Embracing Ellie: Chapter 9

To his greatest surprise, Ellie didn’t stop him. She let him tug down her panties, revealing first one ass cheek, and then even lifting so he could get them right down the wider swell of her hips and down her tanned thighs. But the whole while she hissed sounds of complaint and surprise that he loved to hear. The best was when she intoned his name in the note of disapproval, his name raising in volume and length on the last syllable, a chastising, associating only him with such inappropriate behavior, victimizing her even, she might say. Surrendering all her guilt to him so he could hold it. He loved it, but at the same time some inner spark ignited wanting to pursue her own liability and perhaps even punish her in some small humiliating way that would heighten the sheer cliff wall of sexual excitement he felt right now, and was sure Elena felt as well.

“Anyone can see us,” she whined, shooting a look down her long brown legs and out to the bay where boats sped by, taking advantage of such a sunny day before the winter came. Her thighs slid together, and the erotic skin-sound was almost enough to start a real fire in his ribcage’s interior. Instead of assuming the command of some Hemi-like suitor who could make Ellie emit all kinds of foreign sounds, he laughed with the pure delight of the illicit act they engaged in. And Ellie laughed, too, tugging down her dress’s skirt, her primary-blue panties hooped at her thin knees, the skirt covering her paler flesh, and snuggling up against him in a way that soared his heart and had his arms circling her to hold her to him even tighter. She drummed her nail points on his chest, reminding him, “Take your shirt off.”

He kissed her brow, slid his hand down her back, pressing his hips to her, his naked erection nestled into a bundle of summer dress. Ellie dropped a hand down, feeling his hardness against her, lifting her skirt and scooping his naked erection underneath, hot skin against her hot skin. She humped her own hips against him and moaned as if the feel of his cock touching her heightened her own arousal. It was trivial but stunning. This was unlike the usual sex they had—which he would not ever even once consider inadequate. Asked to describe it earlier in the week, he’d declare it “sensational.” But if it had been sensational before, how much better could it become? It seemed almost limitless if he closed his eyes; like there was an interplanetary system out there before him, looking up at the starlit sky, and each dot represented something new and fun they could try together.

She regarded him with warm expectation, and he knew what she wanted. He eased back, hips still pushed into hers, and pulled his shirt up overhead and let it fall off the hammock. Ellie’s hands went right to him. She loved his body and told him how much she loved it all the time. Pretty much the top reason he squeezed gym sessions into his busy schedule. Her eyes watched her own fingers tracing his chest, caressing his muscle.

His hand explored as well, from her waist and over her hip, the back of her thigh and up to cup a bare ass cheek. Ellie’s eyes widened when he flipped away the skirt and revealed her bare ass, his hand coddling one cheek.

“I thought I was making good progress,” she said, eyes flicking from his bare chest and up to his eyes. “Why did you stop me?”

“You know why,” he said. “You got me too close.”

“So, I did it right?”

“You were incredible,” he told her.

Now she pouted her lips, giving him a cute look, one eye squinted more than the other, wincing as if the next answer might wound her, but she wanted the truth just the same. “He’d like it, you think, right?”

He pumped his hardness into her tummy, a sudden lubricious swell seizing him and raising him and his pounding heart higher, where he could see all he desired out there on the horizon. They’d changed gears, yet Ellie still persisted on the same initiating track, right where he wanted her to be. Right where it felt good for him. Like maybe that track also felt good for her.

He groaned and chuckled. “Do you think he could hold back like I did?”

She smiled and bit her lower lip, having fun with him. “I think he could,” she said, a little wary, not wanting to offend.

“You don’t think I’m special?”

She answered his question with her own: “Don’t you think I’m special?”

“Yeah, of course.” He gave her ass cheek a hard squeeze and Ellie’s eyes widened and she drew in a wonderful gasp of air.

When she exhaled, she smiled and her eyes showed a glassier sheen. “Then maybe he couldn’t stop himself because I do it so well.”

It was a wonderful punch in the gut that had him flinching, and he swung back even harder. “What if he came in your mouth?”

Ellie’s expression opened wide in pure offended shock. Shock full of humor, though, her eyes narrowing again, chastising him once more. scolding him, “Dan-iel.”

He laughed and spanked her bottom with one little smack. “How would you deal with that?”

Ellie looked offended still, but was playful. She rolled her hips against him, his erection sliding up her bare stomach. She didn’t answer right away, like she contemplated what she would actually do if the mighty Hemi Armstrong let loose while his beefy thing was in her mouth. Her eyes went to his, and she smiled, knowing what to say now. “Why don’t you tell me how you’d like me to handle that?”

The truth was, he didn’t have a preference. The only thing he wondered was what she would like. Or not like. Maybe she wanted him to come in her mouth. That was stupid, because she’d never expressed any desire for that sort of interplay at all. If she’d had that desire, she was with a man proud to provide whatever sexual need she demanded. Now it was him thinking about what he really would prefer, if the choice were given to him. And that wicked wife of his caught him unaware, mid-nasty thought, her hand slipping under her dress, long warm fingers curling around his hardness, the overwhelming sensual feel of it blotting out his thoughts with bright cottony pleasure. Ellie giggled at the effect, his head rocking back, eyes closing, a vulnerable moan creaking in his throat.

“How do you want me to do it, Danny?”

Her fingertips explored the shape of his sensitive glans, the tip wet with need, a new and slipperier touch from Ellie, aquaplaning through his lubrication and sending silvery bolts from penis tip to brain core. More giggles from Ellie.

“What should I do when it’s time?”

He settled on his answer—an answer surprisingly circumspect. “I think it would be fun if he, you know, did it in your mouth—”

“Dan-iel!”

“But only if you were okay with it, of course. But—”

Ellie stared at him, horrified by his response, her hand still on his erection, and for a second he thought maybe he’d blown it. But only for the second, because Ellie smiled again, looking down at his chest, her hand starting to stroke his hardness once more. “Boy, you think you know somebody,” she muttered.

“You’re the one with Hemi’s cock in your mouth,” he said, realigning her perspective.

“That’s true, I guess,” she said, and the surefooted playfulness she showed drove him wild. He’d used such a bad word in her presence like that, (cock!) and she’d allowed it. The openness, the surprising lack of outright rejection, aroused him to an incredible degree. It was like Ellie might really do it. And what if she did? What if it became real?

The more he thought of the closer proximity to such a wild experimentation had him grunting and flinching, Ellie’s hand on his hardness—his cock—producing a steady stream of pre-ejaculatory celebration. The feeling was like an orgasm, but not the full tide, just splashing in the tide pools, edging along the rim of peak excitement and volcanic release, right on the place where it became too late.

“Oh, Danny,” she sighed, sensing how she’d situated him in such a wonderful sexual realm—proud of herself and happy for him. Her grip went liquid on him and she stroked one full slide to his base and then up to the point again, getting him trembling. He clutched her ass cheek harder, fingertips feeling the edging heat, the membranous place between her legs where she was wet and needy. He glided finger pads across hot sex flesh and now Ellie moaned the way he’d done, surrendering to some wild sexual play foreign to them but so inviting. The two of them together a very long time despite their youth and married now and happy and yet finding new things between them they could play with and enjoy. Now he finger-circled her core, his wife absolutely teeming with juice, his sweet and wonderful wife riled by some dirty talk about her opening her legs and her mouth for another man, one who was big and handsome and charming. A real man they knew. A real man who might say yes to Ellie if Danny gave the go-ahead. Might play around with Ellie and do some of the things they talked about right now in this hammock.

He guided her with serious intent, the hand on her buttock moving to her hip and pushing her to roll over and face the other way. Ellie went with ease, knowing his intention and wanting the same thing. There was no more giggling or smiling. Their energy had deepened into lust’s soggiest marshes. And just like the other day in the woods, here they were, ready to perform intercourse in the sunshine, out where they were vulnerable. But, hey, as inappropriate as it was, anyone catching them mid-session would be entreated, wouldn’t they? He was handsome and well-built, and Ellie was gorgeous. They should charge people to watch them. They should start one of those fan pages on the internet. Multitudes would flock to see Ellie. It was an awful and selfish and narcissistic viewpoint—but that’s what made it fun.

With Ellie turned over, she knew what to do, spooning her back to his front, the two of them comma-curved and close to release. He thumbed his shorts down a little and Ellie raised her skirt again, showing him flesh and haunch and all the parts she hid during the day under normal circumstances. The tip of his penis slid into the space between her thighs, and Ellie used her fingers to scoop his point into her soaking scabbard, and he slid his throbbing weapon deep into her hot interior. They moaned and sighed together, each of them lost in their own private sex thoughts, thoughts for both of them on another man Ellie had shown affection. Did Ellie think of Hemi when he slid inside her?

The chance that she had thought of Hemi raced his heart. Ellie’s sexuality was this huge, inexplicable thing he wanted to know everything about. Imagining it from another man’s perspective was incredible. It deepened the lustier side of his love for Elena. While he began a slow and easy sexual rhythm with her, his mind fixated on this weird new idea of seeing her in the hammock with another man. If the hammock could support Hemi’s mighty bulk, maybe Hemi would fuck Ellie from behind the way her husband did right now; spread her wide with a much bigger implement, and maybe Danny could see her face as Hemi did it. He pulled back Ellie’s hair and watched her ecstatic profile as he stroked in and out of her tightness, imagining with rising passion it was Hemi who made her face twist this way, made her pant and moan. And what if Hemi could make even better reactions shriek from Ellie as he did things that Danny hadn’t even ever heard of?