Page 33 of Just One Night
“Love you, beautiful. Love you so hard, so good. So deep, Ella.” I slow my strokes, still bent over her, still talking softly against her neck, both of us sweaty, sticky, but neither of us caring.
“Love you, baby. Love you so much.” Ella weeps so I gather her close, rocking back to sit on the bed. Twisting her to face me, still deep inside her, I frame her face in my hands to stare into her eyes.
“Good girl. Third thing. Don't like cats but I like your pussy, so Bilbo can stay. You are the only woman I ever brought home, Ella. Want you in my home, in my kitchen, in my bed. In my fucking life. I want more than one night with you. I want every fucking night.” Ella gazes down at me, bouncing slowly on my cock, my head lowering to suck at her tits, bite at the pert nipples, swirl my tongue at her sweet, sweaty skin.
“Yes, Sir.” A long moan hums from the back of her throat as I rub slow circles at her clit, but I stop, not ready to let her come yet.
“Good girl, baby. Fourth thing. I want your details. Every fucking one. And I'm going to give you mine. I didn't know which ones mattered before but I do now because I want to know them all. Look at me, baby, give me those pretty eyes.” I dig my fingers into her hips, holding myself deep inside her as she obeys, locking gazes with me.
“Yes, Sir?” Drawing it out until she squirms, seeking friction, more, I grin at her as emotion crashes through me like waves on a beach.
“Fifth thing, Ella. One detail will change,” Ella bites at her bottom lip, pressing close, chasing that burn I see licking through her, “Foster. Going to become a Kinkaid, Ella. Going to wear my ring, take my name, be my wife, and give me kids someday.” It's not a question, not a proposal. I might do that some other time. For now, I am letting her know how serious we are, how endless this thing is.
Ella gasps, mouth forming a cute little 'O' as I thrust deep, hard, hitting that spot that burns her the fuck up. Coming hard, she whimpers over and over again, yes, yes, yes. Yes, Sir. I come with a roar, slamming her down on my lap as another, and still another orgasm ripples through her, aftershocks leaving her trembling long after I've filled her until I'm spilling out of her.
Lying back with her gently, I smooth my hands over her, touching the marks I always leave, kissing away bruises I know will come. I kiss at her tears, not shamed when I realize I wear some of my own. Looking down at her sated, satisfied, smiling up at me with such trust in her beautiful eyes, I know nothing else matters but these moments I share with her.
Not Taylor or Ora.
Not even KL Hotels or my team.
All of that could come or go.
What I found with this woman, what I feel because of her, when I'm with her, when she looks up at me with those pretty eyes and trusts me to make her feel good, make her feel safe, make her feel loved, this is forever.
I want a thousand nights with her. I want to walk with her in the park, hold her hand and take her to fancy dinners. I want to make her laugh, make her happy, make her come.
“I love you, Ella.” I whisper as she snuggles into my chest, gazing up at me with eyes sparkling with emotion that makes me feel like it was always her I was chasing, not the empire I spent so long building.
“I love you too, Knox. I am sorry I....” I press a thumb to her lips, shaking my head.
“Hush. I will explain everything. None of it matters now, not to us. I love you; our nights are for us now, not for who we were or where we came from. Just us now, baby.” Kissing her softly, I bring her closer as my entire world narrows down to this woman, this feeling.
We don't talk at first, we just lie there together as we head back home. Not until we climb from the plane and are back on the streets of New York do we start to talk. Once we start, we don't stop talking.
First, I explain what happened. How Ora nearly cost me everything with one simple lie. I explain what Taylor and I went through, where we came from, how his perceived betrayal is crushing me. Ella holds me then, brushing tender fingers through my hair in a simple move so soothing it makes my chest, my soul ache.
After explaining how phones were switched, how I ended up losing mine, Ella just giggles. When I ask her why, I am shocked and turned on to hear just what my filthy little Ella did to herself after coming across my many selfies.
“Did you now,” Back home now, Ella curled into my couch in nothing but her sexy smirk and beautiful honesty, my eyes drop between her legs, “How good was it, baby?” Ella lets out a sound, hand sliding down as she opens her long legs to me, showing me how wet she is thinking of it.
“So good, Sir. I hadn't.... I mean no one else has....” I realize what she means, pleased I made her come without ever touching her.
As I drop to my knees between her legs to savor the sweet honey I am fully responsible for, I am pleased no one else will ever get to taste her, hear those raspy, throaty sounds, watch her come apart. From between her legs, as I watch her come and quake, I tell her how her photo had me taking matters in to my hands as well. How that first photo would be the start of it all for me.
Later as we lie together in bed, we look at the many photos we took during our time together so far. And, I delete every trace of other women. Every photo, video, text, every single number. Until all that remains is her. Because, truly, that's all that remains for me.
Ella is all that I want to capture.
All I want to return to when I need a reminder of what I have. Want I need.
Ella will let me control her, will greet me on her knees at the end of my day or let me tie her up and use her perfect body if I need it. We will make new rules to follow—most of which I will more than likely promptly break like I always have—and Ella will let me control it all because she likes it, she needs it, she craves it.
I will take her to the park and make her come at her favorite spot beneath the stars. I will hold her hand as we stroll through the flower paths before I take her to a fancy dinner. I will show her my New York, make her love it like I do and spend all the rest of our nights loving her, giving her everything.
Because, Ella gave me her, and that is fucking everything.
