With a flick of her wrist, Ella extinguished the match and smiled at Mark. He turned the flashlight on his phone off and they were lit only by the glow of the candles sitting on the water tank of his toilet. The power had gone out in a thunderstorm, which interrupted Ella from an ultimately fruitless writing session. She didn't like forcing herself to write, but she'd made herself a goal to write as much as possible in case she stumbled on something she could make into a song, if only to get her "friend" to stop asking about it.
Mark took off his boxers and carefully lowered himself into the empty tub. Curious, Ella raised her eyebrow.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He shrugged and muttered, "I thought maybe, since we have candles lit...you know..."
Ella laughed briefly but heartily. With a smirk, she took off all but one item of clothing. When she was down to nothing but her dark hair, her pale skin, and her panties, she stepped into the tub and faced away from him. Mark pressed his legs to either side of the tub so she had a spot on which to stand. Even with the scant amount of candlelight provided, Ella's ass looked heavenly. She stuck it out towards him as she bent over to remove her panties in glacially slow movements. She didn't need to look at him to know his eyes were transfixed squarely on her plump butt cheeks and the hot, wet pussy he'd filled so thoroughly well.
Ella added the removed panties to her pile of clothes on the bath mat. She turned around, took one amused look at Mark's awestruck face, and lowered herself onto him. She gave him a gentle but passionate kiss; one of his hands rested in her hair while the other couldn't decide where on her body to go. His dick twitched enthusiastically against her thigh, undoubtedly ready to give Ella more well-deserved loads of jizz. He parted reluctantly with her soft, magnetic lips, and they both giggled innocently.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"Thank you," Ella replied. "You're adorable."
Mark's dick twitched again. He cleared his throat and attempted to speak, but Ella spoke first in an inquiring voice.
"Is something troubling you?"
He hesitantly nodded and muttered, "I-I don't want to be the guy who gets Lorde pregnant when she doesn't want to be."
"I take the pill, you know," she assured him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't want to presume."
Ella rubbed his chest, "Think about it. If that were an issue, would I have let you fuck me at all?"
He pondered for a few moments before asking, "So, uh...am I...am I that good?"
She confirmed, "You're perfect."
His cock twitched like mad at those words. She giggled and slowly dragged her hand down to greet it. Once she had a hold of his staff, he nearly forgot how to breathe. Even in the dim candlelight, her eyes shone and left virtually every part of his body paralyzed.
"Does the good boy wanna play?" she cooed.
Out of nowhere, the words "I love you" spilled out of Mark's mouth. His first instinct was to feel embarrassment, but he had to remind himself that he was far beyond the point of no return, so to speak. They had already had sex; it would've been more awkward if he didn't tell her how he felt.
Ella kissed him on the cheek but didn't reply. She simply sat up and bit her lip as she gently inserted his excited member into her comforting warmth. The unparalleled sensation of her inner walls made Mark gasp for air. Her beautiful face and impeccable figure clothed only in candlelight took his breath away. Ella slowly threw her head back and moaned in pleasure, enjoying the experience as much as he did.
Wanting to please her as much as he could, Mark took his hand and dragged it down over her stomach in a straight line towards her clit. Once his hand made contact, he proceeded to gently massage her clit with his thumb. Ella's beautiful moaning was all the positive feedback he needed, though he reacted more strongly to her riding his cock. The intensity of his emotions made Mark want to shout her name, but the intimacy of the moment kept him restrained and all he could manage was a whisper of "Ella..."
She smiled, biting her lip before letting out a sudden gasp of air.
"Fuck...," she exclaimed, "that feels so good."
Mark inquired, "You want it harder?"
"No, keep rubbing it just like that."
He nodded, then reached his free hand around to grab her fat butt.
Ella giggled, "Can't help yourself, can you?"
Mark didn't reply, feeling he didn't need to. She made no secret of the fact that she found his adoration for her ass adorably charming.
"Don't grab it too hard," she said playfully, "you might blow too quickly."
He was about to remove his hand entirely, but she took his hand and put it back on her butt cheek.
"I didn't say take it off."
Mark apologized. He then silently savored her soft, smooth flesh in his fingertips. His thumb on her clit made her pussy even wetter, which in turn made his erect cock twitch with excitement. Ella tried in slow, deliberate motions to feel every part of his member and get it as deep inside of her as possible. Each time she came back down to the bottom of his shaft, Mark would delicately thrust upwards. Mark couldn't bring himself to use a lot of force on Ella, but fortunately for him, it was rather easy to get her to reach climax.
After a few minutes, she told Mark she was about to cum. He took his hands and held her by her waist before thrusting with slightly more vigor. The singer's moans became louder and rapidly louder with each passing second, her soaking wet slit overflowing with colorless fluid. Eventually, the climactic moment arrived. Ella's vaginal walls contracted around his erection and fluid exploded over every portion of it. She threw her head back to let out the first scream or two, but then looked back down at Mark and giggled. She couldn't help loving his excitable member and semi-confident smile.
Ella then made a sudden exclamatory noise, sat back against the opposite end of the tub and told Mark to get his phone.
"Write something down for me," she spoke with urgency.
Mark was confused, but did what Ella said. He retrieved his phone from his pants pocket, opened a notepad app and looked up at her to await further instructions. She recited some lyrics in between gasps of air for him to write down. Mark felt beyond privileged to be a part of his favorite artist's songwriting process, so much so that he almost forgot he was in the middle of having sex with her. He sought to transcribe her words fast enough that she didn't need to repeat them but not so fast that it resulted in any spelling errors. Once he had written everything down, he looked back up at her and asked how she came up with the lyrics.
Ella chuckled and said, "I thought of them just now. Post-orgasm clarity, I guess."
Mark examined her body as she rested. Her dark hair stuck to the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her delectable breasts and hardened nipples rose and fell with her every breath, and her pussy - in its red, wet and swollen beauty - beckoned for more. He gently tossed his phone onto his pants, his shaft still hard as nails. While his head was turned, Ella leaned forward and gave his penis a delicate lick of her tongue. Most of his body stayed completely still, his twitching cock making the only movement. Ella couldn't help giggling at the look on his face. She gave him a more thorough lick before she got up and turned around 180 degrees. She sat back down on his lap with her big, round ass facing him.
"You know this'll just turn out like last time," he cautioned nervously.
