Down boy, I think in exasperation. Our first time with Ella is not going to be frantic and rushed in the back of a limo.
Ella pulls away from me then, and I realize she must have been startled by the movement – enough to break out of the haze of lust. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her pupils so dilated that her gold irises are a slender ring around the great black pools. Her skin is flushed bright pink, and her hair disheveled. It’s a nearly irresistible sight, one that makes me want to go back on my earlier decision not to claim her. No other man should ever be allowed to see my Ella in this state.
“Dominic, this isn’t right.” She announces, still trying to catch her breath.
“It feels right to me.” I reply, resisting the urge to look down at her heaving bosom to see if her breasts are
