Ethan looked up at me, his hazel eyes connecting with mine. “I want to make you feel good,” he murmured, his fingers moving with agonizing slowness, tracing circles around my clit. His touch was light and teasing, just enough to drive me wild with need. “I want to see you come undone for me, Vinnie.”
My body trembled with anticipation as his fingers danced around the most sensitive part of me, building the tension with each gentle stroke. He wasn’t in any hurry, savoring every moment as he watched me squirm beneath him, drawing out my pleasure until I was teetering on the brink of madness. Every touch, every subtle movement of his fingers, sent ripples of heat through me, tightening the coil of desire deep within.
“Ethan . . .please,” I gasped, my voice laced with desperation as I arched into his touch, my body craving more, needing him to take me further.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was slow and sensual, filled with unspoken promises. As our tongues tangled, his fingers slipped inside me, and I gasped at the delicious intrusion. The sensation wasoverwhelming; the way he filled me, stretching me in just the right way. But he didn’t rush. His movements were measured and deliberate, his fingers curling inside me with a precision that made me see stars. Each stroke was a gentle nudge toward the edge, and I felt myself unravelling with every slow, purposeful thrust.
His lips never left mine, swallowing my moans as he brought me closer and closer to release. The pressure inside me was mounting, each wave of pleasure pushing me higher, and when his thumb brushed over my clit with just the right amount of pressure, I shattered. The orgasm tore through me, my body convulsing around his fingers as I cried out his name, the sound muffled against his lips.
“Ethan!” I gasped, my voice a breathless moan as I clung to him, riding the intense waves of pleasure that surged through me. My entire body trembled, every nerve ending alight with the aftershocks of my release.
He didn’t stop, his fingers still gently stroking me as I came down from the high, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from my trembling body. When I finally stilled, breathless and spent, he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“You’re incredible, Vinnie,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. “I’ve imagined you saying my name like that, but hearing it—feelingit—it’s even better than I could’ve ever dreamed.”
But I wasn’t done. The hunger inside me still burned. A deep, aching need that only he could satisfy. I shifted beneath him, pulling him closer, my voice breathless as I whispered, “I need more, Ethan. I need you inside me.”
He hesitated, his eyes searching mine as if to make sure, the last bit of control hanging by a thread. “Vinnie . . .” he started, but the plea in my eyes, the raw need, broke through his resolve.
“Please,” I begged, my hands gripping his shoulders, urging him closer. “I want you. I need you.”
Something inside him snapped and, with a groan that was full of both desire and surrender, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, the last of his control slipping away as he pulled back to shed his clothes completely. I watched as his shirt joined my dress on the floor, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, the muscles beneath his skin rippling with each movement. His pants followed, and I couldn’t help but reach out, my fingers exploring the hard lines of his body, tracing the path of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my touch.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky, full of restraint as he hovered above me. “Should I go and grab a condom?”
I shook my head, the decision clear in my mind. “I’m on birth control,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. “And I trust you, Ethan. I don’t want anything between us.”
The weight of those words seemed to hit him hard and, for a moment, he just looked at me, his expression full of emotion. Then, with a soft kiss pressed to my lips, he positioned himself at my entrance.
He entered me slowly and deliberately, like he was savoring every moment, and the sensation of him filling me made me gasp. But it wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not after everything that had led up to this moment. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure rippled through me. But even as I urged him on, he kept his movements slow, controlled, drawing out the pleasure until I was begging for more.
“Ethan,” I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation as I nipped at his neck, feeling the heat of his skin against my lips. “I need more. I need you deeper. Please . . .”
The words spilled out of me, raw and unrestrained, each one a desperate plea driven by the overwhelming need building inside me. His breath hitched against my ear, a shudder running through his body.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice thick with longing. “Don’t hold back.” I begged, my body arching into him. My nails dug into his back, holding him to me like I never wanted to let go. I could feel him trembling with the effort to maintain control, but the moment I clenched my legs around him, pulling him even deeper, a guttural groan escaped his lips. The sound was raw, filled with desire, and I could tell his last shred of restraint was slipping away.
“Fuck, Vinnie,” he rasped, his voice rough and thick with emotion. The way I clung to him, the way I pleaded for more, it pushed him to the edge. He loved hearing it—loved knowing just how much I wanted him, how desperate I was for him to lose himself in me.
I felt the shift in him, the way his body tightened, his muscles tensing as he finally let go of the control he’d been clinging to. He drove into me with a new intensity, his thrusts harder, deeper, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me that left me breathless and wanting more.
“Yes, Ethan, just like that . . . don’t stop,” I begged, my voice breaking as I pressed my hips up to meet him, urging him on. The feeling of him moving inside me, the way he filled me completely, was intoxicating, and I could feel myself unravelling under his touch.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he pounded into me, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge. The rhythm was relentless, the pleasure building and building until it was almost too much to bear.
“Vinnie, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
His words, and the sound of my name on his lips, sent a thrill through me, and I cried out, my body tightening around him as the tension insideme reached its breaking point. Heat pooling low in my belly, the pleasure spiralling higher and higher with each thrust until finally, with a desperate cry, I shattered again beneath him, my orgasm tearing through me like a wave.
Ethan followed me over the edge, his release crashing through him as he buried himself deep inside me, his body trembling with the force of it. We clung to each other, our bodies locked together as the aftershocks rippled through us, leaving us both breathless and utterly spent.
Ethan collapsed against me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding in sync with mine. “You’re undoing me, Vinnie,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I laughed softly, but the sound turned into a moan as the movement made us both aware that he was still inside me. “It was perfect,” I whispered.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes softening as he looked down at me with a tender smile before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His words made my heart swell. In the warm afterglow, wrapped in his embrace, a deep contentment settle over me. This wasn’t just about the physical connection. There was something more here, something that went beyond the heat of the moment. As I looked into his eyes, a thought crept in. Almost too soon, too unexpected.
