Page 29 of Chasing Honor

“Like what you see, smalls?” A sexy sly smile formed as he rolled the rubber over his long, thick length.

I didn’t answer, I couldn’t, and, besides, he knew I did. I might as well have been drooling. Actually, I may have been. I wanted to tell him his dick was a thing of beauty, but I thought that would sound bizarre, so I kept my mouth shut.

With his dick sheathed he reached for my panties and pulled them off before he crawled onto the bed, spreading my legs wide as he went. He settled himself into the cradle of my hips and rested on one elbow near my head. Using his other hand he cupped my cheek before moving it to my throat, then grazing my breasts, and sliding down my stomach. His hand went between my legs, and his fingers danced over my entrance before he dipped one in. Pulling out, he pushed two back in.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned and kissed me again.

I didn’t know what sensation to concentrate on, the magic he was creating between my legs or his kiss. He stroked my tongue with an urgency he’d never shown me, revealing how much he desired me—wanted me. It was unreal to think Ethan, who I’d come to understand was a strong and good man, had chosen to take a chance with me. Not to mention he was hot as hell. Women would have been lining up around the block for a chance with him if he’d allowed it.

His hand moved faster, and my hips bucked. He withdrew his hand and broke the kiss.

“I want the first time you come to be with me inside of you.”

He moved and hitched my leg over his hip, the tip of his dick replacing his fingers, but he didn’t push in.

He stilled and with a look of love and sincerity that made my heart swell he said, “We’re going to take this slowly.”

The head slipped in, and I jolted. He waited a few seconds before he gave me more. Slowly working himself in and out until we were both panting.

“Ethan,” I whispered.

“I know, smalls. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt so good in my life.”

He got that right. My inexperience didn’t allow for much to compare with, but I was sure our joining was more than physical. It had to be. He finally inched his way in, our bodies fully connected he paused for a moment giving me time to adjust.

“You okay?” he asked. His voice was strained, and the sound made me smile.

“More than.”

“I have to move, smalls. But if I hurt you, tell me and I’ll slow down.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“Baby, the way I’m feeling right now, I’m afraid if I let go I might fuck you so hard the bed will crash through the wall.”

“We’ll patch the hole later. Don’t ever hold back. I want all of you.”

“Fuck.” He leaned down and kissed the side of my head, moving farther still until he pulled my earlobe into his mouth. Releasing it he whispered, “We haven’t even started, but you feel so fucking good I want to come right now. You’re hot and wet and tight as hell.” My insides spasmed at his words and he groaned. “Christ.”

He drew his hips back and slowly pushed in, setting a leisurely pace, his hand roamed everywhere he could reach, and his mouth explored mine. I could do nothing but wrap my legs around him and hold on to his shoulders. I was too afraid to move, scared I’d chase off the feeling he was building. I wanted to touch him like he was touching me, but I was lost, drowning in the wonder of our lovemaking.

Something started happening, and my hips bucked of their own accord.

“Honor,” Ethan growled.

I didn’t know if he’d said more after my name but, if he had, I hadn’t heard him. A roaring had started in my ears, and I had no control over my movements. All I knew was I wanted more of what I was feeling.

The bed shook from the power of Ethan’s thrusts, I had to tighten my legs around him to ground myself to him. My boobs were bouncing, and maybe I should’ve been embarrassed but I couldn’t bring myself to care. He was relentless, pounding into me, and when his hand came to my breast and plucked my nipple, my entire soul shattered into a million glorious, euphoric pieces.

“Fucking Christ, you are magnificent.” I heard him say. “So beautiful. So perfect. All of you, smalls. Perfect.” His stokes became jerky and he wrenched himself up, so he was sitting back on his heels, my legs still around his waist, but my ass was off the bed. Ethan gripped my hips and helped me move with him. I now understood what “eye fucking” truly meant. His gaze was smoldering as he ate up every inch of my flesh until it landed where we were joined.

“You have no idea how hot it is to watch my cock rocking in and out of your pussy.” He took a hand from my hip and started rubbing my clit in fast circles. “I want you to come with me.”

“I . . . I . . . did already,” I stammered out.

“No, smalls, that was just the appetizer. I want you screaming your pleasure.”

His finger rubbed, and the new angle had his dick bumping the perfect spot.