Page 146 of Seasons of Love
“Ellis,” I whisper, rubbing my cheek on his.
I pull his earlobe with my teeth and whisper his name again.
His hands come up to hold my wrists.
“Milo.”
“May I kiss you?”
“Please.”
This time, when our lips touch, it’s not a stolen moment. I will never forget this. It’s the culmination of months of wanting, pining, desiring, and hoping. The soft and tender kisses become laced with more need. Our bodies line up until I’m practically fully on top of him.
Ellis’s hands move up my arms until he’s cradling my face. He opens his mouth, and as our tongues touch, I know I’ll never want to kiss anyone ever again.
I push for more because I’ve wanted to taste Ellis since the moment I first saw him, and he lets me. He gives in like he’s meant to be mine.
Each one of his moans is swallowed until I have to come up for air, but even then, I don’t stop. I kiss his neck and suck his Adam’s apple.
The thought that we have to stop and talk about what’s happening terrifies me. But he wants it. He said he wanted to kiss me. So I do.
I kiss him until my dick is so painfully hard that unless we stop, we’re at risk of doing something really inappropriate in his backyard.
“Ellis, dear?”
We both freeze when we hear the voice on the other side of the fence.
“Is everything okay over there? I keep hearing moaning and wheezing. I hope Milo hasn’t hurt himself.”
I rest my head on his chest, trying not to laugh. He brings his hand to rest on the back of my neck.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Fisher. All under control.”
“You make sure he doesn’t put himself under too much stress. He works far too hard.”
Ellis’s chest rumbles with barely contained laughter.
“I will, Mrs. Fisher. Don’t worry.”
We stay still until we hear the sliding doors to her home close.
Ellis flips us so he’s on top of me. “No undue stress. Mrs. Fisher’s orders.”
I cant my hips, knowing he’ll feel my erection through his thin pajama pants.
“This is your fault,” I say.
We smile at each other.
“I guess I’m forgiven for my transgressions?” Ellis asks.
“Hmm, I’m not sure. I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
He laughs, and I feel it all over. I love it.
“Why don’t you get back to work, and I’ll prepare something for us.”
“Yes, boss.” I give him a quick kiss and move him off me to stand.
