Like Heaven
Cassidy
The mattress dips beneath me as Ethan kneels between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing my legs wider. The Christmas Eve moonlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the blue contours of his muscled form. Hours after tucking Axel into his mattress downstairs, we’d found ourselves drawn back to each other.
“Fuck, Cass.” His voice is rough as his hands slide up the inside of my thighs, brushing against the softest parts of me. “I’ve dreamed about this. About you, just like this.”
The air suspends in my chest when his fingers trace higher, teasing, but never quite touching where I’m needy. His grey eyes lock onto mine, burning with hunger.
“I missed you,” he murmurs, lowering his head. His breath ghosts over my skin, hot and promising. “Missed your taste.”
His tongue flicks out, just once, right where I need him most, and my hips lift off the bed.
“Ethan—”
“Shhh.” His hands pin my hips down, holding me still as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my inner thigh. “Let me love you.”
And then his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue dragging through my folds with long strokes. I whimper, tangling my fingers in his hair, but he doesn’t rush. He takes his time, savoring me.
When his lips seal around my clit, sucking gently, my thighs tremble around his head. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls against me. “I could do this forever.”
I’m already close, my body winding tight, but he doesn’t let me come. He pulls back to blow a stream of cool air over my wet skin, making me whine in frustration.
“Please—”
“Tell me what you need, baby.” His finger slides into me, and I grind against his hand.
“You,” I gasp. “I need you.”
His mouth crashes back down on me, his tongue working in perfect rhythm with his fingers, and I shatter around him. My toes curl against the sheets as the orgasm rips through my body.
When I finally come back to myself, he’s crawling up my body, his lips finding mine. The taste of my arousal on his tongue makes me moan into his mouth.
His skin slides hot against mine in the moonlit darkness. The weight of him, the strength in his arms as they bracket my head, and the scent of his cologne mixed with our shared desire are heady.
Ethan’s hard length presses against my still-sensitive flesh. The thick head of his dick slides through my wetness, brushing against my swollen clit with each pass but never quite giving me what I crave.
I spread my legs wider, lifting my hips until his dick finds its way inside me. The fullness is overwhelming, and my inner wallsflutter around him, adjusting to the welcome intrusion as he sinks deeper.
“Fuck—” His forehead drops to mine, his body trembling with the effort to stay still. “You feel like heaven.”
I can’t speak. I can only whimper as his hips roll in deep strokes. His mouth returns to mine, his tongue sliding against mine in the same rhythm as his thrusts.
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs as he angles himself to hit the perfect spot with every thrust. The change in position sends white-hot pleasure spiraling up my spine, making my back arch off the bed.
The sudden intensity of my orgasm catches me off guard, and I shriek into his mouth. My inner walls pulse around his length as ecstasy crashes over me. He swallows every sound, every gasp and moan, his hips stuttering as he rides out my release.
With a growl, he rolls us without breaking our connection, and I find myself suddenly straddling him. The new position makes the stretch deeper, and the friction perfect.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I move my hips in wide circles, feeling the coarse hair on his chest under my palms. His hands slide up from my waist, over my ribs, finally reaching my hardened nipples.
“Ride me,” he commands, as he grips my hips possessively. His thumbs dig into the hollows beside my hipbones, guiding me in an up-and - down motion. The moonlight streaming through the window highlights the definition of his abs as they flex beneath me. “Just like that.”
Our mouths fuse together in a messy kiss. Every time I lift my hips, he pulls me back down harder. My movement becomes erratic as the tension mounts, my thighs trembling with the effort to maintain the pace.
The third orgasm builds faster than the last, and my body shudders as pleasure tears through me, leaving me gasping andclinging to him. He groans, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest.
Before I can catch my breath, he flips me onto my back again, this time breaking the kiss to yank my legs over his shoulders. The sudden change in position steals my breath, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. This position has me spread wide, and completely at his mercy.
