Her tongue traced a circle around the hardened bud and his body tensed above hers. Fury groaned. Ellie smiled around his skin and then sucked his nipple into her mouth. Her teeth lightly nipped the tip. Fury’s body jerked and he growled. His c**k instantly responded against the cradle of her lap, growing hard against her, trapped between their bodies. She hadn’t expected him to recover from sex so soon. Most men needed time to recuperate. Fury, she thought, isn’t anything like most men. I love that about him too.
Ellie released his nipple and let her hands surf over his ribs to his back. Her nails raked his skin lightly from his shoulder blades down his spine. Fury arched against her chest, reminding her of a really big kitten. She smiled and licked the skin between his ni**les. She wished she had honey. She would love to drip it onto his skin and lick it off. Her fingernails traced up and down his back from his shoulders to the curve of his sculptured ass again, loving the way he arched and quivered.
“You are sweating.”
Fury smiled. “I said you weren’t heavy enough to make me break a sweat but you are definitely hot enough to make me sweat with need.”
She laughed. “I see.”
Fury’s mouth lowered and Ellie lifted hers to meet his. Ellie loved the way he kissed her. There was nothing tentative about him. He dominated her mouth, his full lips strong and sure. His tongue teased, exploring her mouth with licks and thrusts, a silent promise of what his body would do to her. She was barely aware of his sharp teeth when the side of her tongue rasped against them. She moaned into his mouth, arching her body against his, wanting him. Her body burned for him to make love to her again.
Fury’s hand slid around her thigh. He gripped her behind the knee and shoved her leg higher to wrap around his waist while he came down on top of her, pressing her flat onto the mattress. Ellie tried to break from the kiss but Fury’s other hand cupped her cheek and under her chin to hold her still. He kept kissing her, refusing to stop, and groaned into her mouth as he shifted his hips. His c**k stretched her vaginal walls as he slid into her slowly, fully, to bury his sex deep inside hers. Ellie moaned against his tongue.
Fury finally broke the kiss. He opened his eyes and Ellie stared into them. “Don’t look away from me, sweetness. Your eyes are the most amazing thing to me and watching how you respond when I touch you is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ellie wanted to cry at hearing such wonderful, touching words. No man had ever spoken such remarkable things to her as he did. He really meant it. She believed that with her whole heart.
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Their gazes held while Fury stared to move inside her. She clutched his shoulders, clung to him as he thrust inside her body slowly, deeply, creating ecstasy with every movement. She had the urge to throw her head back and her eyes nearly closed from the pleasure. Fury’s hand cupping her face tensed, holding her in place.
“Keep looking at me,” he ordered. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Ellie stopped thinking, only able to feel and do as he commanded. It became near torture as Fury slowly thrust in and out of her. The feeling intensifying but she wanted him to move faster. Her eyes nearly closed again but Fury growled as his h*ps plowed into hers hard.
“Look at me.”
“Faster,” she begged. “I can’t take this. It feels too good. I ache. I need…”
Fury thrust into her faster, kept eye contact with her the entire time, and Ellie clutched him tighter as he pounded into her. She tensed, feeling something akin to pain slide through her abdomen before rapture exploded when the cl**ax struck. She never looked away from his gorgeous eyes.
She watched his eyes narrow and then his face twisted into savage satisfaction. The brown of his eyes seemed to turn black as his mouth opened to growl her name. She could feel his c**k swell inside her as heated se**n poured into her from his release. Fury smiled.
“Tell me that didn’t feel better.”
She realized her fingernails had dug into his shoulders. Horrified, she released him. There were indents where her nails had been and blood welled inside the tiny marks the second her fingernails were gone.
“I’m so sorry!”
Fury laughed. He twisted his head to glance at the damage to one shoulder. His gaze met hers. “I’m glad.”
“You like scratch marks?”
“Wait until you see the back of your shoulder. I don’t feel so guilty now.”
She tried to look at her shoulders but Fury collapsed on top of her. He didn’t crush her but he definitely pinned her down. He kissed her quickly and then he lifted his head to grin down at her.
“I bit you, Ellie.” He winked. “I kind of broke the skin a little. Ready for a shower?”
He actually bit into me? Ellie knew she probably should be upset, maybe horrified, but she didn’t feel that way at all. It hadn’t hurt when he’d gripped her with his teeth, thinking at the time that’s all he’d done, so she had no complaints if he’d drawn blood. She smiled instead. No harm, no foul, she decided. It can’t be worse than my nail marks. “Yes. And I’m hungry too. We missed lunch.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ellie studied Director Tom Quish with suspicion. The blue-eyed man had a handsome face for someone his age. She guessed him to be in his mid-sixties and in remarkably good shape. She could see that clearly since he wore a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. He’d been jogging before he stopped at Fury’s house. It had come as a surprise to find him on the doorstep when the bell had rung. She recognized him from the conference room, could never forget the man who fired Director Boris. It had been a satisfying thing to see.
Ellie released his nipple and let her hands surf over his ribs to his back. Her nails raked his skin lightly from his shoulder blades down his spine. Fury arched against her chest, reminding her of a really big kitten. She smiled and licked the skin between his ni**les. She wished she had honey. She would love to drip it onto his skin and lick it off. Her fingernails traced up and down his back from his shoulders to the curve of his sculptured ass again, loving the way he arched and quivered.
“You are sweating.”
Fury smiled. “I said you weren’t heavy enough to make me break a sweat but you are definitely hot enough to make me sweat with need.”
She laughed. “I see.”
Fury’s mouth lowered and Ellie lifted hers to meet his. Ellie loved the way he kissed her. There was nothing tentative about him. He dominated her mouth, his full lips strong and sure. His tongue teased, exploring her mouth with licks and thrusts, a silent promise of what his body would do to her. She was barely aware of his sharp teeth when the side of her tongue rasped against them. She moaned into his mouth, arching her body against his, wanting him. Her body burned for him to make love to her again.
Fury’s hand slid around her thigh. He gripped her behind the knee and shoved her leg higher to wrap around his waist while he came down on top of her, pressing her flat onto the mattress. Ellie tried to break from the kiss but Fury’s other hand cupped her cheek and under her chin to hold her still. He kept kissing her, refusing to stop, and groaned into her mouth as he shifted his hips. His c**k stretched her vaginal walls as he slid into her slowly, fully, to bury his sex deep inside hers. Ellie moaned against his tongue.
Fury finally broke the kiss. He opened his eyes and Ellie stared into them. “Don’t look away from me, sweetness. Your eyes are the most amazing thing to me and watching how you respond when I touch you is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ellie wanted to cry at hearing such wonderful, touching words. No man had ever spoken such remarkable things to her as he did. He really meant it. She believed that with her whole heart.
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Their gazes held while Fury stared to move inside her. She clutched his shoulders, clung to him as he thrust inside her body slowly, deeply, creating ecstasy with every movement. She had the urge to throw her head back and her eyes nearly closed from the pleasure. Fury’s hand cupping her face tensed, holding her in place.
“Keep looking at me,” he ordered. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Ellie stopped thinking, only able to feel and do as he commanded. It became near torture as Fury slowly thrust in and out of her. The feeling intensifying but she wanted him to move faster. Her eyes nearly closed again but Fury growled as his h*ps plowed into hers hard.
“Look at me.”
“Faster,” she begged. “I can’t take this. It feels too good. I ache. I need…”
Fury thrust into her faster, kept eye contact with her the entire time, and Ellie clutched him tighter as he pounded into her. She tensed, feeling something akin to pain slide through her abdomen before rapture exploded when the cl**ax struck. She never looked away from his gorgeous eyes.
She watched his eyes narrow and then his face twisted into savage satisfaction. The brown of his eyes seemed to turn black as his mouth opened to growl her name. She could feel his c**k swell inside her as heated se**n poured into her from his release. Fury smiled.
“Tell me that didn’t feel better.”
She realized her fingernails had dug into his shoulders. Horrified, she released him. There were indents where her nails had been and blood welled inside the tiny marks the second her fingernails were gone.
“I’m so sorry!”
Fury laughed. He twisted his head to glance at the damage to one shoulder. His gaze met hers. “I’m glad.”
“You like scratch marks?”
“Wait until you see the back of your shoulder. I don’t feel so guilty now.”
She tried to look at her shoulders but Fury collapsed on top of her. He didn’t crush her but he definitely pinned her down. He kissed her quickly and then he lifted his head to grin down at her.
“I bit you, Ellie.” He winked. “I kind of broke the skin a little. Ready for a shower?”
He actually bit into me? Ellie knew she probably should be upset, maybe horrified, but she didn’t feel that way at all. It hadn’t hurt when he’d gripped her with his teeth, thinking at the time that’s all he’d done, so she had no complaints if he’d drawn blood. She smiled instead. No harm, no foul, she decided. It can’t be worse than my nail marks. “Yes. And I’m hungry too. We missed lunch.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ellie studied Director Tom Quish with suspicion. The blue-eyed man had a handsome face for someone his age. She guessed him to be in his mid-sixties and in remarkably good shape. She could see that clearly since he wore a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. He’d been jogging before he stopped at Fury’s house. It had come as a surprise to find him on the doorstep when the bell had rung. She recognized him from the conference room, could never forget the man who fired Director Boris. It had been a satisfying thing to see.
