Элла Франк - Entice

“Oh god,” she moaned, pressing her cheek to the fridge. “Just do it,” she told him boldly.

Grinding himself against her, he asked softly, “Do what, Georgia?”

She squirmed, pushing her ass back against him. “Put your damn fingers in me.”

Josh chuckled, loving this side of Shelly. She was so demanding and confident. She was never one to shy away, and she always asked for what she wanted.

“Not yet,” he told her.

Removing his hand, he unzipped her shorts, pulling them and her flimsy little yellow thong off of her.

If he hadn’t been so desperate to get point A—his cock—into point B—her wet, tight slice of heaven—he might have stopped for a minute to appreciate the little thong. As it was, all his blood was between his legs, and it wanted to start pounding something now.

As he looked at her creamy white ass now on display for him, he dipped his knees and stroked his erection up between her ass cheeks. He heard her curse, smirking to himself, as he did it over and over while he gripped her hips.

“Josh,” she groaned in warning.

“Yes, Georgia?”

She looked over her shoulder at him with her eyes clouded and dilated, her lips parting. She looked like someone who had been thoroughly fucked—or was about to be.

“Sometime this year, please?” She paused, pushing her hips back on him. “I never knew you were such a tease.”

* * *

Shelly was overheating.

She was burning up from the inside out, and Josh kept sliding his hard cock over her ass like he was going to start his own fire from rubbing wood—literally.

She was about to tell him to hurry up and get inside her when he pulled back and gripped her waist, tugging her over to the kitchen counter. Bending her forward so she was half lying on the cool granite, she felt his large hard body mold to hers from behind.

“Now, Georgia, you might want to reach across and hang on.”

Feeling her own juices dripping down her thighs, Shelly knew she was more than ready for a good pounding.

It had been weeks, no forget that, months since she’d had good hot sex, and it had been with this man. As she felt his throbbing tip brush against where she was aching, Shelly reached across the counter and held on tight.

* * *

Josh gripped Shelly’s hips, lining himself up, and then he thrust deep inside where she was hot, tight, and oh, so wet. She felt like every fantasy he had ever had, and as she moaned out loud, she also sounded like it.

Bending over her so his chest was touching her back, he gripped her small hips and started to flex his own, burrowing his cock deeper inside her.

He felt possessive all of a sudden, like he wanted to mark her, imprint himself on her, in her, wherever he could.

As he pistoned his hips back and forth, he leaned down, whispering in her ear. “God, Shel, how could you think this is anything other than fucking perfect?”

He heard her cry out, feeling her push her hips back to him, as he felt a deep chuckle leave his throat from the sheer animalistic nature of the act.

He had never been so rough or so forceful with a woman, but as she pushed herself up with her hands, arching that beautiful back toward him, Josh couldn’t help but lean down and bite her shoulder.

* * *

Oh fuck! Shelly thought when she felt his teeth in her skin.

He was fucking biting her, and she was loving it. She lifted herself up, using her hands to brace herself, as she slammed back against him, feeling his cock drive deeper inside her.

“Fuck, Shel,” he moaned.

 Then, he wrapped one arm around her waist and really started to move. In and out, his hips bumped up against her ass with every forward stroke. As he leaned down, he growled in her ear.

“Nothing ever feels as good as being buried deep inside you while your hot little pussy squeezes me every time something excites you.”

Shelly clenched, and Josh cursed.

“Apparently, you like it when I talk dirty, hmm?” he murmured in her ear. “Hold on tight, Georgia. I need to get deeper.”

Shelly almost came right then.

Good God, the man has a dirty mouth on him, and she had to admit that she didn’t mind it one bit. Usually, she was the one who had to hold back, but when Josh pushed gently on the small of her back and she found herself with her cheek against the cool granite counter, she knew he was her exact match.

“Now, Josh. Oh god,” she groaned, needing completion.

She felt him flex his hips, his hands gripping hers on the counter. After three strong thrusts, he leaned down and kissed her ear gently.

Whispering, he confessed, “I knew from the very first moment that you would change me.”

He sucked her lobe and continued to move harder inside her. As her breathing quickened, she turned her head, and his mouth found hers. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth. As she felt him tense behind her, flexing once more, she fell apart, body and soul on his kitchen counter.

July

Home was always hard to go back to. However, this time around it was excruciating for Shelly. She had opted to take the plane back for Fourth of July, and as she sat by the window looking out at the runway, she couldn’t help but think about her last email from Josh.

He was being really mysterious about where he was. She had even tried getting it out of Mason, but he merely shrugged and told her he had no idea.

Honestly, Shelly didn’t believe Mason for one moment.

Why would Josh just vanish? Well, he had his reason, but she didn’t buy that either.

Shelly,

Please stop sending me naked pictures of you during the day. I lose focus on everything around me. At least if you send them at night, I can open them in private and enjoy them one-on-one. ;)

For the millionth time, no amount of skin that you send me is going to make me tell you where I am. I told you that I am happy being alone for the time being. Plus, if I tell you where I am, I know you will turn up, and quite honestly, Georgia, I’m not there yet. That’s not to say I won’t ever be—just not yet.

As always,

Josh

He wasn’t there yet. Well, aren’t I stupid?

When he’d been ready, she had run away as quick as her legs could carry her, clinging to the insane notion that his ex-girlfriend had been a threat.

Shelly had known all along that there was no threat there. She had seen it in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he had waited to make sure she was okay the next morning after her late night out.

Every single move Josh had made proved that he cared and his feelings were real.

And what did I do? Reduced them all to one ugly word—fling.

So, really, this hopeless, unrequited infatuation she had with him was her own damn fault because now he didn’t trust her.

As the plane taxied down the runway to wait in the holding line for take-off, she recalled her own email with her anxious questions.

Maybe it was time to leave the man alone. Perhaps he did need his space, like he had said. Maybe he didn’t want her to keep emailing him with naughty snapshots.

However, as the cabin rattled and the jet engines kicked in, making the loud roaring sound signaling their imminent departure, Shelly couldn’t help but think if that were the case, then he would tell her to stop emailing altogether. Wouldn’t he?

* * *

Josh sat down with his laptop and a beer.

He had spent the morning down at the worksite, and he couldn’t wait to get home to open the most recent email from Man-Eater.

Yep, she had most definitely reclaimed that name.

The woman was intent on giving him a hard-on in the middle of the day. On more than a few occasions, he had been working at the site, checking his phone after he had heard it chime.  Then, right there in his inbox, snapshots of the stunningly sexy doctor had appeared.

At one point, he had asked her why she had sent them through email instead of a text message, and he had to laugh at her response.

If I text it, it’s instant. If I email, you anticipate opening it. Plus, if it goes to the wrong person, then at least I have a chance of recovery. Imagine that going to Mason? Instantly?

Oh, hell no, had been Josh’s first reaction.

There was no way he wanted Mason’s eyes on that, and he was pretty sure that Lena wouldn’t want it either.

Shelly was breathtaking. As he sat down on his apartment’s shabby couch, he opened the laptop and switched it on. There, on his screen, was the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

Her eyes were almond-shaped, and the blue was so stunning in its vibrancy that it almost looked unreal. In this picture, she was looking over her naked shoulder, and her hair was disheveled all around her face. She had her phone in one hand, pointing it at the mirror. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were screaming come and get me. Damn, she’s beautiful.

He had known leaving was going to be hard, and honestly, Josh hadn’t known what to expect after that desperate moment of passion in his kitchen.

Letting her walk away that day had been the most difficult decision he had ever made, especially knowing he was still going to leave.

He’d known from the beginning the depths of his feelings, and nothing was going to sway him from giving them both the time they needed. If it was meant to be, they would find their way back to each other.