Perseverance

Chapter Twenty Seven ~ May

"And that, is why it's more important to focus on a woman's pussy instead of her tits," Ellis finishes as I glare up at him.

"You're so fucking stupid."

"What?" He shrugs as we walk down the dark road. "It's worked for me this long."

"You should pay attention to every part of a woman's body." I scoff, and he nods.

"Of course, but if it's a quickie then the lower area is the part that'll give me most satisfaction."

"While you're with me, I'm afraid it had better be my satisfaction at the top of your list," I counter and he grins.

"Absolutely," he agrees. "You're a completely different specie of woman."

"I'm what?"

"Far superior." He grins. "You deserve to sample my sexual prowess."

"Gee, thanks." I roll my eyes. "You're certainly making me wait long enough for it."

"And tell me it isn't working," he replies, reaching out and latching his hands around my waist. He drags my body against his, not allowing me time to resist before my breasts are flat against his torso. They are almost breaking free from the cleavage-displaying tight, pink top I wore for our dinner date this evening. I gasp slightly at the sudden movement, the sharp breath causing my chest to move more than usual. The lack of space between us only accentuates how big my assets are, the deep breaths making them rise and fall harshly. Ellis' eyes drift from my face and down lower as his grip on my back tightens.

The lustful look in his eyes stirs something inside me, the god damn butterflies waking up deep in my lower abdomen. Ever since we've started engaging in somewhat sexual activity I've gone off everything else, even my own freaking fingers. Absolutely nothing compares to the pleasure that courses through me from his lips on mine, the ecstasy that begins to build when his hands roam my body. It's fucking ridiculous.

"Told you-" I cut him off by pressing my mouth to his, leaning up on my tiptoes and wrapping a hand around his bare neck, gripping on tightly, afraid that if I let go he'll shove me away. Luckily, I still have expertise on my side, and Ellis doesn't push back, instead moving his head closer to mine, tongue swiping against my upper lip before his teeth lightly graze my lower one. Legs nearly buckling on the spot, I return the favor, fighting fire with fire, biting down on his harder than he did with mine.

Too soon I pull back, letting go of him and pushing away from his arms. "It's not working," I tell him, and he furrows his eyebrows.

"How?"

"Because waiting isn't giving me a pleasurable experience. It doesn't satisfy the fucking need between my legs which aches every fucking day," I reply. "All waiting does is drive me up the wall with sexual frustration."

He shrugs. "Maybe that's the point."

"Well, I don't like this game," I say, and he laughs, reaching over and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, dragging me against him as we continue to walk down the street.

"I can't say it's easy for me either," he admits, and I raise an eyebrow, surprised.

"Then why don't we just give in?" I suggest, smiling angelically up at him. Come on, Ellis! Give the fuck in!

"Because this will all be worth it in the end," he says, not even looking down at my grin. I grimace, head dropping slightly. Damn it.

We fall into a somewhat comfortable silence as we walk down the street towards his apartment, my heels the only sound on the hard ground. The area is pretty quiet for a Saturday night, us having left the bars behind a block ago, both our apartments in the quieter part of the city.