(The next chapter will continue where this one left off)
Kellan
I strip down to my boxers, lay down on the bed and wait for Elsie to re-join me. This wasn’t my original plan, to book us a hotel for the night, but as the night went on and after the kiss we shared, I wasn't ready to let her go home. I don’t think she minds.

I hear the bathroom door open. I look up seeing her wrapped in the dressing gown. She finally looks back at me, and I watch her eyes go wide when she notices I am in nothing but my boxers. I hear a slight whimper coming from her lips, an accidental one, I assume, by the way, she quickly covers her mouth. I chuckle, motioning her to join me.
Elsie stops, standing in the same spot, rocking on her heels. She is nervous again, “I don’t bite, honestly, angel.” I laugh. Elsie lets out a nervous giggle and comes to join me on the bed.
She seems a little too far away. I scoot closer to her, and she turns to glance at me. There is only a matter of inches between us, and I decide to use it to my advantage. I close the space and capture her lips in mine. She gasps, not expecting and freezes, but only for a second and begins to kiss me back, moaning. I run my fingers into her hair, putting more pressure on her lips.
Elsie reaches in, running her fingers over my chest. I groan, my body reacting to her touch. I grip her hip, laying her down on the bed and take my place between her legs, hooking one leg around my waist. I dance my fingertips up the side of her thigh, feeling her body shiver.
I remove my lips from hers, kissing down her jawline and onto her neck. She cries out, her head falling back, tugging my hair. I grind against her, ensuring she can feel my cock harden and what she does to me.
“Oh fuck…” she pants, arching up from the bed. She uses her hold on my hair to bring my lips back to hers, slipping her other leg around me.

Elsie’s nails scrap down my back, digging into the skin. Mmm, if I can make her do that just by kissing her, I wonder what I can do to her when I fuck her. I reach for the tie of the dressing gown, but before I can undo it, there is a knock at the room door. Seriously! They couldn’t have come a little later. I groan in frustration, climbing off her. I make sure to lift a tip from my wallet on the way to answer the door.
“Your drinks, sir,” he smiles, “Thank you.” I hand him the tip, take the tray from him and close the door. When I make my way back over, Elsie sits up on the bed. She looks flushed, and I can hear her breathing. She is flustered and turned on.
“Beer?” I smirk, “Yes, please.” I hand her one, setting the tray down. I take the other beer and sit next to her. She gulped beer, trying to cool herself down.
“Are you okay, angel?” I try not to sound too smug, “Hmm, yes.” She whispers, taking another drink. I chuckle, taking a sip of my beer.

Silence falls between us. I reach over, slipping her dressing gown up enough to rest my hand on the top of her thigh. She swallows hard, and I trace it further up, wondering if she will stop me, but she doesn’t. I slip my hand between her thighs, running my fingers through the lace of her panties, her wetness coating my fingers.
“Damn, baby, you are soaking. When was the last time you were touched?” I ask, “I-I-can’t remember,” she stammers. She closes her eyes, small pants falling from her lips.
I dip my hand into her panties, brushing her clit and a simple touch is enough to make her moan. I circle it with my fingers, and her hips jerk. I move my hand downwards, and she opens her legs for me, giving me the access I desperately want and she needs. I pull back, only for a second.
I put my bottle to the side, took her from her hand and did the same. I kneel between her legs, finally undoing the tie, and it falls open, exposing her half naked body to mine. I take her gorgeous body in, licking my lips. I tug her legs, so she lay flat on her bed and tower over her. I kiss her passionately, hooking her panties in my fingers and rip them off, tossing them aside.
I replace my hand between her thighs, “Do you want me to fix that for you?” I ask. She nods eagerly, an intense look in her eyes, “Use your words, Elise.” I demand, swatting her thigh.
“Yes, God, yes.” She whimpers. I smirk, slipping a finger inside of her, followed by a second. Elsie cries out, arching up from the bed, taking them deeper into her.
I start working them slowly, to begin with, watching her closely. She closes her eyes, and her head tilts back. I pick up speed, and she rolls her hips into my fingers, fisting the sheets. This isn’t going to take long. I get into a rhythm, making sure to hit all the right spots.
“Fuck, yes, so good…” she moans, rolling her hips quicker, and I make sure the speed of my fingers keeps up. I use my thumb to finger her clit. In a matter of minutes, her walls tighten around my fingers, and her legs shake.
“Are you ready to come?” I ask, “Yes.” She pants.
I get rougher, and she likes it, “Come for me,” I demand. And right on cue, she did. She squeals, and her juices flow over my fingers as her entire body shakes. I watch closely, and what a sexy view it is, “Good girl.” I moan. I don’t stop until her body calms.
She lays below me, sweating and breathing heavily, “Look at me…” She does as I ask, and I slip my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them, “Mmm, just as I imagined, you taste sweet, angel.” I groan.
Elsie’s eyes went wide, surprised by my action. I wink, removing my fingers and licking my lips, “Better?” I question. She nods, tugging her lower lip between her teeth.
Elsie stretches her arm, running her hand down my chest, stomach and finally over my boxers. I growl, not expecting her to touch me, not as I have any complaints. I grab her wrists gentle in my hand.
“Don’t you want me to touch you?” she whispers, “Yes, but tell me what you want to do?” I say, “I want to take you in my mouth,” she finally says.
“You, angel, can do whatever the fuck you want to me,” I hiss. I usually prefer to take control, but with her, I think I would let her do anything she wants.
Elsie moves onto her knees in front of me, capturing my lips in hers and slips her hand into my boxers, stroking my cock, which is already throbbing. She parts from me, and her lips land at my ear, “Lay down.” She wasn’t asking; she was telling.
And I do as she tells me, something I don’t tend to do so easily. She pulls her hair into a tie, licking her lips. I think the rest of this night is going to be the opposite of what I expected it to be.
She removes my boxers, and my length comes into view, “Christ, your huge,” she gasps, and her eyes widen, “Do you think you can handle it?” I ask. I have had issues in the past. Some women can take it, not all of it.
“I don’t know, but I am sure as hell going to try,” she answers confidently. Where did the shy, blushing girl go? “Show me what you got, gorgeous.” I encourage.
I am more than eager to see her skills.