Page 45 of Love At First Fright

Rosemary exhaled. “That’s good. Thank you.

Normally, either Immy or Dina will be there in the audience, but Immy has the twins and Dina is training new baristas at her café, so she won’t be able to make it.

I think I like to know there’s someone in the audience there that isn’t just a fan, but who really knows me.

I’m probably overthinking it. It’s just nerves, sorry.

” He didn’t want her to feel nervous. He wanted to take all of Rosemary’s worries and throw them a mile away.

Perhaps selfishly, Ellis also didn’t want to think about himself anymore.

He had to figure out how he was going to tell Rosemary everything—that he was bi, that he loved her, that he wanted her to stay with him—but that felt like an impossible hurdle right now.

Instead, he could be in control here, quieten his own mind by focusing on giving Rosemary pleasure.

“I understand.” He skimmed his hands down the back of Rosemary’s arms. “Now take off your clothes.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Everything but your underwear,” he commanded gently.

Rosemary was here, in his home, with him.

It was everything Ellis could have asked for at that moment.

Nearly everything, his brain whispered. You haven’t told her yet; what if she doesn’t want you then?

He stuffed the ugly thoughts down and focused on Rosemary’s curves, her weaving tattoos, her bright red hair that fell in waves down her back.

He kicked away her clothes and gripped her by the hips, guiding her body so she was straddling him on the bed.

He’d never get tired of the sight of her, cheeks pink, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Ellis cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her hard nipples. When she arched back, he reached up and skimmed her soft, peachy lips, the other hand gently clasping her throat.

From her hitched breath and the way her eyes darkened behind her glasses, becoming all pupil, he knew she liked that. He wanted to know everything she liked.

She moaned as Ellis cupped her, tracing circles over the soaked cotton of her underwear.

“So fucking wet already,” he hissed. “Touch yourself for me, love.”

Rosemary’s fingers reached down and began to tug the flimsy material of her underwear aside.

“Not like that,” Ellis said sternly. “Over the material.”

Rosemary let out a little whimper and touched herself through the cotton.

“I need more,” she whispered.

“Keep going, just like that,” Ellis instructed.

He watched as she traced circles over her clit, her legs straddling his hips.

He leant back on his hands, let her know how much he loved watching her.

His whole body was on fire, he wanted to be inside her, but he knew he needed to take his time, make sure she was ready for him.

Being a dom was more than just a forceful fucking.

It was making sure his submissive was entirely relaxed and willing at his hands, so he could give her the pleasure she needed.

Still, his cock strained painfully against his trousers.

When Rosemary’s eyes shuttered closed and she began to suck in short breaths, biting her lip, he knew she was close. At the very last second, he gripped her wrist, not too gently, and pulled it away from her clit.

“Please,” Rosemary whimpered, “I was so close.”

Ellis trailed his hand up her body, pressing two of his fingers into the dent of her lower lip.

“Suck,” he ordered.

Rosemary opened her mouth, lapping at his fingers with her tongue.

“So good,” Ellis praised, “doing just what I tell you. I’m going to fuck you with these fingers now, love, so make them nice and wet for me.”

He trailed them back down her body, slowly, through the hollow between her breasts and down the soft rise of her stomach.

She moaned as he tugged the cotton slip aside and dipped his fingers inside her, swirling the bud of her clit with his thumb.

She was so fucking perfect. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, lavishing praise. When his fingers moved further backwards, he asked, “Green?”

“Green,” she replied. Then, Ellis slowly circled the puckered entrance of her ass with his other hand, relishing the way Rosemary swore as he finally went inside her, filling her both ways.

“Oh my fucking god,” she groaned. “Feels so good, Ellis.”

“You’re going to get close for me like this, love, and then when you’re close, and only then, am I going to fuck you with this cock.”

“ Yes, ” she cried, raising her hips further up towards him. Ellis felt the heat of his own desire, it was about ready to suffocate him. When he spoke, his voice trembled with it, growing low and hoarse.

“One day soon, I’m going to get a dildo and fuck that pretty ass of yours as I fill you with my cock, would you like that?”

“So much,” Rosemary said, “I was going to ask you to.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he said, feeling the way she began to clench around his fingers, her orgasm growing closer, “I know what you need.”

Pausing for a moment to unbuckle his jeans with one hand and pull out his cock, Ellis positioned himself at Rosemary’s entrance, lowering her down.

“Do you deserve my cock, love?” he asked sweetly. “Have you been good?”

“So good.”

He didn’t need to respond, but filled her to the hilt. The feeling of her body taking him in, all warm, wet pleasure, and the erotic sound of his body slapping into hers were almost too much. She came so fast, crying out as Ellis fucked her faster, harder, his other hand still pleasuring her ass.

After her orgasm slowed, Ellis pulled Rosemary up onto her high knees and pulled so her back was against his chest as he stood at the edge of the bed.

He reached around, circling her clit, and arching upwards with his cock. The view of her flimsy cotton underwear, yanked aside for him, was deliciously erotic.

“Think you can come again for me?” he whispered into her neck, licking a bead of sweat that rolled down Rosemary’s collarbone.

“Yes, Ellis.” He bucked into her harder, loving the way she stretched around him, her hair tickling his face.

“You’re going to take my come so well.”

“Yes. I need it.”

He felt his own orgasm beginning to crest, and timed his circling movements on Rosemary’s clit with his own thrusts, his hips snapping taut against her ass.

“I’m going to…I’m going to…” Rosemary cried out, her head falling back onto Ellis’s shoulder as her orgasm jolted through her. He met it with his own, spilling his pleasure into the warmth of her body, laving hot, open-mouthed kisses against her neck as he did so.

“So perfect,” Ellis chanted in her ear, as their breath and bodies slowed. Another phrase came to the tip of his tongue and almost spilled out. One he was desperate to tell her. But Rosemary deserved the truth about him, all of it. He just needed to be brave enough to share it.