Page 112 of Reconciling With the Rival

Knowing her, it will be. Ella can do anything she sets her mind to. I’ve seen it firsthand.

I climb onto my bed, pulling the sheets back so the two of us can get in. I open my arms for her in case she wants to come closer to me—in case she needs me.

To my surprise, she accepts, her cold body pressing against mine as if we weren't in a scalding bath for an hour and a half. As she dozes off against my chest, I try not to latch onto the possibility that this could be the start of something new for us.

Because when she wakes up tomorrow, she’ll leave. And I’ll get up and workout like I always do, trying to pretend like tonight never happened.

Ella’s still asleep, butI’ve been tossing and turning all night. I’m way too wound up, and even though I denied her an orgasm last night, I feel like this morning, I should make up for the egregious error.

It was the right call, though, and I stand by my decision to not fuck her while she was way too emotionally fragile. Now that it’s morning, I don’t give a fuck. She’s going to leave anyway. I might as well leave both of us sated, right? What’s better than starting your day off with sex?

As she stirs awake, I straddle her beautiful body before I slide the shorts I gave her off and start to tease her center. She’s slick in seconds, and as her eyes open fully and connect with mine, she smiles.

I never expected that to be her facial expression after waking up in my bed. I hate that it makes my chest hurt.

“Please don’t stop on my account,” she mumbles, her voice still groggy.

“Put your legs up on my shoulders,” I tell her, about to grab a condom from my side table before she stops me.

“I have an IUD,” she tells me.

“I know, but you were the one who said—”

She rolls her eyes. “I know I was, but I’m changing my mind. People are allowed to do that, you know.”

Always fucking fighting me. “Are you sure?”

She’s looking right at me when she answers. “Yes, Leo.”

God, I used to hate my first name, you know? I used to hate that it was just Leo—it’s not short for anything. Growing up, I always wanted to change it. But hearing the way it rolls off her tongue, especially when she’s whispering it like a prayer, is one of the best things I’ve ever heard.

“Then lay back and let me take care of you.” I slide out of my clothes as she settles on the bed, all her clothes now discarded across my room.

She’s fucking perfect, and I’ll never get tired of seeing her like this.

I try not to think too hard that, after this, there will only be one more time between us, but it definitely annoys me.

I take my time with her, kissing my way up her exquisite thighs as I get to her pussy. I take a few languid licks, getting her ready so she can take me, edging her a little bit, because it’s fun to watch her squirm under my touch.

“Leo…” she warns me, and I don’t think twice before I grab her legs and lift them onto my shoulders, giving me perfect access to slide right into her.

Her pussy squeezes meperfectly, and as I slowly thrust in and out of her, I take my time memorizing every noise she makes, everything her body loves that I do to her. I’m not going to have her after this, but I can have the memory of her.

And that has to be enough.

“Lift that pretty head of yours, Ella. Look at how good we look together,” I say as I slide in and out of her, increasing my pace as she looks at where we’re joined. “Good girl, listening to me for once.”

“Just don't stop, Leo.”

I reach down and cup her neck, forcing her gaze to stay on where I fuck her. “I won't, darling.”

God, she’s a fucking dream. I swear, it could be since I barely slept last night, but the feel of her is too real to be pretend.

Ella drags her hand down to her clit, rubbing the swollen nub as I continue to fuck her, changing my pace because I know how fucking crazy it makes her. She wants to come so bad, but I’m not done with her yet.

“You’re not allowed yet, Ella.”

“You don't tell me what to—”

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