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“I want your cock, Ethan. Now.” The feel of his head rubbing through my folds has me gasping for air before moaning out loud. “God, Ethan, stop teasing me.”
“Now you know how it feels, how it’s felt since the moment I saw you. You teased me and drew me in, Amelia. And now that I know what your pussy feels like wrapped around my cock, I don’t know if you’ll ever get rid of me.”
His words drift off, and then he slowly fills me to the hilt, stretching me open and hitting me deep inside. And it’s amazing; this position makes for such a tight fit and the perfect angle to hit my G-spot. “Jesus…”
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, Amelia. This pussy…” He smacks my ass, making me jump with surprise before the sting ebbs away and leaves behind a spark of desire. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
Smack! He does it again, this time on the other cheek, as he slides in and out of me at a luxurious pace. He’s not fast or furious this time—no, his thrusts are calculated, deep and hard, until I feel him start to swivel his hips and stretch me out with each circle.
“Oh fuck!” I bury my face in the blanket as his hips continue to swirl, and his cock reaches places inside of me that I haven’t experienced before. “Ethan!”
“God, Amelia. I’m close.”
“Me too. Touch me,” I command as his hand moves between my legs, finding my clit again as he thrusts and circles, thrusts and circles, stretching me open and hitting me with sparks of pleasure that have me coming so hard I can barely breathe.
“That’s it, baby. Take me with you.” And then I hear his grunts and his hips still as he empties himself inside the condom, twitching inside of me and squeezing my ass until he exhales and slowly pulls out of me.
My body collapses on the bed, my mouth searches for lungfuls of oxygen, and then Ethan’s arms wrap around me, pulling me into his chest.
“Fuck, Amelia.” He presses open-mouthed kisses to the back of my neck. “I think you fucked the life out of me.”
“Pretty sure you were doing the fucking.”
Our breathing fills the room until we’ve both relaxed a bit. “That was incredible.”
“It was.” I turn on my side so I can face him. “Thanks again for picking me up tonight. I was not anticipating this happening at the end of my evening at all.”
“The pleasure was all mine, I assure you.” With a kiss to the tip of my nose, he stands from the bed, turning to find his pants on the floor and pulling them up slowly. “I should probably get going.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I don’t know why a wave of disappointment rolls through my heart as I watch him prepare to leave. It’s not like I thought he would stay, but perhaps a part of me was hoping he would after sharing sex like that.
Remember, this is supposed to be a physical thing, Amelia.
But the things he says and does are very confusing for someone who’s just in this for sex.
“I have to pick up Oliver early from my mom in the morning for his first soccer game,” he says as he searches for his shirt.
“Your shirt is downstairs.” Standing from the bed now, I walk over to my bathroom, where my robe is hanging on the back of the door, feeling Ethan’s eyes on me as I walk by him. I need to shield myself from the disappointment I’m feeling, knowing he’s about to leave. I need to protect myself before I let my heart fall even further than I want to admit I’ve already fallen.
But before I can reach my robe, Ethan’s pulling me into his chest. “Amelia,” he groans. “Fuck, how can I have just had you and already want you again?”
My body melts into his at his words as I feel his hand travel over my hip and down between my legs, circling my clit. “Ethan, you can’t be serious,” I giggle, instantly going from disappointed to optimistic.
“I am. I haven’t even left yet, and I want you again.”
“We can meet up this week.”
“That’s too far away.”
He walks me forward until we’re standing in front of my bathroom mirror, the sight before me astonishing.
Ethan towers over me from behind, his eyes darker than normal in the lack of light in the room. But he has one hand firmly planted on my left breast and the other moving slowly between my legs.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
I reach behind me to weave my hands in his hair. “You’re pretty addicting yourself, you know.”
“Fuck, you’re still soaked,” he mumbles in my ear, removing his hand from my breast to turn my chin toward him so he can kiss me.
My body hums with the promise of another orgasm as he continues to work me over. “Don’t stop. Since you started this, you’d better finish it.”
“Oh, I planned on it.”
And then Ethan makes me come on his fingers, his mouth, and his cock again that night before he finally leaves, putting me into a deep sleep as a woman who’s definitely in trouble when it comes to this man. Being in his arms makes me feel cherished, content, and safe, and the man definitely knows his way around my body.
But Ethan isn’t safe. No, everything about Ethan screams mischief and heartbreak—but also indescribable pleasure. I can already see the writing on the wall, the way this will most likely all play out.
The optimist inside me is wondering, though, could there be more between us, especially after tonight? His words and actions tell me there is more going on between us under the surface, even if we’re both trying to convince ourselves otherwise.
But the pessimist? She sees a man with baggage, a chip on his shoulder, and someone who doesn’t know how to control his emotions. The way he’s behaved from the beginning reminds me of a little boy experiencing his first crush but is so overcome with feelings that he doesn’t know how to handle them.
And in that scenario, it’s usually the girl who loses that fight, the one that ends up with the bruises and scars that never quite fade.
And yet, I couldn’t walk away from him if I tried. Especially not now.
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