“Yeah,” I rasp.
My thighs fall open, his hand slipping between them. A wave of pleasure rolls through me when his fingers graze my clit, still sensitive and sore from last night. “I might be able to help with that,” he says, planting kisses down my neck and chest.
“We should probably talk about what this means,” I say, even as my body arches toward him.
“Later,” he murmurs against my breast, before swirling his tongue around my nipple. He moves down my body, and using his shoulders, he pushes my thighs apart. “Right now I need to taste you.” He peers up at me from between my legs, those steely blue eyes piercing. “Think that’ll entertain you, Nat?”
“Yeah.” I nod quickly. “I think so.”
He lets out a rough, sexy chuckle before leaning in. The first swipe of his tongue has me gasping, and my hands fly to his hair, gripping the dark strands as he devours me.
His tongue slides through my folds, circling my clit, then dipping inside me to taste where he spilled himself last night. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He groans against my pussy. “I could do this for hours.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, then two fingers push inside me, and curl against that spot that makes my vision blur. He's relentless, his tongue and fingers working in perfect rhythm, driving me higher and higher until I'm sobbing his name.
It doesn’t take long before an orgasm tears through me, and I clamp his head with my thighs. Ethan doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking and fucking me with his fingers until I'm boneless and trembling.
When he finally lifts his head, his chin is glistening with my arousal.
I push him onto his back, mindful of his injured knee as I sit between his thighs.
Ethan’s body is a work of art, all hard muscle and golden skin, but it's his cock that captures my attention. It juts up from his body, thick and veined and impossibly large. I wrap my hand around the base, and his hips jerk.
I lower my head and lick a long stripe from base to tip. Then I take his head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the sensitive tip. He's so thick that my jaw aches, but I don't care. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“Fuck, baby.” His hand comes to rest on the back of my head. “Your mouth is incredible.”
I take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat. I gag and pull back, then try again. And again. Each time I take him a little further, my throat relaxing around his girth.
“There you go,” he says between heavy breaths. “That’s it.”
My hand works the inches I can't fit in my mouth, and my other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, and his hips start to thrust in small movements.
“I'm close,” he warns me. “If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop.”
I don't stop. I suck harder and faster, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I can. Seconds later, he explodes. Hot spurts of cum flood my mouth, and I swallow it all.
I crawl up his body and collapse beside him.
“You're going to kill me,” he says.
“What a way to go.”
He laughs and pulls me close. Then he's kissing me again, slower this time but no less intense. I can taste myself on his tongue, the mix of us perfect.
“I need to be inside you again,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Your knee.”
“Will be fine if you ride me.” His eyes darken with desire. “I want to watch you take my cock.”
Heat floods my core at his words. I straddle his hips carefully, positioning myself over his cock, which is already hardening again.
“Tell me if your knee hurts,” I say.
“Baby, I could have two broken legs right now, and I'd still want to be inside you.”
I sink down onto him slowly, savoring every inch. The stretch is easier this time, but still intense. When I'm fully down, I pause to catch my breath.
