FORTY-EIGHT

ELLEN

I kissed him back. I know I said I do not want to do this with him again, but he was irresistible. I wreathed my arms around his neck as his mouth devoured mine. Today, his kiss was desperate, there was nothing hesitant about it. He was hungry for me as much as I was for him.

He cupped my ass, and he pressed me into him. His hardness pressed into me, and I let out a moan. His mouth left my mouth and went down to my neck, to my collarbone, and my breast. I still wore my nightwear, but he sucked my hardened nipple from the fabric. I moaned as pleasure surged through me.

He pulled away and grabbed my breasts with his enormous hands and fondled them. His mouth claimed mine again as he fondled my breast.

“You smell so nice, Ellen, and you are so sweet,” he murmured against my lip.

He was not drunk today. If we get down, we will never stop until we have satisfied ourselves. There won’t be any excuse for this. I think we both needed this, but I h