Part 36 ( Juliet )

The drive back to Ellie's place is quiet. The car hums softly as she drives, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh, her thumb tracing slow circles against the fabric of my dress.

I just let myself enjoy it.

By the time we pull into her driveway, the night has settled fully, the air cool but not biting. Ellie kills the engine and glances at me, a small, lazy smile tugging at her lips. "You coming in?"

I arch a brow. "Did you really think I was going to let you drive me to your house then go all the way back to my place after that?"

Her smile widens as she unbuckles her seatbelt. "Fair point."

She steps out first, circling around the car before I can even move. I roll my eyes but let her open the door for me anyway, taking her offered hand as I slide out.

The inside of her house is dimly lit. I toe off my heels near the door, sighing softly as the ache from wearing them all night eases.

Ellie shrugs off her blazer, tossing it onto the back of the couch before turning toward me. She watches me for a second, eyes trailing over my face, my dress, like she's still processing the fact that I'm here.

Then, without a word, she moves toward the speakers near the TV, tapping her phone against them until soft music filters through the room. It's slow, warm, meant to be danced to.

She turns back to me, holding out a hand, an unmistakable glint in her eyes. "Dance with me?"

I blink. "Are you serious?"

She steps closer, fingers brushing against mine. "Completely."

I let out a slow breath, shaking my head, but there's no real resistance. I take her hand, letting her guide me closer. She rests a careful hand on my waist, pulling me into her warmth, into the quiet steadiness of her.

The music sways between us, and so do we.

She moves with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing someone well, from muscle memory, from years of something buried too deep to name. It's not a formal dance, nothing structured, just the lazy, easy kind of movement that feels natural, like it belongs.

I let my head rest against her shoulder, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breathing, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Her fingers splay out against my back, warm and sure.

For a while, we just move.

It's ridiculous, really, how something so simple can feel like everything.

She hums along to the song, soft enough that I barely hear it, but I feel it, the quiet vibration against my cheek.

"Did you plan this too?" I murmur.

She chuckles, deep. "What, the dancing?"

I lift my head just enough to meet her gaze. "Everything."

She shrugs, pulling me in a little closer. "Maybe."

I narrow my eyes at her, but there's no real heat behind it. "You're trouble, you know that?"

Ellie hums, fingers tracing the back of my neck. "You don't seem to mind."

I scoff, resting my hands on her shoulder. "It's not like I have a choice."

She arches a brow. "No?"

I shake my head, pressing my forehead against hers. "No. You've got me wrapped around your finger, Crawford."

Ellie bites her lip, her smile soft. "Good."

We keep swaying, the song bleeding into another, and another. Her fingers brush against the bare skin of my back, sending a quiet shiver down my spine.

Eventually, she whispers, "Do you regret it?"

I lift my head, frowning slightly. "Regret what?"

"This." She swallows, like she's bracing herself. "Us."

I exhale softly, bringing my hand up to rest against her cheek. "No," I say, without hesitation. "Not even for a second."

Ellie's lips part slightly, something shifting in her expression, something deep. Then, she leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that's slow, lingering, full of something heavy and real.

I melt into it, into her.

The music fades into the background, but we don't stop moving, don't stop holding onto each other.

This time, neither of us are letting go.

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The kiss deepens, turns heated. Ellie's hands roam over my back, my sides, like she's trying to memorize every inch of me. I match her enthusiasm, sliding my hands under the fabric of her shirt, feeling the warm, smooth skin beneath.

She breaks the kiss with a soft gasp, resting her forehead against mine. "Bedroom." she breathes out.

I don't need to be told twice. I take her hand, letting her lead me down the hall to her room. The door closes softly behind us, and then we're on each other again, hands and lips and tongues everywhere.

Ellie pushes me back onto the bed, crawling over me with a predatory grin. "I've been thinking about this all night," she murmurs, pressing hot, kisses along my neck.

I tilt my head back with a soft moan, fingers tangling in her hair. "Me too," I admit, breathless. "You in that suit..."

She chuckles against my skin, teeth grazing my pulse point. "I had a feeling you liked it."

I can feel the hard length of her against my thigh as she settles between my legs.

She grinds against me, slow and purposeful, and I arch up into her with a quiet whine. "Please," I breathe out. "I need you."

Ellie sits up, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She pulls it off in one smooth motion, revealing her chest, her nipples already hardened in the cool air.

I sit up as well, making quick work of my dress, letting it pool around my waist. Ellie's eyes darken as she takes in the sight of me, barely clothed, flushed and wanting.

She cups my face, drawing me in for another searing kiss. "You're so beautiful," she murmurs against my lips. "So fucking perfect."

I grin into the kiss, tangling my fingers with hers. "Flattery will get you everywhere," I tease.

She chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of my nose. She moves down my body, kissing, nipping and licking a path down my chest, my stomach, my hips.

Then she leans over to grab a glass of water from the bedside table. She plucks an ice cube from it, holding it up between us.

"Ice?" I furrow my brows.

She doesn't reply.

She trails the ice cube down my chest, circling one nipple before moving to the other. The cold is shocking against my heated skin, sending goosebumps racing across my body.

I gasp, arching into the sensation. Ellie takes the opportunity to lean down, taking my nipple into her mouth. The contrast of her hot mouth and the cold ice has me seeing stars.

She trails the ice down my stomach, circling my navel before moving lower. I tense, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

She presses the ice cube against my clit, and I moan out at the sudden cold. It quickly gives way to pleasure as Ellie starts to circle it around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She replaces the ice with her fingers a moment later, pumping them in time with the movements of her tongue. It's sloppy and messy and perfect.

Ellie keeps going through it, tongue and fingers.

She starts going slow, focusing on my clit, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking it into her mouth. I writhe beneath her, hands fisting in her hair, tugging her closer.

"Fuck, yes," I moan out, back arching off the bed. "Just like that."

Ellie chuckles against my pussy, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. She slides two fingers inside me, pumping them in time with the movements of her tongue.

It's too much, too good. I can feel the tension building low in my belly, my thighs starting to tremble.

"Ellie," I gasp out, tugging at her hair. "I'm gonna come."

She doubles her efforts, sucking hard on my clit while curling her fingers inside me, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl.

That's all it takes. I come with a loud cry, back bowing off the bed as pleasure crashes over me in waves.

Ellie stays with me through it, lapping at me gently as I ride out my orgasm.

When the aftershocks finally fade, she crawls up my body, pressing soft kisses to my skin as she goes.

Ellie kisses me softly, fingers tracing idle patterns on my neck. "Tell me what you want from me." she asks, voice low and sultry.

I grin up at her, heart fluttering at the desire I see burning in her eyes. "I want to feel you inside me," I murmur, reaching down to cup the hard length of her through her boxers. "I want to ride your cock until we both can't take it anymore."

Ellie shudders, hips bucking into my touch. "Fuck, baby," she groans. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to hear you say that."

She sits up, making quick work of her boxers. Her cock springs free, long and thick and already leaking at the tip. I lick my lips at the sight, hand itching to wrap around her, to feel her hot and hard in my palm.

She reaches over to the nightstand to grab a condom. She tears it open with her teeth, rolling it down her length with practiced ease.

I watch the whole thing, pulse pounding in my ears, arousal coiling hot and tight in my belly.

Ellie settles back against the pillows, one hand reaching out to cup my cheek. "Come here," she murmurs.

I straddle her hips, reaching down to line her up with my entrance. She's big, but I'm wet. She slides in easily with a low moan.

"Oh fuck," she groans, hands gripping my hips. "You feel so good."

I nod, breathless, starting to move. I roll my hips, taking her deeper, relishing the stretch, the fullness.

It's overwhelming, in the best way possible.

Ellie lets me set the pace, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes as I ride her. Her hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between her fingers.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," she murmurs, leaning up to capture one nipple in her mouth. She sucks hard, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to my core.

I moan, head falling back as I grind down harder, faster.

I ride her harder, chasing that feeling of falling over the edge. Ellie meets me thrust for thrust, hips snapping up into mine as we lose ourselves in the rhythm.

The bed creaks beneath us, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. I'm lost in sensation, in the feel of her inside me, around me, on me.

I can feel my orgasm building. Ellie's breath is hot against my neck, her teeth grazing my pulse point as she fucks up into me.

"Come on, baby," she growls, fingers digging into my hips. "I want to feel you come apart on my cock."

It's all I need. I come undone. Moaning loud. My vision whiting out as pleasure crashes over me in waves.

I don't stop. I need her.

"I want you to take me from behind." I tell her.

Ellie's eyes darken at the suggestion, pupils blown wide with desire. "Fuck yes," she growls, rolling us over so that I'm on my hands and knees.

She takes a moment to admire the view, running her hands over the curve of my ass. "God, you look so good like this," she murmurs, giving my cheeks a firm squeeze.

I arch into the touch, pressing back against her. "Less admiring, more fucking," I tease, glancing over my shoulder at her with a smirk.

Ellie groans, swatting my ass playfully. "So needy for me." she says, before leaning down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of my neck.

I shiver at the contact, goosebumps racing down my spine. Ellie takes her time exploring my body from this new angle, hands and lips mapping every inch of my skin.

When she finally lines herself up with my entrance, I'm practically shaking with anticipation. She slides in smoothly, filling me up in one long, slow thrust.

"Fuck," she groans, hips snapping forward instinctively. "You're so tight like this."

I moan in agreement, pushing back against her. "Harder," I plead, voice breathy. "I want to feel you tomorrow."

Ellie grins, obliging my request with a sharp thrust of her hips. She sets a brutal pace, slamming into me with enough force to rock the bed.

Her hips snapping forward with a sharp thrusts. She thrusts into me with enough force to rock the bed. The headboard bangs against the wall, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she groans, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "So tight and perfect."

I moan, pushing back against her, greedy for more. "Harder," I gasp out, voice breathy and needy. "Fuck me harder, Ellie."

She lets out a low growl, slamming into me harder. Enough force to make my teeth rattle. Her cock filling my pussy with every thrust.

"Yes baby. Just like that." I moan out.

Ellie pistons her hips, the wet squelch of my pussy echoing obscenely with each vicious thrust. Her fat cock spears into me, stretching me wide around her thick girth. I can feel every ridge and vein as she ravages my needy cunt, grunting with the effort.

"Yes, just like that," I hiss through clenched teeth, reveling in the delicious burn of being so utterly filled. "Fucking ruin me, Ellie."

She snarls, slamming into me with brutal force, her balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. "Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby. Like you were made for it."

I whimper, hands fisting in the sheets as I buck back to meet her violent strokes. The wet sounds of my drenched pussy fills the room, mingling with the lewd smack of skin on skin. "Pound me baby. I want to feel you for days." I beg shamelessly, greedy for more.

Ellie's hand tangle in my hair as she pulls my head back. She leans over me, breath hot against my ear as she ruts into me like a beast in heat. "I'm going to fuck you so good you're gonna need a wheelchair after." she pants, voice ragged with lust. "Paint your ass with my hands. Mark you as mine."

I moan loudly, clenching around her as a fresh flood of arousal gushes out around her plunging cock. "Yes, yes,  Ellie." I cry out, lost to the depraved ecstasy.

She bites down on my shoulder, the sharp sting only heightening my pleasure as she fucks me with wild abandon. I reach down, frantically circling my clit in time with her merciless thrusts. "I'm gonna come," I warn breathlessly, feeling my release building at a rapid pace. "Come with me Ellie."

Ellie slams into me one final time, burying herself to the hilt as her cock throbs and pulses. "Come for me," Ellie growls, one hand fisting in my hair as the other reaches around to tease my nipples. "Come on my cock like a good girl."

I come with a scream, convulsing violently as my pussy clenches.

We collapse together in a sweaty heap, gasping for breath as the aftershocks slowly fade. Ellie pulls out.

"Holy fuck," she pants, pressing a kiss to my sweat-dampened temple. "God, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. So fucking much." I kiss her back.

We lay there, tangled in the sheets, the warmth of Ellie's body pressed against mine. My fingers trace idle patterns over her bare shoulder, her breathing slow and steady against my collarbone. The room is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of fabric as we shift, finding ways to settle even closer.

Her arm tightens around my waist, anchoring me to her like she's afraid I'll slip away in the night. I won't.

I exhale softly, pressing a lazy kiss to the crown of her head. "Comfortable?"

Ellie hums, voice thick with exhaustion. "Mm. Perfect."

I smile, shifting slightly to adjust the blanket over us. The air is cool against my skin, but wrapped up in her, I don't feel it.

The weight of her, the steady rhythm of her breath, the quiet security of this moment, it settles something deep inside me. I close my eyes, letting it pull me under.