Page 20 of Thunder Thighs
Home.
Ella.
I forced myself to slow the truck, abiding by the speed limit as I navigated to Ella's small cottage. We'd be picking up the keys to our new home tomorrow. Tonight was for reclaiming.
Down the street from Ella's house, I pulled in at a motel.
"You know, maybe you should let me run this past Ella tonight. I think we could really-"
"Get the fuck out." I grunted, ignoring my brother's protests.
He sighed dramatically, "you really can't keep that girl to yourself. That's selfish."
I could today. Just watch me.
He slammed the door shut, calling through the window, "don't be late tomorrow. We need to-"
I drove off, bumping down the road, ignoring his yell. I hadn't held Ella in a month. A truly unacceptable occurrence.
I pulled the truck into her drive, noting with approval that her car sat ready - packed to the gills with stuff jammed into the backseat. Boxes sat ready on her porch, waiting to be loaded.
The truck skidded to a halt, gravel flying under the wheels as it protested. I parked, throwing open the door and quickly locking it, fumbling with the keys in my haste. I leapt the stairs to her porch pausing to snatch the pinned note off the door.
I'm inside. Come find me.
My cock, already harder than a rock, gave a jerk. I could cut a fucking diamond with this thing. I pushed through, throwing it shut, stalking down to her bedroom. Boxes lined each room as I passed, her frames and knickknacks, candles, and frills all packed away in preparation of the move. Only boxes and furniture too big to wrap remained, ready for tomorrow.
I found her in the bedroom. The room had been stripped, empty except for the bed. No boxes, no comforts, just a bed still dressed in lavish cushions and pillows and white bed clothes. On it, in only a scrap of lace and a smile, lay my beautiful woman.
"Ella," I breathed her name as if it were air.
"Viking," she greeted, a naughty smile on her lips.
I stalked to the bed, hands coming to the bottom of my shirt, jerking it over my head and tossing it heedlessly to the side. I paused at the foot, shoving down my pants and underwear, cock springing free as I closed the final distance to her.
My hands grazed her skin, her scent filling my nostrils as my mouth descended.
"Ella," I whispered as my lips touched hers. Our mouths met, hungry and desperate. Wet, hot, and hard, our tongues danced as we kissed, tasting that which we'd missed.
"Baby," I groaned, hands skimming down her sides. "I can't wait."
"Then don't." She replied, nipping playfully at my jaw.
I let out a feral growl, “fuck.”
I scooped her into my arms, searing my lips to hers. Delicious heat spread rapidly throughout my body, pooling in my aching cock. She tasted like home.
I pulled back, looking down at her exquisite body. “I like lace bras, but god damn if I'm gonna let you keep this one on.”
I snatched her close and once again tongues clashed and lips grasped as my hands roamed her skin, touching and caressing, driving her passion higher. I suckled at her neck while edging the material down, revealing skin, tracing the curve of her breast through the lace.
I flicked her nipples with my thumbs, grinning as she gasped her pleasure.
“Oh!”
I watched Ella fight for control, her eyes glazed with passion, her lips plump and already swollen from our kisses. Ultimately, she gave up, surrendering to my pull as I easily unlatched her bra and drew it from her. I tossed it across the room, heedless of where it landed.
My mouth descended to suckle first one nipple, then the other while her hands gripped my head and her mouth panted words of encouragement.
