Chapter 4: Morning Bliss
The first rays of dawn sliced through the gaps in the blinds, painting stripes across Ellie’s face. She stirred, her body warm and heavy beneath the quilt, a smile already tugging at her lips before she even opened her eyes. The weight on top of her shifted subtly, a familiar pressure that made her heart skip a beat. James was still half-asleep, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his stubble scratching her skin in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. “Morning, Mummy,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, his breath hot against her neck as he pressed a lazy kiss there. “You taste good.”
Ellie giggled softly, threading her fingers through his messy hair, her nails grazing his scalp in a way that made him sigh contentedly. “And you taste like… morning breath,” she teased, her voice still husky with sleep. “Get off me, you beast.” But she didn’t push him away, not really. Instead, she arched into his touch, her body betraying her words as her hips pressed against his. James lifted his head, his eyes still heavy-lidded but with a mischievous glint that made her stomach flutter. “Beast, am I?” he growled low in his throat, his hands already moving to grip her waist. “I’ll show you beast.”
In one swift motion, he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress in a way that made her gasp. His kisses were immediate and demanding, his lips bruising against hers as he devoured her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. Ellie moaned softly, her hands clawing at his back, pulling him closer, deeper, as if she could fuse their bodies together. “James,” she gasped between kisses, her voice trembling. “Wait… we should get up.” But the protest was weak, half-hearted, lost in the heat of his touch and the way his body felt against hers.
He ignored her, his mouth trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in its wake that made her skin tingle. He tugged at the neckline of her t-shirt, pulling it down roughly to expose her breasts, his hands already cupping her, kneading and squeezing with a possessiveness that made her whimper. His thumbs teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they were hard and aching, and Ellie arched her back, offering herself to him, her body humming with anticipation. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, his breath hot against her skin. “So fucking beautiful.” He lowered his head, latching onto one nipple, sucking hard as he pinched the other, the dual sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
Ellie cried out, her hips bucking against him, her body already slick with need. “James, please…” she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. “I need you inside me.” He grinned against her skin, a predatory look in his eyes as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Patience, Mummy,” he purred, his voice low and teasing. “You’ll get what you want.” He reached down, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, freeing his already throbbing cock, the sight of it making her mouth water. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wet entrance, and Ellie gasped, her body clenching in anticipation. “Fuck me, James,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, fuck me.”
He plunged into her with a single, sharp thrust, filling her completely, stretching her to her limit in a way that made her cry out, her body arching off the bed as she met his thrusts. They moved together, a frantic rhythm of flesh against flesh, their moans and gasps filling the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping skin. James thrust deeper and harder, each stroke a declaration of his possessive love, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew there’d be bruises later. Ellie’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her in a rush of pure pleasure that made her scream his name, her body convulsing around his cock as he emptied himself inside her, his own groan of release muffled against her neck.
They collapsed in a sweaty, tangled mess, their laughter echoing in the room, soft and breathless and filled with a warmth that made Ellie’s heart ache. James nuzzled into her neck again, pressing lazy kisses against her skin, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft rustle of the quilt as they shifted closer together, their bodies still entwined. The phone on the nightstand lit up suddenly, the screen glowing in the dim light of the room. Ellie glanced at it, her breath catching in her throat as she read the message from Mark: “I’m coming home.”