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Love at First Fright

Book by Nadia El-Fassi · 22 quotes · Adult Romance, Cocktease, Cunnilingus

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“Can you forgive me, sweet boy? For that night?" Hank tilted his head to the side again, and seemed to reply by giving Ellis's hand a sloppy lick. "Thank you, Hank. I know you can't understand, but you saved me. Again and again, just by being there. My life was fuller because of you. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. And I love you, so much." He patted the air softly. "You can go now, sweet boy." Hank stilled, as if Ellis's words were settling over him. Rosemary felt the air around them swell and for a second the world grew soft and permeable. She heard a raspy bark, as if down a long echo, and Hank dissolved into moonlight.”

“It depends on if I like the drink." He flashed her a grin. "You'll like it. Soft or hard?" Rosemary's brain went straight to the gutter. "Hard, please." Ellis pulled out a bottle of dark spiced rum, lemon juice, and a smaller curved bottle of maple syrup. He measured out the shots, filled the shaker with ice, and, with a firm smack, pushed the glass and shaker together. She watched, a little transfixed, as Ellis shook the liquid back and forth, his forearms flexing, before he dislodged the two pieces and sifted the cocktail into an elegant coupe glass. Ellis handed her the glass. "Tell me what you think." The liquid was a deep golden color. Rosemary took a small sip; the spiciness of the rum hit her first, an exquisite burning down her throat. And then the sweet smokiness of the maple syrup. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her skull because damn, this was delicious. "Fuck me," she moaned, immediately realizing the words that had just come out of her mouth. She wondered what point in this conversation might be a good time to crawl into a ball and die.”

“And I get to decide when you come." Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once. "Fuck!" Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging. "Does that all sound good to you, love?" Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face. She nodded, even as she was slick with need. "Good," Ellis smiled, before slanting his lips against hers once more.”

“You're fucking soaked, love." "Sorry." "Don't apologize. I love it. I love that I can do this to you." Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel. "All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn't it, sweetheart? Imagining what I'm going to do to you?" His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumbs continued to stroke her clit. "Mmm, yes," she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat. "You want to come for me, love?" "Please." Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.”

“So this was Rosemary Shaw. The woman who had tried to get him pulled from the movie. She was nothing like Ellis had expected, when he'd imagined their meeting. No, instead, he was faced with a haughty little North American woman who looked like she'd just stepped out of a Pre-Raphaelite painting. Her long wavy copper hair was plaited back, exposing the smooth, pale column of her neck, and her face was framed with cat's-eye glasses that only served to accentuate her piercing gaze. She was young, younger than many of the screenwriters he knew. There was a sunniness about her that spoke of someone who wasn't yet as disillusioned with the industry as he was. Peachy, that's how he'd describe her.”

“And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt. Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis's size was almost too much. "Fuck." Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit. "You're taking me so beautifully," he praised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came. She heard Ellis whispering, "Like that, good girl, come for me," and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down. "You're so beautiful," Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her. "So are you." She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.”

“You want me to watch a load of horror movies while we're staying in a big old house that may very well be haunted?" "Scared, are you?" "No, I don't believe in ghosts, or whatever else." Rosemary stepped closer, an almost imperceptible grin pulling up the corners of her mouth. "You should." "And if I watch them, will that finally make you believe I'm the right choice for your movie?" There she went, looking up at him with those piercing brown eyes again. Deep enough to drown in. "I'll consider it.”

“She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs. There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now. He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick. Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.”

“She'd give him what he needed. Her limbs were jelly as Ellis pivoted her on the bed, looping her thighs over his so she could ride him. "Good girl, ride it, ride my cock," he growled out, his hips punching to meet hers. She wound her arms around his neck, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies as close as possible. The only time Ellis's mouth left hers was when he bent down to suck her nipples, twirling his tongue around them until Rosemary felt the heat building in her core again. She was helpless to avoid it, this onslaught of pleasure. Her thoughts ebbed away, and she wasn't;t sure if she was moaning or whispering or screaming Ellis's name. Every touch rippled into a wave of pleasure, every vicious jerk of his cock inside her, every stroke of his fingers circling her clit had her floating away. It was heady, dizzying. She let herself go, knowing that she was safe, knowing that when this was all over, Ellis would bring her back down to Earth.”

“I think the animals we love always love us back unconditionally. Forever." Rosemary was looking down at his feet, a soft smile on her face. "You really believe that?" She met his gaze. "I do." Just then, Rosemary crouched down and picked up a smooth, flat stone with a hole that went straight through it. "Huh." She held it up to her eye. "Don't tell me you have a secret rock collection, too?" he smirked. "No, I've just been looking for one like this. It feels... rather serendipitous.”

“Need to taste you." Ellis lifted her up, his hands branding her thighs, and placed her down on the armchair, kneeling before her. He slicked kisses down her stomach, down the apex of her thighs. Rosemary let out a needy sob when he blew softly on the wet seam of her pussy, making her writhe. The way he looked up at her, her legs wound around him, was almost enough to make her come apart. His eyes didn't leave hers as he sucked on the pearl of her clit, his tongue driving into the heat of her cunt. Rosemary moaned, her fingers tangling in Ellis's hair, holding him in place. "Be a good girl and come on my tongue," he ordered, and with growing pace he fucked her with his fingers, too, arching inside her, pressing down on that perfect spot. Rosemary cried out, hoping that the closed door would muffle her voice as she bucked, seeing stars, riding Ellis's face and tongue until her orgasm abated.”

“She looped her fingers around his belt buckle, arching into him, grinding her pussy against the hard press of his erection. "Fuck," Ellis moaned. Open my belt, love." She did as she was told, relishing the command. Ellis pressed his forehead to hers, and they both looked down between the space between them, watching hungrily as Rosemary unbuckled Ellis's belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock free. It was heavy and thick in her hands, and Rosemary shivered with pleasure as she gave him a couple of short, firm strokes, Ellis biting his teeth down into her shoulder, punching his hips forwards automatically to meet her strokes. "You're so good for me, Rosemary," he whispered in her ear.”

“Now," he huffed, the heat of his breath against her pussy near enough to drive her insane, "you're going to ride my face and you come." His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass firmly, bringing her down to him. "What if I crush you?" she asked. "You won't. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, Rosemary." Ellis looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils blown wide, a grin on his face. Then he pulled her to him. The first suck of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure right through her. "Fuck," Rosemary hissed, as Ellis lapped at her centre, using his hands to move her, showing her how to grind against him. She was shy at first, but that soon faded, with every firm lick on her cunt, every kiss Ellis planted on her clit. He seemed to be taking just as much pleasure from this as she did, groaning as she writhed against his lips. She loved watching him lose control; she wanted to be the one to elicit this reaction from him. Rosemary let herself go, grinding into the heat of Ellis's mouth, seeing stars as the orgasm crashed through her.”

“Although she didn't have Dina's magical ability to imbibe food and drink with magical comfort, she still loved the process of baking. Measuring out the dry and wet ingredients, pouring it all in the baking tray, and crouching by the oven every now and again to make sure it was rising as expected. While she waited for the pie to bake, Rosemary noted a few ideas down for the early scenes of the script adaptation of Julia, which was coming along nicely. The room was filled with the scent of nutmeg, cinnamon, and caramelized pecans that she would use as a topping, as well as the buttery, fruity scent of the pie itself.”