She undressed him, his erect cock springing free, doing the talking for him.
She stroked the length of him, then pointed to the bed. “Lie down.”
He obeyed, part of him rendered stupid by lust, the rest of him curious to see what she planned to do.
She straddled his legs, took his cock in her hand, gave it a few exploratory strokes, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “Tell me what feels good, okay?”
This felt good—so far all of it felt good. “Yeah.”
Then she bent down and took him into her mouth.
Pleasure shot through him, making his hips jerk. “Christ.”
She teased the sensitive head with her tongue, flicking him just beneath the rim, swirling circles over him, sucking on the tip. If she was trying to drive him crazy, she was doing one hell of a job, the stimulation a sweet kind of torture.
Not wanting to miss a thing, he reached down, slid a hand into her hair, and moved the strands aside. God, she was beautiful, the sight of her mouth on his cock stunningly erotic. “Ellie.”
He didn’t know whether to beg for mercy or to beg for more, his cock aching for her, aching to be inside her. He reached with his free hand, undid the clasp on her bra, watched her breasts fall free. He palmed them, the feel adding to his arousal. But, God, what she was doing with her lips just now, nibbling him …
As if she knew he couldn’t take much more, she tightened the grip she had on the base of his cock and took all of him into her mouth.
“Jesus, Ellie.”
She moved her mouth and hand together up and down his length, one sensation colliding with the next. The swirl of her tongue. The tight sheath of her hand. The wet heat of her mouth. He was lost now, lost in sensation, lost just knowing that she was doing this to him.
Ah, God, it felt good, so damned good, so fucking perfect.
His entire body was rigid now, both hands clenched in her hair, his balls drawing tight as she drove him closer to the edge. He fought to relax, tried to make it last, but she was merciless. Tighter. Faster. She was too damned good at this. He gave himself over to the inevitable, let pleasure carry him away.
Climax blasted through him in a scorching wave of white hot bliss, the breath leaving his lungs in shudders as she finished him with her mouth.
He lay there for a moment, somewhere between life and death, heart thrumming in his chest, his body relaxed. He opened his eyes to find her stretched out beside him, watching him, her gaze soft, a little smile on her wet, swollen lips.
His heart went soft, the tenderness he felt for her overwhelming him. He reached up, cupped her cheek. “Have I ever told you how much I love your dirty mouth?”
*
Ellie snuggled against him, feeling insanely aroused, but knowing Jesse was spent for now. “Did I surprise you?”
“Did you surprise me?” He chuckled, a soft deep sound. “Honey, you blew my mind. You almost killed me.”
“Good.” It had been amazing to see all of that muscular, powerful male rendered helpless and desperate—and to know that she had done that to him.
“Just so you know, I would never expect a woman to swallow.” His fingers trailed up and down her spine. “I asked myself a long time ago whether I would want to swallow my own cum, and the answer was no. Don’t think you have to.”
God, he was sweet. “Don’t worry about me.”
Then she remembered. “My sister Claire and her husband Cedar have offered to stay overnight Tuesday night. I thought maybe we could spend the night at your place. We won’t have to worry about waking the kids up.”
Or having them toddle into the bedroom and catch them in the act.
“My place? I have an even better idea. What if I get us a room at the Scarlet Mountain Resort lodge—one of those luxury suites with a hot tub.”
“Wouldn’t that be expensive?” The luxury suites had cost about five hundred bucks a night the last time she and Dan had talked about staying there. That had been years ago.
“It wouldn’t cost either of us a dime.” He told her how the general manager had given him a gift certificate for a free night in thanks for the way he’d handled the explosives accident. “All I need to do is book the room.”
A luxury suite at the Scarlet Mountain Resort lodge.
“You said the room comes with a hot tub?”
“A private hot tub.”
She wriggled against him, feeling very hot and bothered. “I can’t wait.”
They raided the kitchen after that, nibbling on chunks of cheese, walnuts, and olives, Jesse in his boxers and Ellie in her bathrobe. They talked about everything and nothing—how they were due for more snow, how quickly inventory had gone at the hospital, how embarrassed Jesse had felt by the attention at work.
“You’re kind of a big deal, you know.” Ellie got to her feet to put the olives and the wrapped block of cheese back into the refrigerator. “You might as well get used to it.”