She moaned.
He let one hand drift down her belly to cup her. “You’re already wet.”
He pressed the heel of his hand against her just above her clit, made slow circles, increasing the pressure until her head fell back. “I can do this all day.”
It was a lie, but she couldn’t know that.
She wriggled her ass, pushing all that sexy back at him, brushing it against him. “I don’t think so.”
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t fooling her.
Still, he kept it up, both hands busy, one between her legs, the other teasing an eager nipple. He could feel the tension inside her, could see the arousal on her face, but she wasn’t ready to yield yet.
He caught her clit between two fingers, tugged on it, stroked it. “You are so swollen.”
She didn’t have a witty comeback this time, her fists clenched against the bedpost, her thighs parting to make room for him.
He found her entrance, teased it with slow circles, sliding just a fingertip inside her—enough to tantalize but not enough to satisfy.
She moaned in frustration.
He pushed his hips forward, rubbed his cock against her lower back, just to let her know what she was missing. The friction made him hornier, too. He ached to be inside her, ached to fill her and bring them both release.
And then she broke. “Fuck me, Jesse.Please.”
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a condom, and rolled it over his erection, then moved the red strap of her thong aside, forcing her legs wider apart with his knee. He gave a little nudge, buried just the head of his cock in her. “Like this?”
She whimpered. “More.Please.”
He pushed himself in another inch, then withdrew. “Was that what you wanted?”
She laughed, the sound more of a moan, her hips canting backward in invitation. “No! All of you inside me. Please. Please, Jesse.”
He entered her again, slowly filling her inch by inch until he was buried to his balls. “God, Ellie.”
“Yes!”
He’d meant to go slowly, but they were already past that point. He pounded himself into her, one hand busy with her clit, the other grasping her hip. His thrusts rocked her, lifted her onto her toes, desperate moans rolling from her throat.
She drew in a breath, held it, then cried out, ecstasy lighting up her face as she came, her muscles contracting around his cock. He rode out her climax, driving her pleasure home with deep thrusts, then shattered, ecstasy shaking him apart.
* * *
Ellie layback against Jesse in the sunken hot tub, her body replete, jets sending up streams of little bubbles around them. A big arm encircled her waist, his hand playing lazily with one of her breasts. The empty bottle of champagne sat on the floor within arm’s reach, two flutes beside it.
“Tell me your fantasies.” His voice was deep and sleepy.
“My fantasies? You mean like sexual fantasies?”
“Yeah. Tell me every secret, dirty detail.”
She found herself blushing—and she hadn’t said anything yet. She’d never talked about her fantasies with a man before. “Well, I liked that tonight—being tied up. It might be nice to be tied to the bed spread eagle, you know?”
“Mmm. Tell me more.”
“I’ve always wanted to be fucked up against the wall, but that would probably be hard work for you.”
“I’m hard just thinking about it.” He gave her a little nudge with his hips, revealing his erection. “Ever want to play doctor?”