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I reach up and stroke the back of Ethans neck, pulling him into a kiss. We lick, suck and nibble at each other's lips. Our bodies pressed against each other with just the thin material of our clothes separating us.
I feel my body run hot, a fever brewing, fanning the heat of our impending passion. I moan into his mouth, already feeling a quiver run through my body. Even though he stubbornly refuses to wrap his head around the emotions of love. Together we understand the physical aspect of it. Our bodies speaking their own language.
I run a finger down the buttons of his shirt, feeling his chest pulse. His abs ripple and, just as I get to the buckle of his pants, he snatches my hand up and raises it above my head.
I tremble at his touch, reveling in his dominance over me. His strength over me makes me want him so much more. I want him to take me. I writhe against his grip leaning forward, leaning into his touch.
Holding it there he kisses his way from my lips to my ears taking a moment to whisper in my ear, "So what is it that you like? When I take charge or when I let you think you’re in control?" he asks, breathing heavily.
I don't respond. I squirm under his weight, and quickly find that I'm at his mercy.
Ethan works his other hand under my t-shirt and rubs over the lacey cups of my bra, I feel each nipple tighten under his attention.
I arch my back trying to press my breast harder into his hand. He moves his hand, lightening his touch instead. I groan my defeat and feel the warmth in my crotch grow, with every breath my clit twitches in response to Ethan, craving his touch.
"You had a lot to say earlier, Cassidy," Ethan teases, "but now, suddenly you seem to have very little to say."
He squeezes my nipple, rolling it between his fingers and pulling gently on it.
I gasp, unable to answer him, but that's the whole point. After an evening of criticizing Ethan, he's shutting me up in his own way.
His every touch is carefully calculated, his roughness playing on the delicate balance between pleasure and pain, giving and withholding the pleasure I know his body can offer. Even as the memories of our last encounter flood my mind, I know this is different. His touch is different. There is no veil of romance. His cards lain bare, this is a hedonistic rendezvous. Everything is about pleasure.
Ethan exposes my breast by roughly tugging my bra down with his mouth. Then, with my nipple in his mouth, he unbuttons my jeans. The zip slides down easily and he pushes his hand into my panties.
As he rubs on my throbbing mound I close my eyes and lose myself in the pleasure of his fingers, caressing my swollen lips and venturing slowly into my wetness, spreading my arousal over me. He probes deeper into me until he finds the engorged nub of my clit.
He strokes it from stem to tip, moving rhythmically until my body starts to twitch and with the first gentle stirs of my orgasm he plunges his fingers into me, twisting and curling them inside me until I whimper. Sweating, shaking, struggling to catch my breath.
He pulls his fingers out of me and rubs them over my mouth making me taste the salty wetness of my orgasm.
I lay panting on the floor as he takes off his shirt and unzips his pants. He pulls his briefs down freeing his erection.
I gasp as if seeing it for the first time and he smiles.
Ethan straddles me again, lifting my t-shirt off me. I wriggle and help him free me of my clothes.
He holds himself above me, his cock hanging above my lips.
I dart my tongue out to lick the tip and he moves just out of my reach before pressing it firmly into my mouth. He thrusts his cock into my waiting mouth, pushing it deep into my throat as I struggle to swallow it.
He presses harder into my throat until I almost gag before he pulls out slowly and starts up again. I feast on his pleasure. He fucks my mouth while I lay on my back helpless against his will.
Ethan trails his wet member down my body and squeezes my breasts around it. I watch it slide in and out erotically between my breaths, the tiny eye winking at me as he thrusts. Fucking me from head to toe.
I reach down into my panties and touch myself as he thrusts, mimicking his rhythm with my fingers.
Until he stops abruptly letting my breasts fall back into their natural position.
Ethan rolls me onto my knees and positions himself behind me. He smacks my buttocks and I feel them sting and jiggle.
He kisses each soft cheek before spreading them. I am vulnerable, open and unable to see what he's doing behind me.
I clench my pelvis impatiently. I know he’s watching, intentionally making me wait. I arch my back trying to tempt him and then thwack, another smack on my bottom.
I stop flinching.
"Keep still," he says. His voice is deep, deliberately chiding.
