I didn’t think he could blush harder, but he does.
“If…if you’d be into that.”
“Well, I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. But I need a second to, uh, prepare.”
A look of confusion crosses Ethan’s face. It’s moments like these that I remember how new he is to some of this.
“If your mouth is goingthere, some cleaning is gonna happen first.”
A look of comprehension dawnson his face.
“Do you…do that every time?”
Oh, my sweet summer child.
“Yeah. I try not to, uh, draw attention to it, you know? It kinda ruins the vibes.”
“Why?”
Well, I don’t really know what to say to that.
“I mean, you’re putting in extra work to make sure it’s good for us both…isn’t that, like, exceptional vibes? Is there anything I can do to, uh, help?”
Sometimes I think I know this man and then he surprises me. I kiss him gently on the cheek, feeling a dangerous amount of fondness for him in this moment.
“You can sit here and think about how you’re going to take me apart. I’ll be quick.”
With that, I head to the bathroom and grab a few supplies from my toiletry kit. When I return to the bedroom a few minutes later, the sight before me takes my breath away. Ethan is sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, totally naked. His right hand is lazily stroking himself, while his left traces around a nipple. Filing that away for later, I crawl onto the bed. As the bed dips under my weight, his eyes flutter open, a slow smile spreading across his face. I can’t help myself from smiling back.
“How do you want me?”
“I’m, uh, open to suggestions, if you have them.”
Now it’s my turn to blush.
“Maybe some pillows I can lay on? To support my hips?”
He starts pulling pillows from the top of the bed, stacking them in the middle.
“Your throne,” he says, a touch of humor to his tone.
The hockey player in me who has a practice tomorrow is grateful for the support, easing the pressure on my hips. I drape myself across the pillows, ass high in the air, dick nestled against Ethan’s high thread count pillowcase.
“Should we, uh, lay down a towel? Underneath me, I mean?”
A fire lights in his eyes.
“Baby, you do whatever you want to that pillow, ok?”
Fuck. Douching in the cold bathroom had tamed my morning wood, but if Ethan continues like that, it won’t be for long.
He drapes himself over me, starting with territory he’s already covered — the back of my neck, my shoulders, my spine. He pays attention to each one, carefully kissing and tracing them with his tongue.
He moves lower, his mouth focusing on each vertebra while his hands trace down my sides to grip my waist. As he reaches the top of my ass, he pauses.
“You still good?”
Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.
