Boom! My orgasm is like an explosion that I can’t hear. I try to bear down my muscles hard to take him with me but I fail and he keeps going. And going. He flips me over and I wrap my legs around him and he starts up again—the man has staying power! I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow. He’s waiting for me to come again, and despite my exhaustion, I feel the pressure building. He must see it too because just as I think that, his fingers touch the vibrator on my clit and it goes into overdrive. He rips off the blindfold and earphones and I see his face, slick with sweat, eyes on fire, and… his hotness pushes me over, bringing him with me. We both moan in unison and I collapse back, feeling as boneless as any filet.
“Ella?” his voice is hoarse, even a bit raspy.
“Mmm?”
“We have to go to my mother’s now.”
“Now? Shouldn’t we get dressed first?”
He grasps my thigh and, turning it, slaps my butt hard.
“Ow!”
“Let’s go. We’ll shower and dress quickly. My parents are expecting us in an hour.” He grins. “We might be a little late.”
Chapter 49
What is taking Ella so long? They’d showered together and then he left her in the bathroom to do her hair and make-up and he’d dressed and gone into the office to get some work done.
He looks at his watch. Almost an hour had passed since he left her in there and they were due at his parents’ house in less than a half hour. He gets up to check on her.
The bedroom door is closed so he eases it open, finding her sprawled on the bed, tears running down her face.
“Ella, what’s wrong?”
She glances up at him. Kohl is smeared all around her eyes, and runs down her cheeks in tiny black rivers. From his vantage point, she looks like a frightened raccoon.
“Ella?” he repeats.
Her response is a high-pitched wail, “I have nothing to wear!”
His eyes circuit the room. All around her are discarded outfits that she pulled from the closet and then tossed. He steps over those garments that made it to the floor and peeks in her closet. It is lined wall to wall with clothes, her own and those he purchased to augment her wardrobe with clothes that pleased him.
“Ella, I think you have something to wear. What is the real issue here?”
“I have nothing appropriate to wear.”
“What does that mean? You have so many different clothes; how can it be that there’s nothing appropriate?”
She shrugs her shoulders, tears still trickling down her face. “There just isn’t.”
“Ella, would you like me to choose an outfit for you?”
“No. I think you may have to go without me, Ian. Just this once; I promise I’ll go next time.” She presses her hands together in supplication.
“Do you not think it a little strange for me to show up alone to announce my engagement?”
Sniffling, she wipes some of the running mascara from under her eyes. “It is what it is.”
“No,” he sits beside her on the bed and pulls her close to him, “it’s not. What’s the real problem? Are you nervous about meeting my parents?”
Dissolving into tears again, she nods her head against his chest. “Oh, Ella, my parents will love you; I guarantee it. What’s not to love?”
“I wrote a filthy sex book, Ian. Did you forget that minor detail?”
“It’s not filthy; it’s risqué, ribald maybe. Moreover, I’m fairly certain that genre of novel is not on my parents’ reading list so I think we’ll be safe on that front. My father spends most of his time reading science journals and my mother art books when she’s not elbow deep in oils. It’s all good, Ella. Really.”
“What about your siblings?”
“My brothers live out of state so there’s just Zoe, my sister. She will absolutely adore you, baby.”
He didn’t dare tell her that Zoe had read her novel. She’d find out, though, very soon, because Zoe has the biggest mouth this side of the Mississippi. “Come on: let’s go. Throw on a simple dress or maybe pants, if you prefer, and don’t give it another thought. Just don’t wear fuck-me stilettos and we’ll be fine.”
She shoots him a dirty look. “Give me a little credit, Ian, for God’s sake. Okay, fine. If you’re going to force me into this den of lions, then…”
Rolling his eyes, he gets up muttering about dens of lions, and gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Did you know you sneeze like a kitten?”
“Say what?”
His eyes brim with amusement. “Say what? Are you from the ‘hood? Last night, you began to sneeze in your sleep and your sneezes were so small and soft, it sounded like a kitten sneezing, not a human. I almost starting scouring around for a tiny cat.”