rolls today.”
As much as I appreciated the out, my stubborn streak wouldn’t let me quit now. I shut my eyes and forced my hands back into the bowl.
