Riding Ellie's strap
Your thighs burn from the effort, but the ache only sharpens the heat pooling low in your belly as you sink down onto Ellie's strap, inch by thick inch. The silicone stretches you wide, filling your pussy with that unyielding pressure that makes your breath hitch and your fingers dig into her shoulders. She's sprawled back against the pillows, green eyes half-lidded and locked on where your bodies meet, her hands steady on your hips- guiding, not forcing, her touch firm but tender like she's savoring every quiver of your body.
"That's it, baby," Ellie murmurs, voice rough around the edge of your thighs burn from the effort, but the ache only sharpens the heat pooling low in your belly as you sink down onto Ellie's strap, inch by thick inch. The silicone stretches you wide, filling your pussy with that unyielding pressure that makes your breath hitch and your fingers dig into her shoulders. She's sprawled back against the pillows, green eyes half-lidded and locked on where your bodies meet, her hands steady on your hips- guiding, not forcing, her touch firm but tender like she's savoring every quiver of your body laced with that quiet command that sends shivers racing down your spine. Her thumbs trace lazy circles over your hipbones, urging you deeper as you bottom out, your clit grinding against the base of the harness. The friction sparks hot-white pleasure, and you can't help the soft whimper that escapes your lips. "Ride me just like that. Fuck, you look so good taking it all."
You nod, breathless, your hands sliding up to tangle in her messy brown hair, pulling her closer as you start to move. Up and down, slow at first, savoring the drag of the strap against your inner walls, the way it hits that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur. Ellie's breath fans hot against your neck, her lips brushing your skin in feather-light kisses that contrast the raw fullness between your legs. She's not rushing you—never does—but her grip tightens just enough to remind you who's in control, her fingers pressing into your flesh like she owns every inch of you.
"Ellie," you gasp, picking up the pace, your hips rolling in a rhythm that's all instinct now. The slick sounds of your pussy sliding over the strap fill the room, obscene and intoxicating, mixing with the creak of the bed and your shared pants. Sweat beads on your skin, trickling down your back, and you feel her abs flex under your palms as she shifts slightly, thrusting up to meet you halfway. It's subtle, that soft dominance of hers—letting you set the speed but always there, pushing you higher.
She chuckles low, the sound vibrating through her chest and into yours where your breasts press against her. One hand leaves your hip to cup your face, tilting it so she can capture your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth, slow and devouring. "You're doing so fucking well," she whispers against your lips when she pulls back, her eyes dark with hunger. "My good girl, bouncing on my cock like you were made for it. Can feel you clenching already—gonna cum for me soon?"
The words hit like a spark to dry tinder, your walls fluttering around the strap as you grind down harder, chasing that building coil in your core. Your nails rake lightly over her scalp, earning a hiss from her that makes you clench tighter. "Yes—please, Ellie, I need..." You trail off into a moan, head falling back as the pleasure crests, your thighs trembling with the effort to keep moving.
"I've got you," she promises, voice steady even as her free hand slips between you, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. She circles it gently at first, then firmer, matching the snap of your hips. The dual sensation—her strap buried deep, her touch coaxing you over the edge—it's too much, and you shatter with a cry, pussy spasming around the toy as waves of ecstasy crash through you. Ellie doesn't stop, murmuring praises through it all, her lips on your throat, holding you steady as you ride out the high.
When you finally slump against her, spent and shaking, she wraps both arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Perfect," she breathes, still buried inside you, like she has no intention of letting go anytime soon.
