Page 96 of A Vine Mess
“Fuck,” she whispered when my cock sprang free, coated in cum. “You’re a mess.”
I only grinned. “And what a damn fine mess it is.”
There was a wild edge to Ella’s answering smile.
I kicked off my boots and stepped out of them as she circled her hand around me, coaxing me back to life while she lowered her mouth and licked me clean.
“I fucking love you messy, baby. Knowing you only get like this with me? Fuck,it makes me so wet.”
“Goddamnit, woman,” I ground out. On her knees, her dress hanging open, skin flushed from her orgasm—I’d never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life.
When she returned to her feet after toying with me some more, she walked backward a few steps, crooking a finger at me as she said, “C’mon, Wills.” She turned and started down the hall, but over her shoulder added, “Bring the hat.”
I hurried after her, grabbing the hat and stripping the rest of the way before I met her in our bedroom.
Ella had shed her dress and flicked on one of the bedside lamps, standing naked in the center of the room, the low light setting her skin glowing. I’d had her numerous times in the last few days, in numerous ways, but I doubted the shine would ever wear off. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the knowledge that this woman wasmine.
Mine to keep.
Mine to love and cherish and worship.
Mine to fuck.
And damn, did I love fucking my girl.
“Give me the hat,” she directed, “and get on the bed.”
I rushed to obey, practically throwing the hat at her before I climbed on the mattress and settled on my back in the center.
Still with her back to me, I took a moment to trace her curves with my eyes, mesmerized by her hips and ass and the way they dipped and flared to give her that perfect hourglass shape.
Ella settled the hat on her head, then turned to face me, grinning wickedly.
As she crawled onto the bed between my thighs, I said, “Wear the hat…”
“Ride the cowboy,” she finished.
“I’m not a cowboy,” I reminded her.
Straddling my lap, she rocked her hips, my cock sliding through her slit in a tease of what was to come.
Her hands came up to cup her breasts while she moved, and she smiled down at me. “I think you’ll do just fine. Feel how wet I am? That’s all for you, baby.”
Bucking my hips up into her, making her gasp, I said, “Get on then.”
Ella lifted slightly off me and reached between us, gripping me at the base and notching my head at her entrance.
With aching, torturous slowness, she sank down, taking me inch by inch until I bottomed out, until her ass rested on my thighs. Wriggling atop me experimentally, she adjusted until she found that perfect angle. I knew when she did because I sank even deeper into her, deeper than we’d ever gotten in any other position. Ella threw her head back, hand flying up to hold the hat in place, and moaned loudly.
“Ella,” I breathed, my hands skating up her sides, thumbs brushing almost absently over her nipples until they came up to cup her cheeks. I tilted her head down, and she bent over me, changing to angle in the way that had me cursing under my breath.
“You feel so good.”
“There’s nothing better,” I agreed. “You are…god, Wildflower. You’re everything to me. A fucking goddess, and I’ll spend the rest of my days worshiping you just like this.”
Leaning forward, she gently kissed me before saying, “Promises, promises.”
And then she began to move.
