11. Author Intimacy

He looked like he's aroused right?
Jacqueline said to always look calm, smile a little, and maintain eye contact.

Oh my, I'm half-naked in front of my honey bun bun.

Is he staring at my love handle?
Wait...is it still a love handle when there's no love between us?

Really? Ella, just call it a muffin top already, and focus on the hot author!

My mind was calculating my moves, I was trying to keep eye contact, miserably failed when he pulled me to his lap and put his glasses onto the side table.

Oh, my gawddddd...

His hands were to my ass while pulling me closer for his deep sexy kisses.

Oh crap! his hands are on my ass!!

At least he's not holding onto your muffin top!

Ughh... he's squeezing my ass cheeks!

I let out the weirdest sound making him grunt and kissed me deeper. He was holding me close, moving me slowly, letting me feel his impressive bulge.

My hands clumsily trying to unbutton his shirt, while my heart was beating so fast, feeling like it could explode at any given moment.

This is it, Ella, this is your moment!

What moment is that?

I can't believe you're talking to yourself while kissing and sitting on his lap.

Yeah, Ella! you should smack yourself on the head.

It was very confusing, I was feeling as if I have two Ellas, one on the right and another on the left, both were whispering thoughts into my already nervous mind.

"Ella, baby..." he moaned when I grind him just like Jacqueline told me to.

Moaned! he freaking moan my name!

And he called me, baby!!

I know Ella! now onto the next to-do list!

Uh? to do list?

From your porn education with Jacqueline earlier??

Focus Ella!

Shirt, take off his shirt, and award your eyes with his naked chest!

Right, buttons, shirt! off!

I did not expect him to help me with his shirt, but he did, and there it was, the perfect chest of Brice Durant. And as if angels were singing in the background, I was entranced when I saw his perfect manscaped chest.

My hands were trailing to his perfect hard pecs, memorizing him with my touch, but my mind quickly derailed when I felt his hand crept up to my back and unclasped my bra. At that moment, I lost the to-do list as his perfect lips latched onto my nipple and his other hand was to my other side playing it sensually.

"Brice..."

Honey bun bun...
Oh gawwwddd...

My hands were to the back of his head when I arched my back, shamelessly wanting more of his kisses on my tits.

Shame on you Ella!

But he feels so good!

I let out a little shriek when he got up from his seat, not letting me go, and keeping his stronghold on me.

"Brice,"

"Let's take this to my bedroom."

I should do the chicken dance, cry from joy, grinned so wide that I cracked my cheeks.

But I was freaking scared that I was too heavy for him, that he would drop me, and that I'd have a concussion. And then I need to be brought to the hospital only to find out that I was having a freakishly long dream about my honey bun bun.

God, if you're listening, I know we haven't talked in...years, but can I ask you one thing?

Please, don't let him drop me.

And for once, I feel like he heard me when Brice managed to carry me safely to his bedroom, which portrayed the words a thousand shades of grey. Literally.

His room was just plain grey everywhere and the painter artist in me couldn't help but to look around the moment my feet touches the lush dark grey carpet.

"What's with the grey?" I walked around his room with my arms crossed on top of my chest covering my naked boobies.

"It's calming? my interior designer is the one doing this," he smirked looking extra spicy, half-naked, with lips a bit swollen from our kiss.

"Even your console table decorations are grey, all different shades but still grey."

He was to my back, kissing my naked shoulder, whispering in my ear about how beautiful the tats were on my back. All while his hand slithered to my front, slipped his hand, and pleasure me with his fingers.

And that's when I feel him smirked when I started moaning and forgetting about the grey stuff in his bedroom. I was letting him kiss the crook of my neck while his other hand caresses my nipples and his fingers pinched them.

Damn, he writes with those fingers.

"Come to my bed, we will take it slow."

It was like he's reading my mind when I followed him and lay on his bed. Yep, his bed with another lighter shade of grey.

We were back to kissing, then he traces down until his lips were on my nipples. I was preoccupied with my moans and didn't realize that he was naked to his boxers until he was on top of me.

"We don't have to do it tonight."

"No, it's okay I want to."

"Ssh...let me just," he took off my wet panties and slide his fingers easily.

"Part your legs for me, baby."

Baby! he calls me with that name again!

My thoughts were finally blank when he looked deeply into my eyes. His forearms were holding his weight, he was on top of me while caging me with his body.

"I'm going to kiss you, please you, over and over again, then I'm going to..."

Make me climax
With his tongue...

I've read his smuts.
I could only dream of his smut.

My moans were louder, I was getting desperate to reach my high.

Oh my...this is really happening!

"Brice..." I've arched my back when I was closing into my climax, my hands grasp the sheets. I was welcoming his kisses, our tongues tied, my hands were to his back holding him close. We were breathing heavily until I was about to climax and he abruptly moves down and started licking me.

I was moaning again, my legs were to his back while his hands were on my thighs keeping me still for his kisses and I was back to grasping the sheets.

"So close... Brice, please..."

He was sensually rubbing my thighs and took me so much closer to my orgasm until I finally climaxed and he silenced me with his lazy kisses.

I love you...

I shed a tear, I never dreamt that I would have climaxed from his kisses. But he holds me close, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

The sexy author was calming me down until he rests to my side and pulled me on top of him.

"You're so lovely, Ella, beautiful," his hand was to my loose hair and tucked them back behind my ear.

He was taking me down to kiss him and taste myself, the act must've made him hornier that I can feel his length twitched under me.

And to that knowledge, I trace my kisses down to his neck, his throat, and his chest. I even licked and kiss his nipples, where he groaned and whispered my name sexily.

I was getting bolder and going lower, pulling his boxers down before I lose the nerve and lost my one chance of seeing my honey bun bun in his birthday suit.

"Ella, baby, you don't have to...oh, fuck!"

I was tasting his precum and saw him looking down on me, but then closed his eyes and cursed louder when I started licking and his tip, sucking him slowly. Extremely slow.

It was his turn to grasps the sheets and I was even more eager to please him. I was remembering the porn and started jerking him off while licking and sucking his dick.

"I'm going to come, enough, Ella..."

"Baby, slow down..."

But I didn't stop, not until he pulled back and let his cum smeared onto his chest.

I thought I was doing it wrong that he didn't like it, but he took me into his embrace and saying his thank you...

"Why didn't you want to..."

"There's always next time, Ella." He put my cheek onto his chest and I could feel him relaxing under me.

"Oh..."

I was disappointed in myself, thinking that he didn't want me as much...

"Ella, I like you, maybe a bit too much and I want you to be comfortable before we take it further."

"Right, no, that's true...maybe I should..."

Stupid, Ella.
Slow the fuck down.
This is so embarrassing...

"Ella?"

"It's late, maybe I should..."

I was agitated, I shouldn't get up, I should follow his lead. But I was a nervous wreck that I didn't realize I got up until my feet feel the soft grey carpeting on his floor.

Fucking shades of grey!!