Ellie’s Invitation

We stumbled through kisses, shedding clothes as we went. Her dress hit the floor as I kissed her neck and shoulders, my hands working the straps of her bra loose. It fell away, revealing a body that stunned me — curves wrapped in black lace lingerie, a sight that set me on fire. She tugged at my shirt, buttons popping free, and soon we were tangled together, heading for her bedroom.

The room was ready — low lights, a big bed with crisp white sheets, like she’d planned this too. We collapsed onto it, hands linked, turning to face each other. I kissed her again, whispering how much I wanted her, my lips trailing from her face to her chest. I freed her breasts, kissing and teasing them, losing myself in the moment as she ran her fingers through my hair, moaning softly. When I lingered there, sucking and kneading, she tensed, clutched me tight, and came with a shuddering cry.

She lay there, eyes closed, catching her breath. I kissed her again, grinning.

• “I love that you’re feeling this again,” I said.
• “It’s been so long,” she murmured. “I couldn’t hold back.”
• “I’m glad I got to be the one,” I said. “But we’re not done yet.”

I kissed my way down — neck, chest, stomach — pausing to tease her navel with my tongue, drawing more gasps. My hands roamed, parting her thighs as I moved lower. Her scent hit me, intoxicating, her arousal evident through the damp lace. I kissed her thighs, teasing around her core, savoring the buildup. Then, with a slow tug, I slid her panties off, revealing a neatly trimmed patch that made my pulse race.

I knelt between her legs, kissing her there, then letting my tongue explore — slow circles, then deeper, relentless. She writhed, whispering my name, begging me not to stop. I didn’t, working her clit with care until she arched and came again, harder this time, her cries echoing in the room.

• “You okay, Ellie?” I asked, lifting my head.
• “More than okay,” she panted. “That was… unreal. You’re amazing.”
• “You’re amazing,” I said, lying beside her. “And I’m not done with you.”

She reached for me, her hand wrapping around my erection, her eyes asking permission. Then she leaned down, taking me in her mouth. It was intense — expert, passionate, driving me to the edge. I stopped her, wanting more.

• “I want to finish inside you,” I said.
• “Please,” she said, eager. “It’s been forever.”

I positioned us face-to-face, lifting her leg over mine. I checked her with my fingers — wet, ready — then guided myself in, sliding slowly, watching her face. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hands digging into my back as I filled her. I moved, steady at first, then faster, her moans urging me on. She whispered for me to let go, and I did, spilling into her with a groan as she climaxed too, our bodies locked together.

We stayed like that, catching our breath, then kissed — long, lazy, satisfied. Later, we curled up, her back to my chest, trading soft words until we drifted off.

We woke at dawn, tangled and sticky, and shared a shower where she surprised me again — teasing me until I was hard, then finishing me off with her mouth, swallowing every drop. Over breakfast, we laughed like old lovers. She made me promise to come back.

I did. Ellie and I were together for years, a fire that burned bright until life pulled us apart for reasons I won’t get into. But that first night? It’s still the gold standard.

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