Page 25 of Rumor Has It

Ellie closes her eyes and inhales deeply before exhaling with the same force. Then, without a single additional word, she leans up and slides a leg over my lap.

Ellie is straddling me? Holy fuck, Ellie is straddling me.

My mouth goes a little dry as I swallow. My hands instinctively dig into her hips, my thumbs pressing into her soft flesh. Wow.

“Theo,” she whispers.

“Hmm” is all I can manage.

“Don’t hate me for this.”

The moment the words leave her mouth, it crashes against mine. Her tongue parts my lips as her hands find their way to the nape of my neck. My hands grip her tighter as she sucks my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down. This kiss feels desperate, fervent. It’s a hell of a first kiss, and if I have anything to say about it, it won’t be the last.

Ellie pulls back from me.

“I’m sorry,” she says, catching her breath.

“For what?” I ask, panting.

“I just had to do that once in my life.”

I stare up at her face from my vantage point underneath her, studying the pink in her cheeks and her swollen mouth. My hands graze up her sides, and my left palm finds the base of her throat. I can feel her heart pounding beneath her blushed skin.

“Do it again,” I say.

Ellie’s face twists in surprise for a moment, then relaxes again before she lowers her lips back down to mine, my hand still against her chest. I’m suddenly very aware that with her in a dress, there’s only a very thin layer of panty fabric between my lap and her bare skin, and it delights me.

I buck up against her a little as the hand against her chest slides down, caressing every inch of skin to her hip. I grip her naked leg and use my thumb to rub rough circles on her inner thigh.

Ellie whimpers against my mouth, and it’s enough to push me over the edge. Kissing is one thing, possibly even something we could come back from if we stopped right now. I have about five seconds to decide whether or not that’s what we should do. But in that moment, she grinds her hips down against my lap, and I lose all manner of good judgment.

I inch my fingertips closer to the edge of her panties, waiting for a reaction, permission, a nod, a wink—anything that lets me know whether I should stop or keep going.

She throws her head back as I hook one finger into the fabric and tug. And God help me, my mouth finds its way to her neck, where I suck and bite and suck again. Ellie wraps her arms around me, grinding down hard against my hand, and that’s all the permission I need.

Two fingers slide against her slick pussy, and I’m pleased with this discovery.

“Are you wet for me already?” I whisper against her ear.

“Yes,” she says, her voice breathy and barely above a whisper.

It’s hot. All of it. It’s not like the two of us have ever been specific about our bedroom tastes or preferences, but something tells me they’re going to be compatible.

“You want me?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says.

I press the pads of my fingertips against her clit, causing her to grind against my hand once again. But enough of this teasing. I hover against her entrance for a moment before pressing my fingers into her.

Ellie’s mouth connects with mine again as she lets out a sharp moan, her fingertips digging into my shoulders.

She feels exquisite as I glide them in and out of her, pumping slowly so she feels every single sensation. Her legs begin to quiver as I quicken my pace.

“Come for me, El,” I say, and take her by the mouth again.

And then she does. Her body writhes and buckles as she calls out, my name echoing throughout the house. And how sweet it sounds like this—breathy and begging. I hold onto her as her body tightens around me. She collapses against my chest as she tries to catch her breath.

“Damn,” she whispers.

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