Ella felt the soft warm Sherpa blanket everywhere. It felt so good, she felt safe. Then a hand meandered between her thighs. The hand was heavy and slightly rough. It was a man's hand.
It was Damon's hand.
Her cheeks grew a rosy flush as he continued along her thighs searching, gently probing for her warm slick opening. He thrust his finger in, expertly stroking in and out as she slowly writhed; welcoming him. He took time to play and touched the soft fuzz around her opening then fingered inside her.
Ella arched thrusting her pelvis upward as she gasped and instinctively reached for his arm. Her fingers brushed up and down languidly at the tension beneath his sinewy muscles as he continued stroking. Her nipples pebbled as her arousal peaked along with the pace of her breath.
Her subtle deep breathing had quickened to nearly a pant as Damon continued probing and stroking between her folds. She was dripping wet from the pleasure.
Until he stopped.
Her beating heart stopped too.
Then a smile crept across her face, like a woman with a secret as she realized what he wanted. He pulled her thighs apart and met her half-lidded gaze as if asking permission.
She nodded realizing they didn't even need words to speak. What are words she thought.
He speaks with touch. We speak with touch.
He began planting tender wet kisses from her knee down to her delicate inner thigh. Ella opened her mouth as a small mew sound escaped. She grabbed his head and swirled her fingers into his soft dark hair.
Then he plunged his face in and went down on her.
Ella never had a man go down on her before.
Brian had attempted it.
But it was so awkward she had snapped her knees shut; they never tried again.
Damon was different though. He made it feel so natural.
He made her feel so good, her cheeks flushed like a sunbeam on her face; warm and welcoming.
Ella moaned as he began licking then sucking her clit. Her back arched and she grabbed for the wooden headboard behind her to brace herself as her pelvis began to gyrate. Her heart raced as her mind floated with no other thoughts than to be touched by him, licked by him.
There was desperate pain that throbbed and ached. It was the pain of wanting more inside her. She bit her lip and gasped.
The pleasure he gave her was like no other she had ever experienced. His rough tongue began to lap between his suckling. It pushed her over the edge, she grabbed again at her headboard and hit it which made a loud knocking sound.
She pulled his head up as she reached for his rock-hard cock. Now Damon was the one moaning as she began stroking him up and down. He rolled over like a dog that needed his stomach scratched. She kicked her leg over his girth and his green eyes lit up. She watched him lick his lips as he placed his hands on her hips positioning her over him.
Just as she was about lance herself upon his steely upright rod.
There was a loud knocking, then pounding.
Ella awoke one lazy eye at a time and raised herself on her elbows drenched in sweat, panting as if she'd just run a marathon. She blew a frustrated breath out realizing she'd just had the best fucking, quite literally, wet dream of her life.
Charlotte had once sent her an ad for a vibrator she'd bought herself that was highly recommended on Goop.
Ella never thought she'd needed one before. If she continued having those kinda dreams' she'd need to Fed-ex one stat.
Maybe a bubble bath and her hand could release some of that tension.
She ignored the continued pounding.
What's the use she blew an exasperated breath. Nothing was going to compare to the real thing.
Damon LeSage.
Just thinking his name sent butterfly like flutters along the nape of her neck.
She gritted her teeth as the pounding on her front door escalated to jackhammer status, then kicked off her stupid blanket.
So help me, she cursed under her breath as she stomped through the hallway ready to tell off whoever had interrupted the best dream of her life, rolling her sleeves up in the process.
She flung open the door then crossed her arms and glared at Brian standing awkwardly. His dirty blonde hair was wet as if he had just showered and it hung in soft curls. He looked like a dog with a tail between its legs.
She used to think his hair was like the hair on a baby cherub and as soft as corn silk. He pulled down his sunglasses revealing his bright blue eyes. Eyes she would have died for in the past.
But before he had a chance to open his mouth. Ella interrupted him.
"You're a dick," she said then slammed the door shut.
He pounded on it again. "Ella, I'm sorry."
As soon as she heard the words, she yanked the door back open. "How dare you?"
"I was drunk," he implored.
"No, excuse."
His eyes pleaded like a puppy begging for a treat. She used to love his eyes before and how they turned down in the corners. How a line formed across his forehead when he was deep in thought. How he twiddled his spoon in his coffee at breakfast. There were so many things she had loved.
But she was over it.
And him.
"It's over. I don't want to ever see you again."
She slammed the door harder then bolted it.
Nope. Never.
She was determined to move forward.
Charlotte was right as usual. A hook up was exactly what she needed. There was just one problem.
She needed more.
Her dream had made her horny as hell for him; Damon. But what could she do? After all, their entire vineyard had nearly burnt down. She couldn't pester a guy who was as busy as he must be. Besides she told herself, Damon Lesage was just a hook-up. The reality of it sunk into her heart like a lead weight. She didn't really know him.
Brian pounded on the door again.
"You're the only woman I've ever truly loved. I'm a total fuck up. I know I don't deserve you."
Ella froze at his words. She'd never heard him apologize for anything in his life.
"You don't owe me anything. But at least listen to me for one minute." He said begging through the door in a low scratchy voice that sounded as if he had hit rock bottom.
The door creaked as she slowly opened it. They had been together for three years. It was the least she could do. Listen for one minute.
Brian was on his knees; another first. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me."
Ella's stance softened. "Get up. I'll give you one minute."
Did he deserve a minute? Probably not. But he was a human being and they had just been engaged. All the plans they had, came flooding back like a river through her still aching heart.
What would her mother say? What would she do? She wished she were around to give her advice. One thing her mother always said was that real life could be good, bad and ugly. Her own father had put her mother through the ringer, and she had forgiven him more than once for his infidelities.
"Can I come in for coffee?" He said as his eyes glossed over.
This was real life. Her real life. Maybe Damon was just a fantasy. Real enough, but just a fleeting moment in her life. She wanted to be logical.
Maybe he deserved a second chance?
Ella's shoulders slumped slightly as she caved, "Sure. I'll make us a pot."