Page 28 of Chasing Honor

“Good. Because if you stop, I might die.”

“Can’t have that, smalls.”

I closed her door with a soft click and a turn of the lock, then we were alone in her room with the bed less than ten feet behind us.

“I want you naked.”

My hands went to the hem of her T-shirt, and I yanked it over her head. Following my lead, her hand went to mine, and she pulled it off and tossed it on the floor with hers.

She found the button of my jeans before I could unsnap her shorts.

Both of us pushed the material down and soon they were pooled around our ankles. We kicked them to side, and she smiled shyly.

“You are so beautiful,” I told her and ran my knuckles over the swell of her breasts, down to her lace covered nipples. “So damn perfect.”

Her hands weren’t still, they roamed my chest and stomach, up and down over my skin until she stopped at the waistband of my boxers.

I was almost paralyzed with indecision. I wanted to go slowly, take my time and enjoy the gift she was giving me. But the sight of her standing in front of me in only her underwear had my dick aching and my hands shaking with need.

When had I ever wanted a woman so badly?

Never.

High school sex, didn’t count for shit. It was fueled by hormones and was completely uncoordinated. I’d had no idea how to really please a woman then. Over the last few years sex had simply been a means to an end, a mutually beneficial release. This was something altogether different. Something more. I wanted to consume Honor, own her, and I needed her to fall as fast and hard for me as I was for her.

8

I was trembling and nervous as all get out.

This wasn’t just sex, at least it didn’t feel that way to me. Ethan’s gaze traveled down my body until he brought his eyes back to mine. Heat, lust, and desire swirled together making me shiver once more. How could he make me ache with just a look?

Ethan’s arms wrapped around my back and he found the clasp of my bra. With a flick of his fingers it was unfastened. He held my gaze while he pulled the straps down my arms. When the garment was freed and thrown to the side his eyes dropped to my chest.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, and his hands cupped both my breasts.

His head lowered and licked both my nipples in turn, before sucking one into his mouth. Ethan’s hand never stopped squeezing and massaging my overly large boobs.

I’d always hated how big they were, but now with Ethan obviously enjoying what I had to offer I no longer cared I had breasts the size of an augmented stripper. His mouth moved over and lavished attention to my other nipple, and my head fell back.

“I could spend all night playing with your tits.”

“They’re not too big?” Old insecurities die hard.

“They’re big and soft, and this part . . .” He traced his finger around my areola. “Sexy as hell.” He kissed both nipples and continued. “Your tits are the perfect size for me to put you on your back, straddle your chest, squeeze them together, then slide my cock between them while you suck me off.”

We were moving toward the bed, and before I could recover from the sexy images he’d invoked, the back of my legs hit the mattress, and Ethan was easing me down. My back hit the cool fabric of my comforter, and his scorching-hot chest covered mine. His weight smooshed us together, and he finally kissed me. This kiss was not like the others where he’d always held himself back, if only by a fraction. This time he gave me everything. His hips ground down, the ridged shaft of his dick grinding the lace of my panties against my wet center. Our tongues mingled, and our bodies heated. As good as he felt on top of me, I wanted more. My hands moved over his back, appreciating the smooth skin before I finally made it to the waistband of his boxer briefs. I tugged on them, and he lifted, helping me move the elastic over his hard-on.

“It’s not working,” I complained when they wouldn’t budge any further.

He stood to his full height and shoved them down his legs. Ethan’s dick sprang free and bobbed a few times before settling.

“Holy fuck, handsome.”

He took his dick in hand and gave himself a few long, hard strokes. His head fell back, and he moaned. I’d never seen a man touch himself before, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and I felt a little naughty watching him.

“Scoot up the bed,” he instructed.

I scrambled back, never taking my eyes off his moving hand. He reached for the table beside my bed where I’d placed a box of condoms, he tore into the box finding a foil packet. With his right hand still on his dick he used his left to bring the condom to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth.