The Last Thing She Wants (Chestnut Hills #1)

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ellie

Within a short thirty-minute walk, we were back in the elevator at our hotel, having held hands the entire way back. Even now, I didn’t pull away.

While uncertainty filled me, the pull to accept our connection was stronger. So far, the trip had been amazing.

I couldn’t decide what memory was my favorite. Was it dancing on the sidewalk the night prior? Was it the way Theo spoke to me before we left for the concert? Or was it the way we held onto each other while listening to love songs? Of those three things, I’d experienced none of them before.

How was it I spent four years with a man who claimed to love me and yet never experienced these things? And now, within the first few months of meeting this man, I’ve felt more seen than ever.

My pounding heart felt full of both fear and desire. Why should I continue to deprive myself of this happiness?

Returning to the room, Theo locked the door behind him, securing the deadbolt and safety latch. Seizing my chance to make contact, I wanted to prove the sloppy seventh grade level kiss the other day was a fluke. I stood to face him directly as he turned around.

In slow motion, I slid my hands up his chest. My hands clasped together as I settled them around his neck. Raising to my tiptoes, I gingerly placed my lips on his. The soft brush of our lips quickly turned feral as he opened his mouth to me. Our tongues danced as we invited each other in.

In an act of granting him permission, I tugged the straps of my dress down over my shoulders. The red fabric slid down my body and lay in a pool at my feet.

His hands were all over me at once, feeling each part of my body deeply. Guiding me backwards towards the bed, I unbuckled his belt and drew down his zipper. His already hardened cock gave me a surge of confidence and I kneeled before he could pull me with him onto the bed. With a frenzied yank, I pulled down his slacks, but he stopped me before I could remove his briefs.

“Ellie, baby. I want this mouth more than anything,” he tugged at my bottom lip. “I’ve imagined those lips wrapped around my cock every day since you wore that pink lip gloss and black lace. But right now, I want all of you.” He guided me to stand and gently laid me on the bed whilst never breaking our intense eye contact.

Positioning himself over me, he kissed my neck, sucking and biting, then licking away at the hurt. Trailing his tongue down my shoulder and back up across my collarbone, it seemed he was going to make good on his desire to lick every inch of me.

Kissing the exposed tops of my heaving breasts, he showed his affection. Sliding his hand under me, he lifted my back and swiftly undid the clasps.

With an unwavering touch against my skin, he smoothly glided his hands over my breasts. I gasped for air as he palmed them, gently pinching my pebbled nipples. The sensation made my mound pulse. I rubbed my thighs together, seeking a reprieve from the fiery energy between my legs. A small moan escaped my lips, and I arched off the bed. He growled and the hunger in eyes told me he was a starved man. With my fingers entwined in his hair, I gave a gentle tug.

Finally, bringing a peak to his mouth, he sucked as his other hand slid over the apex of my thighs. Immediately, my clit throbbed at the sensation. He cupped me now and spoke into my chest, his mouth still full of me.

“So wet, baby. Is this for me?” Stupefied, all I could do was nod. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me you’re wet for me.”

Never having talked dirty before, I hesitated, unsure of myself. He grazed my nipple with his teeth and bit lightly.

“It’s—it’s for you. I’m wet for you.”

“Say my name,” he growled.

“I’m wet for you, Theo,” I gasped for air at the building friction as he continued to work his palm over my lace thong.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against my skin as he kissed his way down.

Hovering at my waistline, anxiety pounded in my chest. Was Theo Emerson about to go down on me? With a hook of his finger, he removed my thong. Spreading my soaked folds with his fingers, he flattened his tongue and swiped up once. I gripped his head at the shock and moaned loudly into the dimly lit room. My head swirled with stars, and I barely heard him as he spoke.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I got that first addictive taste of you.”

Working his tongue, he sucked me in between flicks. And oh my god. I’ve never felt anything like that before. My ex had only ever gone down on me once before and it was nothing like this .

My vision turned black, and my breath hitched. Embarrassed by how quickly I was going to come, I tried to push him away.

Obeying my tug, he withdrew, but I instantly wanted to shove him back. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, I’m, I’m going to come if you keep going, ”I panted breathlessly.

He gave me a devilish grin. “Good baby, I want to taste you as you come. I want to lick up every drop.”

Oh yeah, I was going to come hard. As his mouth remained pressed against me, he skillfully teased the entrance with his finger, gradually penetrating me with a slow and deliberate motion.

Immediately, I felt my walls tighten around him. Crying out, my release of pleasure only encouraged him to continue his assault. For a split second, I was absolutely convinced that I had crossed into a different dimension. Beautiful blues and purples swirled around me in a sky full of stars.

As I regained control of my breathing, he tenderly kissed his way up my torso. His lips finally reached mine and pulled me into a passionate, deep kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue unleashed a second flood of lust in me. I rolled him to his back, straddling him, all the while never letting our mouths lose contact.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said hazily, cupping my ass with both hands. Sliding his palms along my stomach, I could feel his cock twitch under me. The only barrier now was his briefs. With hungry eyes, he bit his lip and grabbed my face. With a look of seriousness, he softly spoke, “you’re perfect.”

Kissing him once more, I helped him remove his shirt. I reveled in his toned chest. Damn, those gym sessions have been paying off. Allowing my hands to enjoy every bump of his abs, I dragged down his boxers. With every inch I pulled the fabric down further, the quicker my heart raced.

A solid outline of his hard-on strained against the fabric, but nothing could have prepared me for his full length springing free. I gasped at the sight.

Unable to resist myself, I swirled my tongue atop his head and gripped his shaft, taking his sucking in of breath as approval. He looked down at me and cupped my cheek as I took him fully in my mouth. Choked cries fell from my mouth as he reached the back of my throat. Tears stung at the back of my eyes, and I moaned at the deliciousness.

“You’re a picture of pure sin.” Those words felt heavy as I processed them. With an intense look of wild lust in his eyes, he conveyed the sincerity of his words. He liked me for who I was as a person and clearly loved my body as well.

“Get up here,” he guided my mouth off of him, “I don’t want to come until my cock gets to feel the inside of your gorgeous pussy.”

He brought his lips to mine so gingerly; it seemed he thought I might break. With ease, my wetness allowed me to slide effortlessly back and forth along his length.

“Fuck,” his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Condom, there’s a condom in my wallet,” he rushed out in a quick huff. I took slight pleasure in the strain behind his words, the eagerness to continue.

Appreciating the thought of protection, I shook my head. “I’m on the pill, and clean. You?”

“Clean. I’ve barely looked at anyone in a year, let alone since the moment I met you.” I felt a surge of emotion as my heart swelled at the admission of infatuation.

“I want to feel you, then. Bare. ”

I wanted to live into this moment, allowing it to finally arrive and feel him. Our connection was undeniable, and I wanted, no, needed , more.

His adams apple moved with a visible swallow as he nodded. Slowly, I slid his velvety length into my dripping center. Inch by inch, I took him in fully with a gasp, until our bodies were one. Frozen intime, we both stilled. There was no movement, or thrusting, just holding steady inside me.

Sitting up, he brought our chests to touch, never letting himself move from inside me. “I want to stay like this forever.” He flexed his hardness inside me. “I want to fill you every minute of every hour.”

As if he had just cast a spell on me, I felt my eyes glaze over and my need for him took control. Crashing our lips together in a frenzy, I needed him. Now. Our naked bodies pressed together wasn’t enough. I needed our bodies to melt together.

The ferocity of my kiss stunned him, and he paused a moment before meeting my burning need with his own. Swirling his tongue around mine, he stayed firmly planted inside of me. The sensation of being completely filled while being kissed so passionately was enough to bring me to the brink of a second orgasm.

With a powerful grip on my hips, he rocked me over him, sliding his member in and out. We kissed like we could not drink each other fast enough. Our breaths turned fast and hard, like we were in the middle of a marathon trying to stop our hearts from giving out, fighting for air.

My body trembled as I threw my head back, shaking uncontrollably. In a moment of sheer emotional release and bliss, tears filled my eyes. Kissing my neck tenderly, I felt his breath shake as his cock pulsed inside of me .

We sat there for a moment, catching our breath while wrapped in each other’s arms. He rested his head on my chest, my chin on his head.

Never had I experienced something so raw and euphoric. The high of my orgasms — that’s right, multiple orgasms — flooded my senses. I had never felt so accepted, so desired, and so safe in a man’s arms. Unaware of the swell of emotions creeping in, I squeezed my eyes shut and told myself not to cry.