Page 84 of Off Limits

Both of us topless, Ellie’s hair falling in a curtain around us, her lips on mine … could anything be more perfect?

Yes, technically. If I were inside her, that would take this to the next level. But that’ll happen soon enough. Right now, I’m going to enjoy every moment of this reunion, because I don’t plan on this being a regular thing. Sure, we’ll have to spend time apart here and there. There are still away games and possibly a bowl game and who knows what’ll happen for the upcoming holiday breaks. But those times apart will be planned, and we’ll still be talking to each other.

This is something else, and it’s significant and sacred, and I don’t want to fuck anything up. Ever again. I want to make sure that Ellie knows that she can always be free to be fully herself with me, because I never want her to feel like she has to live up to the burden of my expectations on top of those of her family.

But right now, I just want to make her feel good.

I reach between us and tug on her jeans to undo the button and make quick work of her zipper. She clearly has no objection to the removal of the rest of her clothes because as she delves her tongue into my mouth, she also reaches behind her and shoves her jeans down over the curve of her ass with one hand. I help get them down as far as they’ll go, but with her straddling my body, it’s not very far.

But it does give me access to all the parts I want right now. When she tries to pull away, I follow, putting a hand behind her head to make it clear that I’m not ready for this stage to be over yet. Sighing into my mouth, she relaxes back into the kiss, letting me explore all the bare skin available to me with my hands—her back, her side, the curve of her hips, the soft globes of her ass. Reaching between us again, I slide my fingers between her and her clothes. She grinds against my hand, pressing herself into my palm in encouragement. My middle finger circles her opening where she’s already slick and ready for me. I tease the tip of my finger just inside a few times until she groans in frustration and presses harder against my hand. I reward her impatience with a deep thrust of my finger, quickly joining it with another, moving my palm against her clit.

Her hips move, and she’s drenching my fingers, but she stops before she comes, pulling back from our kiss and sitting up on her knees, my fingers still deep inside her. She’s biting her lips, her hair wild, her chest and face flushed with arousal. “Simon,” she whispers, “Ungh, you make me feel so good.”

“I know, baby. That’s the plan,” I tell her, relishing the sight of her with her eyes closed, enjoying every stroke of my fingers inside her, knowing that soon she’ll literally fall apart in my hands. “Come back here so I can kiss you some more.”

But she shakes her head, her lips forming a silent,No.“I want you inside me.”

And how could I deny that request? With one last deep thrust of my fingers, I withdraw my hand and tip her sideways onto the bed. She’s already shoving at her jeans, and I help her out by grabbing the waist and peeling them and her panties down her legs in one quick jerk. My own sweats are off with even less effort, and then I’m digging a condom out of the box in my dresser and returning to her as quickly as possible. I don’t want my skin parted from hers any longer than absolutely necessary.

I tear open the packet and roll on the condom with Ellie’s hungry gaze on me, then she’s on her knees and reaching for me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply. My arms trap her against me, holding her like I’ll never let her go again, because I genuinely have no intention of doing that.

I edge my way onto the bed with her, scooting up to the pillows and bringing her with me, leaning back against the wall with Ellie on top of me once more. She reaches between us, her slim hand circling the base of my cock, and I hold my breath as I wait for her to sink down onto me, her wet heat enveloping me in one slow, sweet slide.

And it’s everything.

This right here is everything.

She settles onto me, both of us still as we simply relish the connection, staring into each other’s eyes, my hands on her hips, hers on my chest, basking in each other’s presence.

“Simon,” she whispers after a moment, her hips swiveling.

My breath hitches, and the words that have been pounding in my brain since Cal left me alone with her, the words I’ve been holding back and pushing away because I’m afraid it’s too early, those words come spilling out of me. “I love you.”

Her eyes widen, and she stills again, the haze of lust in her eyes clearing. “Is that just a sexI love you, or are you for real?”

With a quiet chuckle, I gather her closer to me and pull her in for a kiss, unable to stop myself from thrusting up into her as I do it. “For real.” Another kiss. “I love you.”

She sighs, the tension melting out of her muscles, and she kisses me back, this one long and deep as she moves on me in the most delicious way. When she straightens, ending the kiss, her lips curve up in a sweet smile. “I love you too.”

After that, all that passes between us are soft sighs and incoherent sounds of pleasure. My idea of letting her set the pace, or maybe deliberately drawing this out, is quickly discarded in favor of surrendering myself to the pleasure of being deep inside Ellie. My hands go to her hips, and I pull her down on me hard. She gasps and clamps down on my dick, so I lift her up until I’m almost free of her body and do the same thing again.

She groans this time, but plants her hands on my shoulders and starts moving up and down, my hands move down to her ass, helping her, meeting each downstroke with a thrust of my own. It’s hard and fast and soon I’m clasping my arms around her so I can roll us over and pound into her as furiously as I want, her legs wrapped around my hips, her lips parted and plump as she pants my name.

I reach between us, moving my fingers over her clit in the way I know will get her there with me. She was getting close before, I know it, but I’m right on the edge, only holding back because I want her to get there with me. She gasps, her pussy fluttering around me as I continue pounding into her, my fingers strumming her clit, and then her legs spasm, her pussy clamping down, and I drive into her again and again, my balls drawing up tight and then the kick of my orgasm sending a shudder through my muscles as I empty myself inside her. The arm holding me up quivers from the strain of bearing so much of my weight when all I want to do is collapse. Resting my head on her chest, I kiss the top of her breast, bringing my other arm out to help me out.

Ellie’s hands cup my cheeks, and she draws my face to hers for one last kiss before I withdraw and clean up. When I return to my room, she’s crawled beneath my sheets, her flushed face grinning up at me from the nest of pillows and blankets, and I can’t think of anything more perfect.

“I meant it,” I say as I lift the sheet and slide in beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. “I love you.”

She tips her head up and kisses my cheek. “I know. I meant it when I said I love you too.”

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“I’m home,” Cal shouts from the entryway, stomping and clunking and making as much racket as humanly possible. “If you’re not dressed, for god’s sake, put some fucking clothes on.”

Ellie’s lips curve into a smile against mine, and I try to pull away. But she won’t let me. Her hands twine in my hair, and she presses herself fully against me, her lips parting and her tongue finding mine, and why was I going to end this kiss again?

“Fucking hell,” Cal mutters, closer this time, and at lower volume. “Seriously, guys? We’ve talked about this.”

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