Page 37 of Love At First Fright

T he rainstorm hit hard and fast, and Rosemary’s clothes were soaked through by the time they made it back into the cottage. As he pressed furious kisses to her nape, Ellis tugged clothes off her body, shrugging off his own jacket and shaking water from his hair.

No one in her life had ever kissed her like this, ever shown her how unapologetically they wanted her in bed.

It was more than refreshing. It called to the quiet part of Rosemary that had so often wondered if she was good enough.

Even if someone told her, point-blank, that she was, that part of her wouldn’t believe them until they showed it. Ellis was showing her.

She climbed out of her trousers, hearing the clunk of the hagstone when they fell to the floor. Rosemary almost hadn’t believed it when she’d found it on the hill. Dina would have called it fate.

She shivered in the rain-darkened kitchen and stood before Ellis wearing only her soaked-through T-shirt and underwear. He drank her in, rolling up his sleeves and running his hands over the curves of her body.

“If we don’t go upstairs right now, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you against the counter.”

She twisted on the spot, arching her back and pressing her ass into his groin.

“Like this?” she asked, with brattish innocence.

“Christ.” Ellis smoothed his hands over her ass, almost slipping one hand under the inner edge of her underwear, before he twisted her around to face him again, backing her against the counter.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he growled in her ear. “You’re going to go upstairs, take off the rest of these clothes. Then you’re going to kneel on the bed for me, love.” Rosemary’s limbs buzzed with anticipation, and the need to obey Ellis’s orders became her focus.

“I know you told me your safe word, and you can use it at any time, but I also want you to use a traffic light system. Say ‘red’ and I’ll stop immediately, say ‘amber’ or ‘orange’ and I’ll dial it down so we can get back to where you feel comfortable, and if I check in and you say ‘green,’ I’ll know I can keep going. Okay?”

“Okay,” she exhaled.

She wanted to run her tongue along the planes of Ellis’s hard stomach and do all manner of depraved, erotic things to him. Thank god they had this cottage all to themselves, because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep her moans quiet once they were in the heat of it all.

“Good girl,” Ellis rumbled. “I’ll be up soon.”

Rosemary felt his eyes on her as she climbed the narrow stairs, and peeled off her T-shirt as she reached the top. The bedroom, with the patter of rain on the window, looked extra cosy. The bed, with its soft cotton sheets, was too tidy for what they were about to do to it.

She got rid of her clothes and removed her glasses. She would barely be able to make out Ellis without them, but in her experience, people preferred not to have their partners wearing glasses during sex.

She was so slick already, and desperately wanted to touch herself to relieve it, but Ellis had given her a command, and she wanted to do it.

Rosemary kneeled on the bed, her back to the open door, her hands resting on the tops of her thighs. The anticipation hurt, but the idea of having Ellis, having him touch her, fill her, made it all the sweeter.

A minute later, she heard Ellis walking up the stairs, and heard the sharp intake of breath as he walked into the bedroom.

She shivered at his feather-light touch as he brushed her hair to the side, revealing the jasmine and honeysuckle tattoo that decorated her spine.

The pain of the tattoo was worth the pleasure she felt now, as Ellis ran a finger down the centre of her back.

“Where are your glasses, Rosemary?” he asked, his voice low and hot.

“On the bedside table.”

“Why did you take them off? Don’t you want to see?”

“I do. But I figured you might prefer it? They can get in the way during sex.”

She heard Ellis huff a laugh, and then he came into view to her left, and handed her her glasses.

“Put them on, love. I want you to see everything I’m about to do to you.”

Rosemary did as she was told, and Ellis backed out of her field of vision again. A second later, she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

“Open your legs, Rosemary, and come to the top of the bed.”

She did so, worrying slightly that she might lose her balance, but the mattress was hard enough to support her there.

“What now?” she whispered.

Ellis’s face came into view between her legs as he guided her legs apart even further with his hands and lifted her slightly. He was lying against the pillow.

“Now,” he huffed, the heat of his breath against her pussy near enough to drive her insane, “you’re going to ride my face until you come.” His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass firmly, bringing her down to him.

“What if I crush you?” she asked.

“You won’t. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, Rosemary.” Ellis looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils blown wide, a grin on his face. Then he pulled her to him. The first suck of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure right through her.

“ Fuck, ” Rosemary hissed, as Ellis lapped at her centre, using his hands to move her, showing her how to grind against him.

She was shy at first, but that soon faded, with every firm lick on her cunt, every kiss Ellis planted on her clit.

He seemed to be taking just as much pleasure from this as she did, groaning as she writhed against his lips.

She loved watching him lose control; she wanted to be the one to elicit this reaction from him.

Rosemary let herself go, grinding into the heat of Ellis’s mouth, seeing stars as the orgasm crashed through her. It was so sudden, the peak was over too soon.

“Not done yet,” Ellis grumbled, and lifted her off him, pivoting her on the bed so she was facing away.

“That was so good.”

“I know, love. We’re only just getting started.” With a gentle push, his hand splayed out in the centre of her back, Ellis guided Rosemary to her hands and knees.

“Look at you,” Ellis muttered from behind her, and she found herself squirming backwards to feel his touch, to find his body with her own.

Sensing her need, Ellis grabbed her ass with his hands, kneading her flesh roughly. It was perfect.

“Please touch me,” she whispered.

This time, Ellis ran two fingers from her clit, curving them backwards to the close of her folds.

“Touch you here?” he asked, mischief lacing his tone as he skimmed his fingers further back, grazing the entrance of her ass. “Or here?”

Rosemary knew what she liked, and she fucking loved this.

“ Yes, ” she hissed, giving Ellis the approval he needed. While his fingers rimmed her ass, Ellis re-attached his mouth to her pussy, making Rosemary keen out in pleasure. She was full from everywhere, but needed more. Needed him.

“Ellis, I’m… I’m close, ” she moaned, and just as Rosemary felt the orgasm cresting again, the delicious pressure of Ellis’s fingers fucking her in the front and back, he let go of her.

“Noooo,” she moaned, “why did you stop?”

“I told you. I want to make you beg for it.” He chuckled, moving around so he stood in front of her. “I like you like this, blushing pink for me.”

She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs.

There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now.

He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick.

Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her.

It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.

Sex with men usually followed a specific, set trajectory.

Kiss, a splash of foreplay, immediately followed by penetrative sex.

The good partners that Rosemary had been with would make sure she came first, but once they got going, there was none of this pausing to kiss and make out.

Sex with Ellis, heated as it was, was also playful.

She sucked at his lower lip, her fingers trailing down his chest, tugging open his trouser fly.

“Now please?” she whispered, looking up at him with a bratty innocence.

“Fuck. Now,” Ellis commanded, and Rosemary pulled out his thick cock. She couldn’t resist, allowing herself to tease him, lapping and sucking just the tip into her mouth, humming and pulling back as Ellis bucked himself further into her mouth.

“Fuck, need you, Rosemary. Need you, sweetheart,” he hissed, and leant her back onto the bed until she was lying down, her legs splayed wide for him.

Finally, Rosemary felt the weight of Ellis’s body as he lay down above her, the size of him encompassing all around her, and she scratched her nails into his back, eliciting a hiss.

Ellis claimed her nipple with his mouth, flicking with his tongue as his other hand caressed.

“Green?” he asked, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“Green,” she whispered back, as Ellis palmed his cock, guiding it to her entry.

“I’m not sure how long I’ll last, love, if you feel this fucking good and I’m not even inside you yet,” he groaned, “but I’ll make it up to you.

” And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt.

Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis’s size was almost too much.

“ Fuck. ” Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit.

“You’re taking me so beautifully,” he praised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came.

She heard Ellis whispering, “Like that, good girl, come for me,” and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her.

“So are you.” She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.

“So perfect, so perfect,” he whispered, chanted, as he drove into her, meeting her lips with his in a hot kiss. She heard Ellis’s voice breaking, his control slipping.

She’d give him what he needed. Her limbs were jelly as Ellis pivoted her on the bed, looping her thighs over his so she could ride him.

“Good girl, ride it, ride my cock,” he growled out, his hips punching to meet hers.

She wound her arms around his neck, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies as close as possible.

The only time Ellis’s mouth left hers was when he bent down to suck her nipples, twirling his tongue around them until Rosemary felt the heat building in her core again.

She was helpless to avoid it, this onslaught of pleasure.

Her thoughts ebbed away, and she wasn’t sure if she was moaning or whispering or screaming Ellis’s name.

Every touch rippled into a wave of pleasure, every vicious jerk of his cock inside her, every stroke of his fingers circling her clit had her floating away.

It was heady, dizzying. She let herself go, knowing that she was safe, knowing that when this was all over, Ellis would bring her back down to Earth.

Ellis groaned, grabbing Rosemary’s hips to guide her faster and faster, and there was nothing gentle about it now.

They locked gazes, the world falling away, and Ellis didn’t stop, Rosemary didn’t stop.

The pressure of him, the way he looked at her and whispered her name like a prayer was too perfect, too much, and Rosemary felt her insides clench again, the orgasm shattering through her.

“Take it, love. Take my come,” Ellis roared out, and spilled inside her, the warmth of his orgasm spreading, keeping her own orgasm breaking for longer, and longer.