I couldn’t deny that I was turned on by her innocence and inexperience at first, but now just the thought of her curves and how she was game for anything sexual heated my blood more than any other woman had. Not even Tiffany, with her model body, blonde hair, and killer smile - revved my libido like Ellie did.
It’s just sex. That was what I told myself, but now I wasn’t so sure. There was something about today that had me on edge. Like things between us were about to end. Why didn’t she tell me in person that something had come up? I’m home all the damn time. Instead, she left a note on her door for me.
Ellie was an open and honest woman, so the fact that she’d avoided me had me second guessing. Did she have another date? Had I taught her all she needed to know and she now was off with another man? Would she let him touch her? Fuck her? The idea of that made my blood boil for a whole different reason.
She’s mine!
That thought stopped me mid-sip of my beer. She’s mine. It should have terrified me, and I had to admit that nerves fluttered in my gut. But more than that, the thought settled comfortably in my chest. Maybe it was time to open up to the idea of something more than friends with benefits.
My phone beeped alerting me to a text from Rick.
Ellie is Ubering home. They’ve had a lot of wine. Might want to check on her.
So, Ellie wasn’t on a date.
I’ll check on her. All good with Ang?
He texted back: Things are looking up.
He was a braver man than I was to open up with a woman. Could I do that? The instinct to protect myself said no. But an ache in my chest seemed to urge me to take a chance.
I put my beer down and went to the door to wait for Ellie to arrive. As the minutes ticked by, the tug of war raged in my brain; protect my heart or take a chance?
I didn’t have an answer as Ellie appeared at the end of the hall walking toward her apartment.
She stopped short when she saw me. A look of sadness crossed her face that made my gut clench. “Oh. Hey, Will.”
“Rick said you got a car home because you’d been drinking. I just wanted to check on you.”
She smiled. “I’ve had a little wine.” She made her way to her door.
“Do you want more?” She didn’t seem tipsy, but that was Ellie; safe and responsible. Certainly not a woman to tear a man’s heart out and abandon a child.
She stared at me for a moment, and then finally nodded. But she didn’t look happy about it. A feeling of doom fell over me.
“You okay?”
She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her pretty blue eyes. “Yes. Just tired.”
“Well, come in. I was just out on the balcony. Why don’t you go there and I’ll meet you with some wine?”
She nodded and made her way outside. I watched her for a moment, feeling content she was here even though I felt some unease about her strange mood.
“Everything okay with Angela?” I asked when I handed her the wine.
“Rick showed up, as I guess you know.” She had a sweet smile on her face. “It was quite romantic.”
I could be romantic. I shook my head at the thought that came from nowhere. Sure, I could be romantic, but I worked hard not to be. Polite, yes. A gentleman, yes. But romantic, no. Women got strange ideas in their heads in romantic situations.
“Do you think they’ll work it out?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t reveal the crazy torment in my brain.
“I do. And I’m glad.” She smiled and it was radiant. I wanted to wrap it up and keep it forever.
I leaned forward and gave her a soft, gentle kiss. When I pulled away, her eyes shone with surprise.
“What?” I asked.
“What was that for?”
“It’s not like I’ve never kissed you.” But I knew why she was surprised. I’d never just kissed her. Before, my kissing was always a prelude to sex.
She studied me, and now her eyes expressed confusion. Was she sensing a change in me? I should tell her all the crazy thoughts running around in my head. What would she think? Would she be open to going beyond the friend zone? I wasn’t even sure I wanted that. Yes, you do. Okay, I did. But I wasn’t sure I was brave enough. After all, she had accepted my no-strings terms and hadn’t given any indication that she’d want more.
Fuck. I didn’t know what to do or think.
We stood on the balcony as the waves lapped at the shore. Neither of us spoke.
She finished her wine and then turned to me. “Well, I guess I should be going. I’ll put this in the sink.”
Go? What? No. “Can’t you stay?” A crazy desperate feeling came over me. She looked at me, and I couldn’t read what was going on in those gorgeous eyes. “Is something wrong, Ellie?”
She looked down. “Not wrong, no.”
I narrowed my eyes as I tried to decipher what was up. I reached out to push back a strand of hair that had blown in her face.
“You’re so beautiful, did you know that?”
Her breath hitched, and I wondered if no one had ever told her that. Had I?
It appeared I didn’t want our relationships to be simply about sex, and yet the only way I could really think to share with her how I was feeling was by touching her.
“Come with me.” I took her hand and led her into the condo to my bedroom. I’d never had a woman in there before. My trysts always took place elsewhere. But I didn’t have the time or inclination to get us over to Ellie’s “Let me touch you, Ellie.”
She swallowed and for a moment I thought she was going to say no. But then she nodded. I kissed her hand as I closed the door to my room. I left the light off, but the bright light of the moon lit the room. I opened the window to let the cool night breeze in as well as the sound of the ocean. Romantic.
Then I went to her and kissed her. I didn’t caress her or undress her, I simply kissed her. She sighed into my mouth, and relief that she was here spread over me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. She tasted like wine and Ellie, so sweet.
Slowly, I undressed her, until she stood before me completely nude. The moonlight cast her in an ethereal glow that took my breath away.
“So fucking beautiful.” I reached out and held one of her breasts in my hand, watching as the nipple puckered. I leaned forward, and lightly sucked it, loving how she moaned. Ellie never held back her responses to my touch. It was one of the many things I loved about her.
I undressed, and then gently laid her back on my bed. That warning sounded in my brain again about stepping over the bounds. I had a woman in my bed, something that had never happened before. I told my brain to shut up.
“Will.”
“Yes?” I stared down on her, noting how vulnerable she seemed. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Touch me.”
I smiled. “Anything you want, Ellie.” I touched her everywhere. With each caress, I imprinted the feel of her soft skin and the way she responded into my brain. For some reason, the need to savor - to remember this night seemed important. When I was done touching her with my hands, I used my lips. Kissing, licking, nipping every inch of her sweet body. I could feel the tension building in her at my touch. It was like her body was an instrument and I was making it hum.
I always had this idea that slow sex in the missionary position was boring, but as I took my time and then hovered over her body as I prepared to enter her, it seemed like the sweetest, sexiest, most sensual method of them all.
“Open your eyes, Ellie.” Every inch of my body was pressed into hers as I lay on her, my hips between her thighs as I readied to fully make her mine.
Her lids lifted, and her blue eyes filled with passion and desire as they stared back at me. I clasped her hands in mine and lifted them over her head, holding them there. Every inch of us was connected, except one.
Slowly, I pushed the head of my cock to her entrance.
“Will.” She sighed as she opened her legs more to take me.
“You feel so fucking good.
” I took my time, sliding inch by slow inch inside her, watching her eyes, her face, as she responded to my invasion.
“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper and deeper until I couldn’t go any further.
“Tell me you like this.” I knew she’d think I was talking about the sex, but in fact, deep down, I was talking about us.
“I like this.”
I withdrew nearly as slowly as I’d entered her and then slid back in, noting the feel of her pussy walls as they massaged and gripped me. It was fucking sensational. Like her pussy was made specifically for my cock.
Our gazes still held as I moved, slowly in and out of her.
“So good, Will…so good.”
I smiled, glad that she was enjoying it as much as I was. But was it as intense emotionally for her as it was for me? Because my chest was so full it was almost painful.
I could have stayed with her like that, slowly making love to her, forever. But my body had other plans, and my physical need superseded what my mind wanted. I began to thrust faster, with more power.
She moaned and arched, pushing her tits up. I took it as an offering and sucked on one nipple and then the other, loving how her pussy clenched around my dick with each tug on her tit.
“Oh God, Will…I’m going to come.”
I wanted to slow it down. To make it last longer, but I was teetering on the edge as well, and there was no stopping it.
“Yes, baby…come with me.” I levered up on my arms and began driving harder, faster, watching as her tits swayed each time I filled her to the hilt.
“Oh… yes…there…there…” Her entire body stiffened, her sweet hole latching onto me and her mouth forming that perfect O shape as her orgasm rolled through her. It was the most beautiful and sexy vision I’d ever seen.
But I’d only had that glimpse of perfection as my own orgasm ripped through my body, hard and fast. “Fuck baby…yes…” The pleasure was so intense, so fucking good, it knocked me off kilter.
When I finally drained every last bit of my seed into her, I wrapped her close and kissed her temple. So much was running through my brain. My chest ached with something I couldn’t understand. I was terrified and yet strangely content. All of it I kept to myself. The best I could do was hold her, and hope she wouldn’t leave.
Chapter 13
Ellie
I was completely overwhelmed by Will on Friday night. First, he’d taken me to his own bed, which he’d never done before. Even when Mollie wasn’t home, we nearly always had sex at my place. I didn’t know why that was, but I assumed it was part of his rule to keep women at a distance.
What really threw me for a loop was the way he touched me. It didn’t feel like it was only sex. It felt like maybe he had more than friendly feelings. When it was done, I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to be ending things with him, but if there was a chance at a relationship, maybe that was worth risking my job.
“You okay?” He asked me as I lay underneath him, his warm cock still nestled inside me.
I managed a smile. “Yes.” I wondered if it was time for me to get up and go. Just because he had slow, emotionally intense sex with me in his bed, didn’t mean he wanted me to stay. His actions felt deeper than just sex, but he hadn’t said anything to suggest things had changed, so maybe it was all in my head.
He withdrew his cock from my body but stayed over me. He pushed my breasts together and started playing with them.
“Back to the boobs, eh?” See, this was only about sex. I needed to stop projecting my wishes on him.
“They’re magnificent, Ellie.”
Even though I’d just come, each tug and suck on my nipples ran straight to my pussy. “What did you mean when you said you wanted to fuck them?”
He lifted his head to look at me. “Just what it sounds like.”
I shook my head in confusion. “How does that even work?”
“Well, you hold your tits together like this.” He pressed my tits together. “And I slide my cock between those two beauties.”
I replaced his hands with mine. “Show me.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nodded.
He straddled my torso, resting his dick on my diaphragm. He adjusted himself a little closer to my tits and then looked down on me. “He needs a little lubrication.”
I quirked a brow. “Do you want a boob job or a blow job.”
He laughed. “Both.” He set his dick, which was lengthening but not quite at full staff, on my lips. “Just enough to make him slide between your luscious tits, Ellie.”
I opened my mouth and took him in, sucking on his semi-rigid cock and then focusing on getting it wet. I tasted his come and my own essence, which made me wet again.
“Yeah, fuck baby…just like that.” He slid in and out of my mouth a few times and then withdrew.
I pressed my tits together for him and he brought his dick to the seam they made. He pushed his cock between my breasts until the red engorged tip peeked out at the top.
“Is that enough friction?” I was pressing my tits together as tight as I could, but it didn’t seem like it was enough pressure.
“This isn’t about the friction,” he said, his breath growing faster. “It’s how fucking hot it looks to see my cock fucking your tits.” His eyes watched his dick disappear and then emerge from my tits. I could his desire and need growing. When his tip slid to the top of my tits, I snaked my tongue out to lick it.
“Oh fuck, Ellie…yes.”
I continued to lick his tip each time he pushed past my breasts, and soon his pace quickened. I worked to squeeze my tits tighter, wanting to make it as good as possible.
“Ellie…fuck….can I come on your tits?”
I’d thought that was a foregone conclusion. “Yes.”
He withdrew from my tits and wrapped his hand around his massive length. He stroked himself, first focusing on the head and then on the full, throbbing staff. I watched in fascination as he masturbated, making mental notes of the places where he touched himself that seemed to elicit a gasp or a ‘fuck yeah’ from him.
“I’m going to come, I’m going to come.” He threw his head back and his hand jacked his cock quickly. He let out a groan, bringing his head back up, his eyes focusing on his dick. On the down stroke, the first hot gush of his thick and creamy cum shot out, landing on my tits. He continued to stroke himself, and more cum covered my tits.
Finally, he sat back on his heels. “That was so fucking awesome, Ellie.” He leaned forward and gave me a hard kiss. “You’re awesome.”
It wasn’t a declaration of love, but then, I knew it wouldn’t be. Whatever emotion or mood he’d touched me in before was just a different form of the same thing; sex.
I returned home early the next morning so I wouldn’t be there when Mollie arrived home. It probably wouldn’t be smart for her to see me too close to her father. She was shy, but one never knew what a child would say or to whom. If she told someone at school that I was at her dad’s house early in the morning, I could lose my job.
I tried to focus on lesson planning that day, but I couldn’t forget the way Will had touched me and looked at me last night out of my head. Was it just another lesson, or had it meant more?
Driving myself crazy with it, I decided to take a walk on the beach to clear my head. As I was leaving my condo, Will’s door opened and he and Mollie stepped out.
“Ms. Webb.” Mollie ran to me and gave me a hug.
“Hi, Mollie. What are you guys doing?”
“Me and my daddy are going swimming at the pool. Want to come?”
“I’m going to the beach.” Yes, I wanted to come. It was crazy how much I wanted to go to the pool with them. But not just that. I wanted to have dinner. To read Mollie a bedtime story. To keep Will warm and sated at night. God, I was a mess.
“I want to go to the beach. Can we daddy?”
Will’s eyes widened in surprise. “You want to go to
the beach?” I thought he might remind her that she didn’t like the beach, but instead, he said, “If you want to. Hold on, let me grab something.” He looked up at me. “Can you watch her for a minute?”
I nodded. He went into the condo and a few minutes later reemerged with a toy pail filled with shovels and other plastic toys.
“What’s that for, daddy?” Mollie levered up on her tippy toes to see inside the pail.
“For digging and making sand castles, and collecting shells. Remember? Mermaids love shells.”
Her eyes, so blue like Wills, shone. “I want to find shells.”
Down on the beach, I watched Will with Mollie. Emotion filled my chest so full that it was all I could do to keep from hugging them both. He was so patient as Mollie’s nerves ratcheted up as we drew closer to the water. He sat with her in his lap, gently taking her hand and rubbing it through the sand. Soon they were digging and building a mermaid castle. And they were letting me be a part of it.
Later, we walked along the shore, Will carrying Mollie. He reached down and took my hand, and my heart cried out in a mixture of joy and pain. Joy because I felt like a part of them, and pain because I knew it didn’t really mean what I wanted. I thought Will liked me and perhaps cared, but not in a way that would lead to a future. We were friends with benefits. I’m not serious about her.
That evening, when we headed back to our condos, Will sent Mollie inside to get her swimsuit off and get ready for a bath.
“Ellie,” he called as he lingered by his open door.
“Yes?”
He motioned for me to come closer. My heart was filling and tearing at the same time as I walked closer to him.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for what?”
“Mollie is like a different little girl now. I know that’s from you and how good of a teacher you are.”
I shook my head, not wanting to take all the credit. “She just needed a little coaxing. Most kids grow out of their shyness.”
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