His skin a combination of smooth and rough with his hair.
His mouth landed on hers, and he rolled them so he was on his back and her on top.
She hadn’t expected this and looked at him with confusion.
“You wanted it, prove it to me,” he said. “Condoms in the drawer.”
Her brows drew together. “You’re not participating?”
He laughed. A rough, reckless sound that washed over her body leaving chills in its wake. “Oh, I’m participating. Don’t you worry there.”
He pointed to the drawer, she leaned to get the condom out, then tossed it next to him on the pillow.
Before she could scoot down, he latched onto her nipple and sucked hard.
His teeth grazing, his tongue lapping up any flavor he could.
Her other nipple got some attention, not the same, something different, something better, something a bit more forceful as he pinched her, then massaged, and pinched again.
How was she supposed to prove anything to him when she could barely think past the feelings in her body?
Her back arched and she moved up closer to give him better access. She knew he was good. He was skilled.
He’d proven it to her once. Enough for her to need this a second time.
“Cover me,” he said.
“What?”
“Cover my dick and ride me now!”
She fumbled forward to grab the condom, her hands trembling with urgency and anticipation. His rough command wasn’t cruel. It was deliberate. A low, raw edge meant to pull her deeper, to strip away thought until all that was left was feeling.
Feeling as if she was going to explode the minute she sank down on top of him.
The groan escaped before she could stop it, her body arching, his hands reaching for her breasts and hanging on as his thumbs brushed back and forth.
Every movement he made, every rise and fall of her body, even the tightening of her inner muscles had her craving for more.
Craving the end that she knew might blow her mind.
Her body was speeding up, her breasts would jiggle if he didn’t have such a grip on them. And his eyes, those blue orbs of his, they were staring right at her as if to say, “That’s it. Keep proving how much you want it.”
And she did. She put her hands on his chest, then pushed her overworked thigh muscles some more. Just enough to get her there.
Her body cresting, tensing, falling with each twitch and easy pulse inside of her.
Ethan’s hands dropped from her chest and gripped her waist, holding her still, as he pounded up into her as if he was setting out to prove how much he wanted it too.
When he came, when he emptied every last part of him, he pulled her down to his chest and held her tight.
That was when she realized she’d made the same damn mistake again.
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EMBARRASSING CONVERSATION
“Don’t even think about it,” he said. His voice came out harsher than he had wanted.
