#ellie request

“it’s called admiring and i kinda have the right to do that now.”

slowly, you peeled your eyes open meeting ellie’s heavy gaze. her short auburn hair fell beautifully on her face splaying across her cheeks. through them you saw slivers of light pink color splotches on her face.

you brushed the hair out of her face as ellie’s hands trailed up the small of your back, drawing light shapes onto skin.

“you know, we still have the whole day to ourselves…” ellie whispered, her right hand slowly crawling the backside of your thigh.

“i do.”

she smirked, “then we should make the most of it.”

her soft touch on your upper thigh now turned into a firm grasp as she cupped the skin in her palm, bringing you closer to her warm body. your nose brushed over hers, closing the gap between the two of you.

ellie shifted so that she was on top of you pressing down against your body, desperately. the slow sensual kiss quickly turned more passionate and aggressive as you slipped your tongue over hers. her calloused hands made their way down your body hungrily caressing each and every part.

you went to deepen the kiss when a loud growl escaped from your stomach— and then ellie’s.

“but first breakfast.”

ellie began, “but—“

“after.”

hesitantly she rolled off your body watching you reach for your robe before heading into the kitchen.

“so what’ll it be, pancakes or waffles?”

you sauntered into the kitchen as ellie trailed behind pouting.

“pancakes,” she mumbled, taking a seat on the opposite side of the counter.

despite the obnoxious growls of hunger coming from her stomach ellie couldn’t be bothered. she silently watched as you placed the materials on the counter, the silk robe just barely covering your body. the belt was loosely tied causing one side of it to slip revealing just a portion of your shoulder but that was enough to set ellie off.

the sunlight escaping through the curtains perfectly hit your skin, making it seem as if you were glowing and her gaze quickly became blurred with arousal. she watched as you mixed the ingredients, the sleeve sliding down even further igniting a fire within her.

she got up from her seat walking over to your side of the wooden counter but you hadn’t noticed. you poured the mix into the pan when you felt a long set of arms wrap around your waist.

“thought we agreed to wait till after breakfast…” ellie’s breath began to fan you as she needily nipped at your neck.

“you agreed to that,” she purred, pressing you up against the counter with her own body weight.

you quickly became distracted as ellie began to kiss up and down your neck targeting your most sensitive spots. instinctively you clutched onto ellie, dropping the bowl of pancake mix into the counter.

“wait el, just give me a sec they’ll burn if i don’t—fuck.”

her hand slid under your robe, lightly brushing over your clit as she pressed her body closer to you.

“turn around.”

without hesitation you slipped the rope off, whipping back around. a forceful push of ellie’s hand bent you over the counter, giving her the perfect view of your dripping pussy. she sunk down to her knees spitting into your core, deriving her own pleasure from seeing you splayed out like this.

“god, this’ll never get old.”

slowly she sunk her tongue into your walls licking up and down, paying extra attention to your clit. she hummed as your taste lingered on her tongue the longer she remained there, hungrily lapping up your wetness.

“fuck, yes— more please,” you cried.

her tongue sent a wave of pleasure, your body causing your legs to shake against the wood. you clutched onto the edges of the table, your nails scraping them as you fought to contain yourself.

ellie wrapped her warm mouth around your clit, sliding one digit into your pussy. she craned her finger upwards pressing up to meet your g-spot.

“how does that feel?” she teased with an almost taunting tone that sent you over the edge.

“so—so good, ellie.”

she trailed her tongue up and down your arousal sinking it further into you as you hungrily wrapped around her finger, ellie couldn’t get enough of the sight. she slipped another finger in, and then another, and then another, until she only had her thumb left.

rapidly you became a moaning mess, white hot fire and gushes of pleasure surge through your body from your pussy. you could hardly think straight and your vision was beyond blurred with tears clouding them. you jerked forward, the pleasure becoming almost too much as ellie brought you to a high.

“don’t run, baby, take it.” her pace sped up and she tasted you with much more intent and purpose.

she wanted you to see stars.

“fuck ellie— i’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

you squeezed your legs together as massive waves of euphoria shot through your body leaving you almost paralyzed on the table. ellie arose from your legs with a smug look and idea, observing you bent over the counter.

she lifted you up onto the table and then herself before laying flat on her back, spreading her legs just a bit to make enough room for you.

“come here.”

weakly, you crawled over to her, settling in between her legs so that your core was right over hers.

“move.” she demanded, leaning back to watch you take the lead.

she propped herself up on her elbows, moaning at the feeling of your wet pussy pressed against hers. you started off slow still reeling from your first orgasm but that wasn’t enough for ellie.

“you can give me more than that.”

she smirked causing your pace to falter. your cheeks began to heat up and under close gaze, she refused to take her eyes off of you. she wanted you to work for it.you placed your hands on either side of ellie, snapping your hips up against her.

“shit.” she gasped, her eyes rolling further back into her head.

you took the opportunity to move faster rubbing your clit perfectly against ellie’s sensitive one. crude sounds of your moans mixed with ellie’s escaped into the room, a pleasure built inside both of you. desperate for more, ellie hitched her hips upwards meeting you halfway as you moved against her.

“just like that baby— fuck, faster.”

you began to move as one chasing after your orgasms. beads of sweat formed around ellie’s hair plastering it to her face. the sight left you craving for more despite the sensitivity lingering behind.

ellie leaned upwards so that your bodies were leveled with one another. she cupped your face in her hands sloppily kissing you. she clutched onto your back taking the lead as she moved her pussy fiercely.

“ellie— i can’t i’m gonna—“

she whimpered back, ”me too.”

your voice becomes caught as you cling onto ellie. soft praises fell from her lips as you reached the brink of pleasure taking her along with you. waves pulsed through your body leaving you speechless and sweaty. ellie left breathless kisses on your neck before rolling onto her back.

the two of you laid there speechless allowing your senses to slowly find their way back to you. feeling from the marriage ceremony began to creep back in, this was who you chose to spend the rest of your life with. and your heart began to swell at the thought, a gleeful spreading across your lips.

ellie turned over to you, trailing her thumb across the side of your face as she left a small kiss on your temple.

“y/n?” she asked.

“yea?”

“what was that line the marriage officiant said about marriage? something about sickness and health.”

“in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” you recited, the fond memory still seared into your brain.

“yeah that, i love you till death does us part.”

“i love you too, but why are you bringing that up now?” you faltered, looking at her with a furrowed brow.

“because the pancakes are on fire.”

you hoped off of the counter quickly noticing the cloud of black smoke surrounding the stove and the burnt smell filling the entire house. you shut the stove off throwing the now black pan into the sink dousing it with water.

ellie then slid off the counter, ambling along the wood as she wrapped you in her arms, burying her face in your neck.

you took one glance at the mess plaguing your kitchen before looking back at ellie, playfully throwing your hands up in defeat.

she sat with her legs slightly parted on the opposite side of the oak brown easel. her jeans were a deeper rugged blue that fit snugly around her legs, outlining each muscle. she wore a brown button down that sat loosely on her upper body, underneath it a white tank top that exposed her collarbones.

it was nothing special per say but nevertheless it caused a fervent heat to cloud your thoughts. rather than focusing on the proper posing you allowed your mind to linger, with ellie becoming the center of the fantasy.

she swept her short auburn hair behind her ears, drawing your attention to hundreds of dots speckled across her face. her cheeks were slightly flushed, mainly from the heat that seemed to intensify the longer you remained there. her brows furrowed, lowering her eyes into narrow slits and you were sure she could feel the budding heat too. 

“you’re doing great y/n, just hold that pose for a little bit longer.”

ellie looked over again, this time landing on your chest. she held her gaze there, a bit longer than normal. a deep warmth began to buzz behind your cheeks, resulting in you nearly breathless. within a mere second her eyes were back on the canvas, leaving you with an aching desire for her. 

you cleared your throat, drawing her attention away from the portrait. 

“ellie?”

“yeah, what’s up?” she asked. 

the warmth plaguing the room sharpened to a sweltering heat that made your clothes cling to your skin, like they were trapping you. without a second thought you reached for your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it but maintaining ellie’s gaze. 

“it’s so hot, you wouldn’t mind right?” 

you slid the shirt over your arms, her eyes following along. there was so much more that she hadn’t covered in the painting, parts of your body that were hidden by the clothing, yet she wanted to capture every piece. 

she stammered, “no— i wouldn’t, it’s just the portrait-”

“what about it?” 

a cunning smirk spread across your face as ellie’s face reddened— and you didn’t stop there. immediately you reached for your bra, tossing it to the side to reveal your bare chest. ellie was caught in complete awe. sweat loosened her grip to the brush causing it to fall onto floor. 

“i started it with your clothes on…i can’t finish if they aren’t.”

it sounded more like a question than an outright statement. despite her words the last thing ellie wanted was for you to stop. quickly, she noticed your hand creeping towards your jeans, sliding them down your legs and any remnants of hesitation began to diminish.

“i guess we’ll just have to make it work then,” you grinned, allowing the fabric to fall beneath your knees. 

abashed, ellie’s eyes darted back over to canvas as a battle with her own pleasure stirred between her legs. she tried to remember the image of you fully clothed but all she thought about was the one of you nearly naked. she couldn’t help but look back over as you played with your underwear, the only piece of clothing still present on your body. 

“how’s it going?” you purred.

“good—“

you began sauntering over to her, toying with the hem of your panties until you were right in front of her. breathing became a foreign concept to ellie. she couldn’t think, let alone finish the painting with the sight of you so exposed in front of her. 

you sat dangerously close to her, admiring the unfinished portrait. a small smile spread across your lips as you placed a hand on ellie’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. she could feel your breath fan the lobe of her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to rise. 

“you really do work miracles, williams,” you whispered, breathily.

she couldn’t tell if you were talking about the painting or the insatiable desire brewing at the forefront of both of your minds. regardless she couldn’t resist much longer.

“it’s easy with the right muse.”

she dropped the brush from her fingers trailing them down the small of your back until she reached your underwear. the distance between the two of you was practically non-existent. your lips tentatively traced her neck not fully allowing them to touch just yet. 

“y/n.”

her voice was stern, and almost threatening. it sent a wave of pleasure to your core but hesitantly, you stopped. 

“is this what you want?”

self restraint was a virtue that ellie was merely clinging to. she wanted nothing more than to touch you, but she couldn’t, not yet. 

“more than anything.”

ellie didn’t move. she knew what you wanted but she had to hear you say it. by the second you grew even more needy, desperately pressing your body against her for some sort of release. 

“ellie please….” you whined, the pleasure becoming almost tortuous, causing her ego to triple at the sight. 

“what do you want, tell me.”

her tone lowered as did her gaze as she focused on you. she could feel you writhing at her side, it awakened something in her, and at the moment you knew as well. 

“i need you to touch me.”

this was ellie’s green light. she cupped your face in her calloused hands, ardently kissing you. she pushed her weight against you, causing the both of you to fall back onto the bed. her hands traveled down to your legs quickly sliding off the piece of fabric that separated you.

the feeling of your bare skin against her was heaven. she couldn’t help but continue to roam it, touching every crevice as if it were the last time. 

“mmh.. you feel so good,” she moaned, moving towards your neck. 

she teasingly slid her tongue over the vein, feverishly sucking it on it. you could hardly produce a sentence as ellie attacked the most vulnerable and sensitive parts of your neck. her weight kept you pressed against the mattress and it only forced the heat to grow stronger. 

her mouth reached your exposed tits, taking one nipple into her mouth. she looked up at you, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh before moving onto the next. your hands shot up, sinking them into her disheveled hair. 

“more….more, please.”

she kept her mouth on your chest, drawing her hands down even further towards your wet pussy, dripping with need. releasing her mouth from your overstimulated nipple with a pop, ellie spat onto her finger tips. the pad of her index finger made contact first, gently rubbing on your clit. 

“shit—“ you gasped, clutching onto her arms.

“so fucking needy…”

she applied more pressure to your clit, moving back to your neck. the pleasure simmered from all angles of your body, leaving you a moaning mess in ellie’s hold. the only thing occupying space in your mind was her and the sinful things she could do to you.

“look at you…so desperate for me. you could’ve asked sooner.”

filthy words fell from her pink lips, some were praises and others unrepeatable. the blood rushed straight to groin as ellie slipped a digit in, catapulting you into a splintering high. your vision became clouded by black spots as she curved her finger, searching for the sensitive spongy flesh. 

“you’re gonna cum for me? all over my fingers?”

“yes, yes— i’m so close,” you whimpered, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes.

the sight of you unraveling brought ellie her own pleasure, fueling her to slip yet another finger into your wet core. she adored the way you clamped around her fingers, offering her no escape, the warmth was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

within a matter of seconds you reached your first high, writhing underneath ellie. waves of pleasure traveled through your body leaving you paralyzed as she lifted her body from yours, placing a soft kiss on your temple. she stepped away, leaving you cold and still reeling from the orgasm. 

when she returned she was nearly naked aside from the harness wrapped securely around her pelvis. once again a familiar ache found its way back to your pussy, but this time it was hungrier.

“if i could paint you like this, i would,” she smirked, admiring your weakened state before joining you back on the bed. 

it was only the beginning. 

“one more? think you could take that?” ellie teased, her tone nearly mocking you, and it only fueled you to prove her wrong.

you leaned forward grabbing hold of silicone, pressing the tip against your overstimulated clit. the contact was cold and sent an addictive chill through your body. you held it there, allowing yourself a bit of fun before she took control again. 

“fuck….”

the tip became coated in your wetness, sparking an almost primal urge in ellie. 

“lean back,” she ordered. 

without hesitation you released the strap, giving ellie room to push it into your dripping pussy. she took it, allowing you to feel every inch of it entering cunt. you threw your head back, a string of obscenities escaping from your mouth as she sunk herself in deeper. 

“oh…..” you cried, pressing your eyes closed. desperately you tried to contain yourself but that stupid smirk on ellie’s face had already taken shape.

“too much?”

her movements were slow, taunting at that. she thrusted in until the strap buried inside of you, holding it there until you were a moaning mess. 

you stuttered, “no—no i—“ prying your eyes open, you forced yourself to look at her through a veil of tears. 

it felt heavenly.

her thrusts became more fluid, drawing sharp whines from your lips. with each stroke she brushed against your g-spot just enough to tease you and it was purposeful. 

she brought her hand down, circling your clit with her thumb as the pleasure soared to an intoxicating level. 

“harder ellie— fuck— don’t stop.” you muttered through gritted teeth.

she sped up noticing just how deeply it affected you. each movement sent you over the edge, bringing you just a step closer to another high. however, ellie wanted to take her time, she wanted to remember it, the moans, your cries and just how hot you looked.

“how does it feel?”

“so so good….” you mewled.

she spat down on your already wet pussy adding to the infatuating sensation already consuming you. she fell in love with the way it sunk into you, fitting snugly into your walls. she quickly began fucking you more fervently, slamming her hips into your aching cunt.

leaning down, she kissed you sloppily and with more passion than ever before. you moaned into the kiss, ushering ellie closer with your legs. 

she moved towards your ear, gently nipping at it as she whispered, “i’m gonna make you come so hard.”

your legs shook with each earth shattering stroke. the pleasure was almost unbearable, causing a huge knot within your stomach to form, leaving you begging for a simple release. 

ellie took pride in her efforts, it was evident. the sweat clinging to your skin, the pleas falling from your lips, you were mere moments away from cumming all over her bed and she wanted to savor the moment. 

“just like that baby, come for me, all over me.”

with a few last but deep strokes the white hot pleasure consumed you, leaving you entirely speechless. ellie couldn’t help but stare, this was beauty if she’d ever seen it. she leaned down to kiss you once more, removing the strap from your cunt. you looked over at her, reeling from the remnants of your explosive orgasm. 

she cupped your face in your hands, running them over your sweaty face. this was it. this is what she wanted to capture, she looked back at the blank canvas and then at you when an idea sprang into her mind. 

“leaving me soon?” 

“not for a second, stay like that.” 

she hopped off the bed, picking her brush up from the ground. then she turned her canvas onto the opposite side, presenting a blank white page.

“i wanna paint you like this,” she purred, briefly  running her eyes over you once more. ellie looked as if she was in love, and truly she was. she couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted to create something more. 

millions of potential ideas sparked in her mind the longer that gazed at you and it only fueled her urge to paint. 

“but i look gross…” you muttered.

despite ellie’s enthusiasm you couldn’t fathom why she was so eager to document, especially like that. sweat clung to your skin, leaving you with an almost sticky feel. you could hardly move, courtesy of ellie, so you were trapped in an awkward position. 

“i think you look beautiful…and you are my muse after all,” she grinned, with her eyes beaming directly at you. 

her words sent a gentle buzz of warmth to your cheeks, allowing you to slowly relax as she began a new, more authentic portrait. 

she hummed, “so what do you think?”