It seemed like hours before Penelope finally left. I shut the front door and bounded up the stairs.
I stopped to check in on Molly.
She was sleeping peacefully with her thumb firmly stuck in her mouth. I was tempted to pry it out of her mouth, but the last therapist to see her had said to leave it. She would stop it on her own when she was ready. Besides, she never sucked her thumb during the day. Only at night, in bed.
I shut the door and stepped over to my bedroom, but Ella wasn’t there. I went over to her bedroom and opened the door softly. The curtains were open and the moonlight cast a silver glow on Ella’s face and hair. I edged closer and peered at her face. She wore a peaceful expression and a hint of a smile on her lips.
Ella could only be dreaming sweet dreams. Good people dreamed of good things. Regretfully, I turned away, internally cursing Penelope for ruining my evening. Had she not overstayed her welcome. Or even better, if she’d left us to our evening routine, Ella and I would have slept wrapped up in each other’s arms.
In my own bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and slipped between the cool bed sheets. It would have been selfish of me to wake Ella up. Sleep didn’t come easy, but as I drifted away, I felt a warm body press against my back.
I moaned, feeling sure it was a dream, but enjoying the feeling nonetheless. Until the dream wrapped its slim, soft hand around my cock and stroked it lovingly.
My cock roared to life from the loving attention. I inhaled Ella’s scent before seeing her. My throat thickened as she stroked my rapidly hardening cock. I reached a hand behind me and grasped her thigh. It felt satiny soft. I needed more. I turned to face her. “If this is a dream, I don’t want it to stop,” I murmured as I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close for a kiss.
I kissed her without rushing, tangling my tongue with hers, and nibbling softly on her lower lip. I dipped my head to her neck, kissing and nuzzling her until her moans became interspersed with giggles.
“I should punish you,” I said to her while enjoying the sound of her giggles.
“What for?” she asked lazily, as she stretched luxuriously, her deliciously naked body teasing mine.
“For falling asleep in your own bed. We had a date.” I played with her wonderful nipples as I spoke, palming them with my thumbs and watching them grow with my touch. I loved her sweet nipples.
“I’m here now,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are,” I said and sat up. I tugged at her legs and she slid onto her back. I caressed her inner thighs, going higher and higher. Her scent was intoxicating, a mixture of sex and heaven. Instead of caressing her pussy with my hands, I buried my mouth between her legs.
“Yes,” she gasped.
And I went into starving beast mode. I parted her thighs wide open and teased her slit with long slow licks.
“Fuck Luke!” Ella cried. “I love your tongue.”
I chuckled softly. I would make her love my tongue even more if it was the last thing I did. That way, she wouldn’t go looking for another job. I could just keep her here with me and Molly then we’d spend the rest of our lives pleasuring each other.
“I’m going to make you come hard, my sweet Ella,” I said.
She cried out when I sucked her clit. Hard. I then soothed it with soft licks from my tongue and then went at it again.
“Please, no… yes!”
When Ella’s words stopped making sense, I knew she was close to orgasm. I teased her with feathery flicks of my tongue, then without warning, I pushed my tongue into her pussy and slick wetness gushed out.
“Yes,” Ella cried, raising her hips and burying my tongue deeper into her pussy. She grabbed my head with both hands as her legs shot into the air.
I replaced my tongue with my fingers, and as I pumped my fingers furiously in and out of her pussy, I sucked on her clit.
When she came, she screamed.
“That was out of this world,” Ella said when her trembling subsided. “Now, I need your cock.”
“You’re an insatiable woman,” I growled, arranging myself between her legs.
I slid my cock into her slick wetness easily and groaned as it was enveloped by an envelope of heat and wetness. The pressure built in me to unbearable proportions and I pumped furiously, conscious only of Ella moans of pleasure.
I held on just long enough for Ella to come, then I shot a load of cum into her pussy, a primal grunt escaping my mouth as I came.
Afterwards, Ella lay sprawled on my chest, her mound pressed against my thigh.
I smoothed her hair as we relaxed in the darkness. “Are you still working on your designs?” I asked.
“Yes. I have to draw. It’s like a compulsion,” she said.
It was the same for me. Even though the firm had employed enough architects, so I could just concentrate on the overall direction of the company, I still took on new projects myself. I loved coming up with the concept, drawing it on paper or computer and then liaising with the clients.
Without that, I felt lost. I understood what Ella meant. It also confirmed something I had been playing around with in my mind. I wanted to do something special for her. A small token to show our appreciation for what she had done for us.
She hadn’t just taken care of Molly, she had made us a family. She had helped Molly and I become close. “You told me that your dream was to go to fashion school,” I said.
She turned her head towards me. “You remember. Yes.”
I felt her stare
