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Leaning down, I kiss up the inside of his thigh until I’m right next to what I want most. Then I skip over it, torturing both of us. I want to make this moment last as long as I can.
I kiss back down the inside of his other thigh before giving him a playful bite on his knee.
“Watch it, woman. You bite me, and I’ll bite you back.”
I smile at the warning as I slowly peel his cut off then tear his shirt over his head. He laughs at my enthusiasm, but he quiets back down when I slide my lips over the head of his cock and all the way down to the base. Then he groans.
He fills my mouth until my lips sting at the corners from being stretched so wide. I let my tongue dance over his skin, tasting him, licking him up and down, moving my mouth over him in tandem with my hand. I do exactly what he told me to. I’m making sure he is ready for me to ride him. I need to feel him moving inside of me, filling up my empty places.
His hand tangles in my hair, stopping me from taking him back down to his root again, and pulls me off.
“I don’t want this to be over before it’s really gotten started, sugar.” He pulls a condom out of his wallet, tears the package open, and rolls the latex down his cock. Then beckons me to climb on top of him with a wiggle of his finger.
Holding his cock steady, I straddle his hips and rub myself against the head, a little tease for us both. Ethan gives me a sharp slap on the ass, and I know he wants me to stop playing around.
Sliding myself down his length, I’m filled to completion. So full. So right. Better than I have ever felt in my entire life. It’s a thought I don’t want to analyze, so I give in to the need to just feel and keep moving. Up, down, up, and down again, I ride him, impaling myself on his flesh and unknowingly letting him into far more than my body.
He doesn’t take his eyes off mine. His face is intent, as if there is nothing else in the world except the two of us.
A man shouldn’t be beautiful, but to me, he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen—hungry like a predator, his hands holding on to me as if he never wants to let me go. Part of me doesn’t want him to. Part of me wants to stay in this moment, filled to overflowing with him without the threat of emptiness ever again.
As a second orgasm starts to build up—something that has never happened for me before—my movements become jerky and uncoordinated. Ethan doesn’t let that last long.
Pushing me onto my back, he rolls on top of me, reentering me with a heavy thrust and a punishing rhythm I’m going to feel for days, which is probably exactly what he wants. I sure as hell am not going to complain.
He surrounds me. All I see is Ethan. All I can smell is his natural scent of musk, man, and our combined lust. His groans become a primal music to my ears, and all I want to do is hear more.
As he leads me into my second climax, I explode in a release so strong there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I have never felt more alive. I can’t imagine anyone else making me feel this much.
His thrusts quicken, and I find myself arching up to press my hips into his, trying to give him all of me. He grabs my left hand and laces our fingers together, pinning it to the armrest above my head, squeezing my fingers every bit as much as my thighs are squeezing his waist. My brown eyes lock on his blue, losing myself in those depths as he loses himself inside me.
He slams into me several more times before he gives a long moan, his cock jerking inside of me as he comes then semi-collapses on top of me. He’s not smothering me, but he is caging me in, his forehead resting on mine as our frantic breaths mingle.
I should feel trapped from being pinned like this, yet I don’t. I feel safe, wanted, perhaps even some other complicated emotion I have never felt with a man before. Cherished?
“I’ve gotta say, our kind of complicated feels good as hell.”
I won’t admit it, but I agree. It feels better than anything else I have ever felt before.
Eventually, Ethan gets up to throw away the condom, ordering me not to move from the couch. Not bothering to get dressed, he comes back, rolls me to my side and slides behind. One of his arms pillows my head, and his other is slung over my waist as he slowly caresses my tummy. He slings his top leg over mine, pinning me from head to toe, then orders me to “Go to sleep”.
