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Then Ethan slides a finger into me and I can’t eventhinkanymore. My body is pure pleasure. It’s out of my control. I shake and gasp for air as he adds another finger and pumps them in and out of me. A unfettered cry passes my lips as I come.
How does a feeling as good as this even exist?
I collapse on the bed, the room swirling around me. A few seconds later, Ethan is above me, and when I look up into his eyes, the swirling stills. I strain for a kiss, and he gives one to me. When he lifts his head up again, he raises his brows.
“Did I exhaust you?”
“You didsomethingto me.” I run my hands up his biceps. Somehow, they seem even more massive now. “But I’m not exhausted.”
He kisses my neck. “Good.”
We undress each other, shucking my dress and his shirt and pants aside. When he unhooks my bra and my breasts spill out, Ethan moans and kisses my nipples, electricity buzzing through my body all over again. He pushes down his boxers and I slide out of my soaked panties and he settles his huge frame in between my legs. My heart is racing a million miles a minute as he reaches down between us.
“Wait—” I say suddenly, and he freezes. I run my hand up his shoulder. “Your arm, Ethan. I don’t want you to put strain on it.”
Ethan lets out a deep laugh. “You’re seriously thinking about that right now?”
“I can’t help it.”
“All right. What do you suggest, then?”
“Let me be on top.”
He draws his hand up from between us and slides it around the back of my neck, bringing my mouth to his again for another kiss. “Whatever the lady wants.”
Ethan rolls onto his back and moves up higher on the bed so that he’s sitting up against the headboard. His cock is rock hard and the head is slick with pre-cum. Fuck, he’s big.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and commanding.
I move toward him and straddle his waist. I’m suddenly aware of how thick my thighs are, how soft my stomach is, how on display I am for him. It’s one thing for Ethan to think I’m pretty when I’m wearing a cute dress, but when I’m like this…
As if reading my mind, Ethan smooths his hands sensually up my thighs and over my stomach. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Victoria, you know that?”
I almost feel like crying right then. This man. Oh, this man. I reach down and wrap my hand around his thickness and start to guide him inside of me.
Chapter Seven
Ethan
It feels like I’m being ushered into heaven as Victoria guides my cock into her. The velvety tightness of her pussy is almost too much.
“Fuck,” I grunt, tightening my grip on her. She moans too as she keeps lowering herself down. Finally, I’m fully seated inside of her. She rocks gently, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. Then she starts to move her hips more, sliding up on my cock, then down again, then up, then down.
I slide my hands over her luscious thighs and start to grind my hips up into her. We’re instantly in sync, our bodies moving together like we were made to do this. Hell, weweremade to do this. We were meant to be together.
Victoria starts to lose control of her breath and I can feel her body start to shake. I tighten my grip on her thighs and start thrusting up into her with more force. She gasps and her eyelids fly open; her eyes meet mine and the look she gives me tells me everything I need to know. I fuck her harder, slamming against her as I hold down her hips, grunting as I push us toward the glimmering edge.
“Eth—” she starts to cry out, but she can’t even finish my name. She screams out with pleasure, her juices gushing onto my cock. I lose myself then, too, growling as I spill into her.
Victoria falls forward and I wrap her in my arms. As we catch our breath, her pussy continues to pulse around me, milking out the last drops of my cum. I close my eyes, pressing my face into her neck, and hold her like I’m never going to let go.
The next morning,I wake up to the sounds of bacon sizzling in a pan, coffee percolating, and the spring of a toaster basket popping. It’s been a long time since anyone has made breakfast for me. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time.
I slide out from beneath the sheets and cross the room, eager to wrap my arms around Victoria and kiss her good morning. Last night may have technically been our first official date, but it felt like so much more than that.
I’m falling for her, and I’m falling for her hard.
I step out of the bedroom and spot her in the kitchen. She’s at the stove, barefoot in a silky pajama set, back turned away from me. She’s rocking from side to side, dancing by herself as she cooks.
