Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews Page B

own, undulating and thrusting her hips up from his lap, gripping his knee for support.
    “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
    The Texas sky all but forgotten, she started to see stars of her own as her eyes closed and slid her own hand between her legs, curved it over the back of his and jerked herself off on his fingers.
    “More, girl. Give it to me. Come for me.”
    “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes.”Louder this time. “Yes, yes, yes.” Even louder. “Justin, yes,” she shrieked.
    He held her tight around the back as the swing bounced and swayed on its chains and she came in a flood of heat and wetness and breathless cries. She moved against the muscles in his thighs and felt the ridge of his erection at her hip.
    “That’s my Ella,” he said softly, once again nuzzling his face into her neck.
     
    Justin knelt in front of her. “Blindfold or not?”
    Ella was kneeling naked on the floor in his living room. He’d gotten her to the back porch and stripped the shirt off her after the orgasm on the swing. He’d told her he had something planned for her. He’d wanted to do this yesterday, but hadn’t had the energy after the blowjob on the stairs, followed by sex in the shower, a nap and more sex. She wore him the hell out in the most amazing ways. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
    “I don’t know. What are you going to do?”
    “That wasn’t part of my question. Yes or no?” She licked her lips and wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Ella? Do you trust me?”
    She looked at him then. “Yes. Of course I trust you. I just… I don’t know.”
    “Then I won’t.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead in what he hoped was a tender, reassuring gesture. He wasn’t going to hurt her, but he wanted to pleasure her, give her something incredible to remember that he’d never tried before.
    He stood and backed up a few feet, inch by inch pulling his shirt up his torso, making sure she was watching, making sure she was taking it all in. She liked ogling him, so he figured he’d indulge her. Give her the chance to look her fill.
    He tugged the shirt off over his head and dropped it to the couch. He caught her licking her lips and saw her nostrils flare. She was turned on again. Still. Always. Just as he was.
    Gliding his hands down his stomach, he framed his cock behind his jeans in a lewd gesture with his hands. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. Her pretty nipples pebbled and if he touched them, he knew they’d be stiff against his fingers, his tongue, between his teeth. He’d bet his life’s savings she was dripping wet too.
    Slowly, oh so very slowly, he released one button at a time from its buttonhole. Her eyes were trained on every move of his fingers. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled as she watched. So focused on him, he imagined she’d forgotten she was naked. He didn’t think she cared though. Naked didn’t seem to bother her with him, something he was exceedingly glad about because he loved seeing her bare body.
    “Ella?” She didn’t look up or make any move like she’d heard him. “Ella?”
    “Huh?”
    She still hadn’t removed her stare from his crotch. “Ella, look up at me.” It took a few seconds for her to comply but eventually she did, her gaze leaving a heated trail up to his face. “Good girl. Now keep your eyes on mine.”
    She shook her head and looked back down at his jeans where the denim was parted over his hard cock. The damn thing was threatening to spill out for her viewing pleasure, but he wasn’t ready for that. “B-but, Justin…”
    She pouted as she locked stares with him, but the hunger was still there. She was fighting hard to do as he’d said, but the struggle was rough. He loosened another button, and she fisted her hands against her thighs. Another button and she bit down hard on her lip. The last button and she whimpered, her eyes full of disappointment.
    Justin freed his cock to the cool air of the room and still she