“Please, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the top of her head, holding her closer against me. When I get her to the truck, I place her in the passenger seat, buckle her in, and then jog around to get in behind the wheel.
“Can you just take me home?” she asks on a quiet sob, wiping the tears away as they fall.
“Yeah, baby,” I agree pulling out of the parking lot.
Taking her hand, I pull it toward me, wrapping my fingers tightly around hers, wanting her to know I’m here with her. When we reach the house, I get out and head around to her side, half expecting her to fight me, but her body wraps around mine tightly as I lift her from the truck and carry her into the house. I don’t even stop downstairs. I carry her up to my bedroom, lay her in the bed, and get in with her. As soon as I’m settled behind her, she turns in my arms to face me, burying her face against my chest.
“I’m sorry,” she says through her tears as I gather her closer.
“You don’t need to apologize.”
“I shouldn’t have let her get to me the way I did.”
“She’s a bitch, Ellie. You doing that is way better then me laying her out for talking to you like that,” I assure her.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she whispers painfully.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. She shouldn’t have come to our table; she should have stayed with her family. And she had no right to talk to you the way she did,” I tell her, feeling rage burn through me. Mellissa is lucky she’s a chick, ’cause I swear if she were a dude, she would have been sporting a black eye before I walked out of the restaurant.
“You know what makes me really mad?” she asks suddenly, pulling her head away from my chest and looking at me with her big eyes still full of tears.
“What’s that, baby?”
“I’m hungry,” she says sullenly, making me smile. “I was really looking forward to having dinner with you. Kim said they have the best steaks, and now I will never be able to find out for myself.”
“We can go back whenever you want. The Bryson’s and my family are tight.”
“I’m never going back there,” she pouts.
“We will be going back there. It’s tradition,” I tell her, ignoring her headshake. “Now, do you want to order in and we can watch a movie? Or do you want to go meet up with July?” I ask her, running my fingers through her hair.
“I want to get out of this dress and put on some sweats.”
“I’m more than happy to help you out of the dress.” I smile, running my hand up her bare thigh.
“Jax.”
“Ellie,” I reply then roll her to her back and loom over her. I can’t believe how beautiful she is, and she’s mine. For the rest of my life, this will be the face I look at. Months ago, that thought would have scared me, but it now sends a bolt of excitement through my system.
Dropping my eyes to her mouth, I lean in and place a soft kiss against her lips while running my fingertips up her calf and thigh, hearing her breath hitch.
Moving over her, I place my leg between hers, taking her hands in mine I pull them up and over her head, watching as her chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly.
“I’m a virgin,” she breathes, and I raise my eyes to meet hers. “I…” She stops, looking unsure and nervous.
“Shhh, baby, I’ll guide you,” I tell her gently, kissing her again.
Holding both her hands in one of mine, I run the fingers of my free hand over her cleavage. Her nails dig into the skin of my hand and her chest rises up to meet my palm. Smiling, I slowly pull the top of her dress down, exposing the black lace strapless bra she has on. My zipper cuts into my hard-on as my eyes focus on how perfect she is. Her nipples are visible through the lace, and running my finger over the hard peak and material, I groan when they pucker from the light touch. Sliding the material down under her breast, I lean back and meet her eyes again as I lower my mouth, pulling one hard nub into the cavern of my mouth.
A loud moan leaves her mouth as her eyes close and her head presses back into the pillow. Moving to her other breast, I do the same, feeling her nipple harden against my tongue and her thighs tighten around mine between her legs.
Releasing her hands, I move, placing myself between her legs, wrapping my hands around her breasts, moving from one to the other, licking, sucking, and biting her nipples as her fingers first move timidly through my hair before her nails start scraping across my scalp. Sitting back on my heels, I wrap my hands around the top of her dress and slowly pull the material down her body, loving the way she’s watching me, with her eyes glazed over with lust and heat.
Pulling the fabric over her hips, my breath catches when I see the lace of her bra matches the sheer lace covering her center. Picking up her legs, I hold them over one shoulder and unhook her shoes, dropping them to the floor, and then I pull the dress up her legs and toss it to floor behind me.
Sitting up, her hands go to my shirt, and I help her by reaching a hand behind my back and tugging the garment off over my head, dropping it to the ground with her dress.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell her, placing my mouth against hers while pushing her back against the bed. Her legs wrap around my hips, bringing my denim-covered cock in contact with the heat of her core. Groaning, I pull my mouth from hers as her fingers unsnap my jeans and her hand moves between the material and my skin. Wrapping my hand around hers, I stop her before she can get her hand around my cock. I’m on the edge of losing it already, and I know if she touches me, I’m going to push her panties to the side and fuck her like an animal. I have wanted this for far too long, but I can’t fuck her like I want to. I need to make this good for her. I don’t want her to ever have any regrets about giving me her virginity.
“I need to taste you, Ellie. I need it more then I need my next breath,” I tell her, kissing down her body, settling myself between her legs. Her eyes watch me closely as I lean in, running my nose along the lace. Her smell is intoxicating; she smells like vanilla, cherries, and Ellie, and that smell has my mouth watering. Taking the flimsy lace in my hands, I rip it from her, seeing her body jerk in surprise and her breathing increase.
“Jax?”
“Christ, Ellie, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” I tell her, running a finger through her glistening folds and around her clit. Then I place my hands on her inner thighs and spread her open, taking one long lick up her center.
“Oh. My. God,” she hisses, and her thighs begin to shake as I lick her again then focus on her clit, pulling the small piece of flesh between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. Looking up her body, her tits are heaving, her head is back, and her hands are covering her eye.
“Ellie, give me your eyes, baby.”
“I can’t,” she cries, shaking her head.
Moving up her body until my face is over hers, I kiss her and pinch her nipples until her hands come off her eyes.
“You’re going to watch, Ellie,” I rumble against her mouth.
“It’s too much,” she breathes against my lips, and I run my fingers over her clit, making her hips jerk.
“Get over it,” I say, rolling to my back, lifting her easily to straddle my face, and then pulling her hips down roughly onto my waiting mouth.
“Oh, God,” she shouts, pressing her hand against the wall in front of her. Keeping our eyes locked, I bury my tongue inside her. Then I use first one then two fingers, pushing them in and out of her slowly until her hips are jerking and she’s flooding my mouth with the juices and screaming her climax.
Sliding my hands up her back, I unhook her bra then place her on the bed. Her eyes are glazed over and her breathing is still shallow from her orgasm. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I slip off my jeans and boots and grab a condom from my side table. I slide it under the pillow near her head then slip off my boxers, wrapping my hand around my length, pumping and squeezing the tip, trying to relieve some of the pressure I feel building at the base of my spine. I know I have stamina, but if I get inside of her right now and feel her around me, I’m going to come.