Page 24 of Blocking Her Love

“I anticipate we can eat that later.”

He shuts the door and I move in to keep his back against the wood. “When I saw you backed up against that tent pole, all I could think about was climbing you like a tree.” I nip at his neck and tug up on the hem of his tee shirt.

He throws his head back and groans. “Yes, climb me.”

As we strip each other, he walks me backwards until I’m pressed against the wall. “Sturdier here, sweetheart.” His length is captured between us so I shimmy before I lift one leg to start my climb.

“Dear god, woman. Wrap your legs around my waist.” He lifts my other leg and once I’ve locked my ankles behind his back, he lifts me higher against the wall.

“I hope you’re ready, sweetheart.”

“Have been. All day.”

The head of his cock twitches against my clit and our moans fill the room. With smooth, steady ease he lowers me fully onto his length. The angle steals my breath.

“You’re tight like this, Ellie. Wet, tight, hot.” He thrusts upward. “Hold out your tit to me, sweetheart. That’s it. Mine.”

He sucks hard on my nipple. Then the other before he lifts me nearly off his cock before plunging deep. “Again,” I demand.

“Fuck. Hang on, Ellie. Taking you for a ride.”

Planting one hand on the wall, he clutches my butt with the other. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding tight. I never want to let go. His strokes are long and smooth. When I arch my back, pressing against the wall, the angle shifts and a deep rumble sounds from his throat. “That’s it. So good. Ellie. Ellie.”

“Sean,” I tug on his earlobe. “I want you to come for me.”

He shakes his head. His thrusts drive me higher up the wall. “You. First.”

“Like that and I will.” I’m trying to hold back. For him. I drag my short nails down his chest and tweak his nipples. His cock twitches against my g-spot. And deeper. Even more… glorious… “Sean.”

Anticipation turns to desperation. His fierce thrusts draw grunts from deep in his chest. I answer with high keens of pleasure. With gasping half-words we encourage each other. The spiral tightens. Spins. Bursts. We moan as bliss overtakes us. His hips slow and I feel how he jerks as he empties inside me.

“My beautiful Ellie,” he whispers.

Keeping us joined, he backs toward the bed and sits. The new position renews the sensation deep in my womb and he gasps when I shift to enjoy the fading thrill.

With trembling hands he cups my cheeks and kisses me. The tender press of his lips to mine becomes firmer. The dance of his tongue insistent. His cock swells. I lean back and stare at him in wonder. “Sean?”

“I could stay hard inside you forever, Ellie.”

“That could get awkward. But, holy shit, babe, that would be amazing.”

“It’s all you, sweetheart.”

I shake my head. “It’s us. Why did we wait so long?”

“Anticipation?” He chuckles and his length bounces inside me. I cry out my pleasure. Carefully rolling us until we’re fully on the bed and I’m spread wide under him, Sean grins. “I think I like anticipation. Keeping you not knowing when I’m going to make love to you, but always ready. Anticipating how I plan to bring you pleasure each time.”

“Hmm. I could go for that. If we take turns. Why should you get all the fun?” I tilt and lift my hips creating a new angle, a new rhythm. Without speaking he joins my sexual dance. This time is slow, easy, yet no less satisfying.

After a shower, we curl together under the comforter. I bring it to my nose and inhale. It still smells like him. I never want to sleep without him surrounding me.

I trace patterns on his bare chest with my fingers not so subtly moving lower as I go. His abs contract and he slaps his hand over mine. “Give me a chance to rest, sweetheart.”

“If I must,” I pout.

“Ellie, I want to marry you.” He turns to his side to face me.

“What did you say?”

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