Page 76 of A Vine Mess
I reached between my thighs and gripped his chin in my hand, and he made a noise of protest as I forced him to look at me. I was walking a razor wire, my orgasmright fucking thereas his hand continued to work me, but I said, “Promise me, Liam. Promise me you’re not like him.”
Liam rose up until we were eye level, capturing my mouth savagely, both of us panting as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. His thumb swept softly over my clit, and my hips twitched, eager for more pressure. I knew it wouldn’t take much to set me off.
“I promise, Ella. Your body, your heart and mind, your fucking soul—they are the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given. Now,” he whispered after dragging his tongue along my bottom lip and burying his fingers as deep as they could go, then crooking them in a come hither gesture that had my thighs quaking wildly, “come for me, Wildflower.”
As soon as his thumb pressed down on my clit and stroked it once, twice, three times—I came apart, screaming his name at the clouds.
Fuck, my name onher lips was the most beautiful sound.
And the way she arched backward, her tits pressed forward and those studs glinting in the low light of the waning day, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy?Shewas the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on, her orgasms the most stunning thing I’d ever witnessed.
I wasn’t a religious man by any stretch, but Ella’s body was an altar I’d happily worship at every day.
When she calmed, her arms the only thing still quivering with the effort of keeping herself upright, I slowly withdrew my fingers from her pussy and held them in front of my face. They were coated in her desire, and Ella watched me closely as I licked them clean, groaning at her perfect taste.
“Gonna need more of that,” I said, once again sinking into the water.
“What—” Ella started, cutting off with a yelp as I dragged my tongue through her pussy. She twitched against me, hissing, andsaid, “Fuck, Liam. Give a girl a break.”
“Shh, baby. Let a man enjoy his treat.”
“But I want your cock,” she whined, and I looked up through my lashes to find her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
“So fucking needy,” I grumbled without menace as I stood up. In a flash, I lifted her off the ledge, spun us in the water, and sank onto the bench built into the rock wall beneath the water.
With my back against the wall, Ella settled on my lap, straddling my thighs, her breasts right above the surface of the water—and within reach of my mouth. Leaning forward, I captured one tight peak between my lips, cupping the other one in my hand. I swirled my tongue around the tip and tugged at her piercing with my teeth before moving over.
Ella’s hands dug into my hair—one of her favorite things to do, I was quickly learning—and yanked hard until I was forced to peel my mouth from those fucking perfect tits.
“I know,” she said with a smile as though she could read my mind. “The tits are great. But”—she leaned closer to kiss me, and we lost ourselves in that connection for too brief a moment before she backed away—“I have an emptiness only you can fill.”
I dove my hand into the water, the time spent in the elevated temp making sweat break out on both our temples, and grabbed my cock, brushing it against her. “You mean this? This gonna fill you up?”
“The only thing that can,” she agreed, rising onto her knees slightly so I could line myself up. I pushed in only as far as the head, letting my girl take me as fast or as slow as she wanted.
I should’ve known it’d be the former.
Ella impaled herself on me, forehead falling against my shoulder. “So deep like this, holy shit.”
I rubbed my hand up and down her back, letting my fingers settle in the groove of her spine and trail over the bumps. I could feel that she held herself back, clearly needing a moment to adjust, like some unseen barrier prevented her from taking me completely.
But when she finally relaxed, and I sank that final inch into that tight, wet heat?
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” Ella said with a disbelieving laugh. “I see what you meant now, about being made for me.” Experimentally, she lifted a bit and swiveled her hips around, lowering again, taking me impossibly deeper. “I don’t think—”
Beneath the water, my hands gripped her thighs, waiting her out. Just being with her like this, neither of us moving, completely content to just breathe each other in and bask in this unreal connection—it was enough for me. Honestly, it was all I’d ever need.
“This scares me,” she admitted, peeling back from me far enough to look into my eyes. “How much I care about you, how hard and fast I fell, and how quickly it all happened. But I’m ready to take this leap if you are. I’m all in, so long aswe’re all in, together.”
I gathered her hands in mine and brought them out of the water, pressing my lips gently to her fingertips, to every bit of exposed skin I could reach.
“Hate to break it to you, Delatou,” I started, grinning up at her, “but you’re stuck with me now.”
Ella slumped against me, throwing her arms around my neckand ducking so our mouths touched. “You’re stuck with me too, Danvers.”
“Thank fuck,” I said. “Now I think I might die if you don’t move.”
