“Delicious. Now come here. We were rudely interrupted earlier. I wasn’t finished with you yet,” I growl playfully and try to grab at her.
She squeals but easily avoids my grasp.
“You promised, Ellie,” I pout, giving her my best sad face, lip out and all.
“Awwww, poor thing. I do believe I may have created a monster.” She giggles as she climbs on my lap and settles firmly over my growing erection.
I nibble on her neck, rubbing my scruff over her sensitive skin. “You have and he’s gonna eat you alive,” I growl again.
Her laughter fills the room as she squirms over me. “Wait! Stop!” she begs, breathless.
I give into her pleas, laying my head back against the couch and enjoying the view. She’s so fucking beautiful.
She runs her hands over my scruff with a smile on her face. “You need a shave and a haircut,” she says, reaching up and fluffing my hair with her fingers. “Would you let me do it?”
Mr. Mike is the only person who’s ever cut my hair, but she looks so hopeful I can’t tell her no.
“Sure, I don’t see why not. We can always shave it off if you mess it up.” I smirk at her.
“Hey! I may just shave it on purpose now,” she threatens, with an adorable attempt at an evil grin.
“Do you have any idea how happy you make me?” I blurt out.
Her bottom lip vanishes between her teeth and her eyes do a perfect imitation of the cutest puppy on earth. Then I’m engulfed by her soft, warm body as she hugs me. “Probably as happy as I am because of you,” she whispers.
We wind up cuddling so long that we fall asleep, worn out from our busy morning. Once we wake up, we eat lunch and fold some laundry while watching another episode of Lost. Then she convinces me to let her cut my hair and give me a shave.
She puts one of the kitchen chairs out on the back porch for me to sit on, then helps me get me settled and wraps a towel around my neck. She disappears back into the house and a minute later Van Morrison’s voice begins to float out through the open doors and windows. He’s singing about coming home and rocking gypsy souls. I hear her setting things down on the table behind me, then her fingersslide around my neck and across my jaw. Her flowy top has been replaced with a tight little tank top that shows off her girls and will no doubt give me a few peeks of her smooth stomach every time she lifts her arms up.
“Cut or shave first?” she inquires softly.
“You pick.”
She smiles as she moves behind me. I hear water gently splashing and dribbling just before I feel it doing the same over my hair. Her fingers work it through the strands and into my scalp. Twice more and she has it wet enough to easily run a comb through it.
This is almost as great as the first time she washed my hair in the shower. The scissors snip and snap each time she gathers my hair between her fingers. It certainly feels like she knows what she’s doing. Mr. Mike may be short one customer soon.
I almost screw up and ask her how she knows how to do this, but thank all that’s holy I stop myself. It really doesn’t take more than one guess to figure out that it was Josh’s hair she cut and probably Lucas’ too, if he had enough.
She starts humming and quietly singing along with Van – off-key, of course – and it’s adorable. If she wasn’t so engrossed in her work I’d be kissing her senseless right now, but I refrain, just enjoying this new experience for what it is: the most erotic haircut I’ve ever had.
Her breasts keep brushing against my back and arms and every time her fingers run over my scalp, I feel it in my dick. Her warm breath flowing into my ears as she cuts the hair over them is enough to make me squirm and being so close to her sexy body yet not being able to touch her is killing me. She seems oblivious to how much she’s teasing me though, just smiling sweetly when our eyes meet every few minutes.
She’s finished way sooner than I want her to be, but moves right onto shaving my face. An almost hot towel is held lovingly to my cheeks for several long moments as we stare at each other while Van sings about the heavens opening every time she smiles. I couldn’t agree with him more.
She trades the towel for some shaving cream and a razor. She grips it between her teeth while she smooths the cream over my face. A cute giggle slips out when she covers my mouth with it, but she quickly wipes it away with a few swipes of her finger. “Now you’re Santa Nik,” she giggles again, sitting back to get a good look.
“Ho, ho, ho,” I grunt, making her laugh.
I should probably be nervous when she places the razor against my skin, but she shaves her legs every day, I’m sure she knows how to work one. She drags it gently down my cheeks with long smooth strokes, wishing it in the water a bit then bringing it back up for another stroke. She’s quiet, absorbed by her task. I stay as still as I can for her, knowing she’ll be upset if I get cut. Several long, sexually charged minutes later, she’s done. The towel gets warmed back up and she wipes off all extra shaving cream.
She smiles, running her hands over my cheeks. “All done. Smooth as a baby’s butt,” she teases, her nose wrinkled.
I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her close until her lips are almost against mine. It makes her gasp. “That was the sexiest, most erotic experience of my life,” I whisper, then kiss her hard, releasing some of my pent-up arousal. She moans, giving it right back and stirring me up even more.
“Let’s go shower and get all this hair off of us,” she pants when I reluctantly release her so we can breathe.
“Are you really going to let me in the shower again?”
She grins and reaches behind me to pinch my ass. “As long as you promise to keep that award-winning ass on the bench I will.”
It feels so damn good to see her smiling again. A real one. One that isn’t forced or strained. I’m determined to keep it there.
I waggle my eyebrows at her, smirking. “Award-winning, is it?”
“Yeah, I bet it could win one of those huge cup trophies that takes four guys to lift up.”
I bark out a laugh then pump my hips up into her. “I would’ve thought this would be the award-winning part of me,” I tease her with a sexy grin.
She coos, then pushes out of my arms and kneels between my thighs, never taking her deep ocean eyes from mine. She gives me a sexy grin. I jerk, then swallow hard when her fingertips ghost over my balls. “Don’t worry,” she whispers, sliding her digits all the way up my shaft before swirling them over my swollen head. Then she wraps her hot little hand around me as much as she can through my shorts, squeezing gently while she pumps me up and down.
My eyes roll back in my head and my hips try to rise to meet her. “Ellie.”
“I would say this fella is fine and dandy. He’d get a nice big trophy too,” she whispers, running her thumb across my head.
I’m left gaping when she lets me go and stands up. “Come on, lover boy. It’s time for your shower,” she purrs and holds her hand out for me.
I shake the haze out of my brain and let her help me up. Turning down a wet, soapy Ellie is out of the question.
She leads me into the bathroom and takes her time getting me undressed, then takes me to the shower and settles me on the bench with the water streaming down my back. I watch as she moves to stand just out of reach then slowly pulls her shirt off teasingly, swaying hips and all. I soak in the sight of her once she’s naked. A bright blush rises to her cheeks, but she stands still and lets me look.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, El. It should be against the law for you to wear clothes. Turn around and let me see that perfect ass. I haven’t gotten a good look at it yet. I need to know if it’s as award-winning as mine is.” I wink at her.
She spins around and sticks it out before wiggling it at me.
Dear Lord, she is gonna be the death of me yet. I want to bury my dick in her wet heat and fuck her from behind so damn bad my balls ache. Her hips would make the perfect handles, if only I could stand up long enough.
“Well,
sir, what’s the verdict?” she purrs, breaking me out of my fantasy.
When I look up, her head is peeking over her shoulder and her fuck-me eyes are boring into mine.
Fuck. Now I have a new fantasy playing in my head: her in high heels bent over my desk thanking me for each lick I give that perfect ass. ‘Thank you, Sir. Please, may I have another?’ Yes, you fucking may. But not tonight. We might try that one day though.
“It’s perfection, just like every other inch of you. Now come here before I break the rules and come get you,” I growl playfully at her.
She spins around and shakes her finger at me. “No, sir! You’re gonna stay right there and be a good boy,” she smiles as she walks closer.
I reach out and pull her between my thighs, which puts her beautiful tits right in front of my face. I start kissing my way across them. “You keep calling me sir and I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
I latch onto her right nipple and suck it gently while pinching and twisting the other one between my fingers. She lets out a breathy whimper that echoes off the tiles walls. “That sounds fun.”
I chuckle around her nipple but quickly get back to work licking, sucking, and pinching to my heart’s content. I think I could feast on them for days.
“You’re such a boob guy,” she sighs and smiles all at once, her dark eyes watching my tongue circle her nipple.
“Nah, I’m just an Ellie guy,” I whisper against her soft skin.
Her smile grows warmer, her eyes fluttering closed as she moans above me, her fingers running through my hair. I feel her thighs squirming between mine too. I think it’s time to make her squirm even more.
I stretch out my left leg then tug on her right one. “Put your leg over mine, beautiful.”
She responds dreamily, slowly straddling it. I place my left hand over her pelvis then slowly slide my thumb through her lips, bringing her slick juices with it up and massaging around her hard little clit.
“Ohhhh, God, Nikky. That feels so good,” she pants, gripping me tighter in her hands.
I can’t help but notice that no matter how lost she gets in her passionate emotions, she’s never once touched my bad shoulder, leg, or the scar on my head. It’s not because she doesn’t want us to stop either – even though I know she doesn’t – it’s all about not hurting me.
Her tender heart can’t stand the thought of me being in pain and knowing that only adds to the love I have for her.
Taking my time, I very lightly and gently begin to rub, circle, and stroke her sensitive clit – never leaving her nipples wanting – over the next ten minutes or so. I revel in her responsive body, learning her tells. Every moan and gasp is noted along with what brought each one to the surface, as I build her orgasm to just the right height then finally let her fall over the edge. She cries out quietly, her whole body shivering and shuddering against me.
“So beautiful,” I murmur against her breast, as I hold her to me, stroking her through the aftershocks until she sinks down onto my thigh and rests her forehead against mine.
She stays there panting until finally closing the distance between our lips and kissing me. “God, Nik. You make every one better than the last. The next one may kill me,” she whispers.
I chuckle against her lips then give her a few more kisses. “If I have my way, I’m gonna make you come at least half a dozen times a day for the next few years. I’m gonna make up for your drought with a flood.”
She shudders. “I’ll never survive it.”
“Yes, you will. That and so much more.” I grin at her when she looks up wide eyed.
“You’re crazy.” She smiles, stroking my cheek.
“Crazy for you,” I whisper taking her hand and kissing her fingers.
“I love you,” she whispers back.
“I love you too, beautiful.”
She kisses me once more then stands up only to kneel between my legs. “Wanna see if I can make you even crazier for me?” she asks.
“This body is yours. Do your worst,” I grin.
She grins back before proceeding to lick once around my balls, straight up my shaft and then three times around my head.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss out slowly.
I look down at her and she’s smiling up at me, her lips a breath away from my dick.
Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. It only gets better as I watch her lick around my head again, nearly choking when she sinks her lips down over me and sucks me into her mouth.
“Fuck.”
I barely get that out before her hands wrap around me and start to slowly slide up and down as her head does the same. She takes long, deep sucks of my head then circles it with her tongue, before sucking some more. She pulls off me with a pop, but her hands keep going, stroking, twisting, and squeezing me from base to tip and back again. Her touch is just right, not too light and not too rough, and every once in a while, she’ll reach down and massage my balls. She keeps me on the edge, switching back and forth between sucking me with her mouth and stroking me with her hands for what seems like forever.
She’s making me fucking high. My eyes have long since rolled back in my head, and I’ve moaned, hissed, and grunted out more cuss words than any sailor. Her hands are stroking me now and I’ll probably blow the second her lips touch me again I’m so close.
Nearly virginal, my award-winning ass! She can give amazing head, but Josh wouldn’t go down on her? Selfish bastard.
“Are you ready to come for me, Nik?” she purrs.
“Fuck, yes,” I breath out. I try to open my eyes but I just can’t with the way her thumbs are rubbing over that sensitive line of skin at my head. But they do fly open when she lets me go. I thought…
She stands up, then smiles wickedly at me as she bends at the waist, leaning all the way over until her mouth is hovering over me. She grasps me in one hand. “Be still so you don’t get hurt, okay?” she whispers against my head. “I’ll do all the work.” Her tongue swirls around my head two more times then she slides her lips over me and sinks all the fucking way down until I hit the back of her throat. She swallows the second I get there.
“HOLY FUCK!”
She quickly plants her hands over my thighs to help hold me still while she pulls all the way back up and sinks right back down again. Once there, she starts to bob, causing me to hit the back of her throat over and over again.
My stomach and balls tighten, my hands grip her head of their own accord, my eyes cross, and my whole body starts to shudder. “Oh fuck, Ellie, I’m gonna come,” I grunt out in warning.
Humming, she pulls up just a bit then sinks down and swallows my head down her throat.
I explode like a fucking cannon.
She presses down over me a little more, sucking and swallowing everything I give her until I’m a completely spent, shuddering blob.
Never in my fucking life have I ever… I’m putting a ring on her finger tomorrow.
She slowly pulls off me, lightly sucking the whole way, then gently lets me slide from her lips. Squatting between my legs she rubs my thighs for a minute. “You okay up there?” she asks, giggling softly.
I only manage to groan in response.
She stands up and cups my face in her hands and kisses me. “You’re welcome,” she smirks against my lips.
I feel her start to pull away so I grab her. “That was… Holy fucking hell, Ellie. That was the most amazing thing ever. I fucking love you so fucking much,” I pant.
She laughs, stroking my face and kissing my forehead. “It’s amazing what you can do with no gag reflex. Plus, I had to do something to get us on a more level playing field.” She winks, then stands up and adjusts the water so we can shower, I guess.
“You just blew me outta the park, beautiful. I doubt there’s anything I can do for you to top that,” I groan and try to rub some feeling back into my face.
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something.” She smiles as she sways under the water wetting her hair.
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br /> I lean my head back and just watch her as she washes her beautiful body. She’s so fucking gorgeous and I’m the luckiest bastard on earth, because she’s mine.
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We manage to take a shower without getting any dirtier and are just getting dressed again when we hear knocking at the front door.
“Are we expecting anyone else today?”
“No, not that I know of. Maybe Tristan left something?” she mutters heading for the door.
I’m getting my pants on when she calls for me, her voice high and anxious. I hobble to her as quick as I can and find her leading two guys in suits into the living room.
I go straight to her and wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her temple hoping to calm her down.
“Nik, this is Detective Bryant and his partner, Detective Marks. Detectives, this is Nik Jensen,” she says, her voice sounding a bit stronger when she introduces me to our guests.
We all nod at each other and go through the nice-to-me-you’s. Bryant is a fairly tall guy, fit, with glasses and dark, graying hair. He’s late forties or early fifties, I’d guess. Marks is younger by ten years at least, short and stocky, with brown hair and eyes.
“They want to ask us some questions about the robbery, sweetie,” she says, looking up at me. I can see the worry in her eyes.
I smile at her and them. Maybe the calmer I am, the calmer she’ll be. “Okay, y’all wanna have a seat?” I ask, waving them over to the couch.
“After you,” Bryant says.
Ellie and I take one side of the sectional, the detectives take the other. Her ass is barely in the seat before she jumps up. “I’m so sorry. Can I get y’all something to drink? Tea, coffee, anything?”
I hate seeing her so nervous again. She’s been doing so good these last couple of days. If she has an attack with them here, she’ll be so upset.
“Thank you, Mrs. Cochran, but we’re fine,” Bryant tells her.
She sits back down beside me and I take her hand in mine. I start tracing numbers on her palm with my finger, doing each one very slowly, like Vicky told me. I get to three before she realizes I’m trying to help her. She smiles at me with tears in her eyes but doesn’t stop me, so I keep going. Neither one of us have really been listening to the detectives, they seem to understand though.
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