I swallow hard, and my pulse quickens. "You have?"
He nods, pushing off the desk and walking towards me. "I have. And I can't wait any longer." He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. I lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. Warmth spreads from his skin to my face, and I feel both cherished and turned on at the same time.
Ethan's hands move to the buttons of my blouse, deftly undoing them one by one. He pushes the fabric off my shoulders, his eyes darkening as he takes in my black lace bra. "So beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the edge of the cups. My nipples pucker, aching for his touch, and I sway toward him, putting my hands on his shoulders for support.
I’m already heat floods my core as my pussy aches to be filled. Pressing my legs together, I whimper as instead of the relief I aimed for, I get more turned on.
Ethan smiles. “Patience,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me. His lips are warm and firm, and very skilled. Deepening the kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, he pushes the blouse downmy arms and onto the floor. His hands caress my lower back and then move up to the lower edge of where my bra fastens.
I move my hands from his shoulders to behind his neck, pressing my body against his front. His erection hits my belly button, and I groan when I feel how hard he is.
He unhooks my bra, pushing me back so he can bare my tits completely. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, making my pussy even wetter. "Ethan," I breathe, my hands reaching for his belt.
Catching my wrists, he shakes his head. "Not yet, Lis. I want to taste you first." He guides me to the couch in the corner of his office, gently pushing me down until I sit. Kneeling before me, he slides his hands up my legs, pushing my skirt up with them.
I shiver as his fingers hooks into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down slowly. He leans in, his breath hot against my thigh as he pulls my legs apart. "So wet for me, Liz," he growls, his tongue darting out to lick my folds.
I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth. He chuckles, gripping my thighs firmly, holding me in place. His tongue swirls around my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me. "Fuck, Ethan," I pant, my hands tangling in his curly hair. I’ve been waiting ages to run my fingers through those locks, and now that I can, I’m too turned on to savor their softness.
He looks up at me, his eyes blazing. "You like that, baby?" he asks, his voice rough. I nod, my breath hitching as he dives back in, his tongue fucking me relentlessly as he sucks on my clit.
I’m on the edge, my body trembling, when he pulls away. He stands, unbuckling his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. "I need to be inside you, Liz," he says, his voice a low growl.
I nod, my heart pounding. I can’t speak because I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
He hoists me up, spinning me around so I’m bent over the arm of the sofa, my back toward him. Kneeling behind me, hepushes my skirt further up over my ass, his hands gripping my hips.
I hear the rustle of a condom wrapper, then feel the blunt tip of him press against my entrance.
He slides in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside me. His cock is thick and hard. It stretches me until pain mixes with pleasure. I moan, my fingers digging into the fabric of the armrest as he rocks against me. His balls hit my thighs as the tip of his cock bumps against my cervix.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groans as he pulls out and then pushes back inside me. Each thrust rocks my pubic bone against the armrest, my aching tits swinging with each motion.
He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine. I stick out my ass, meeting him thrust for thrust, my body on fire. "Harder, Ethan," I pant, my body aching for release.
He obliges, his hands gripping my hips hard.
He pounds into me, his balls slapping against the top of my thighs with each thrust. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. And I fucking love it. As awkward and anxious as I am, sex always makes me feel better. When I’m fucking, I can finally leave my relentless mind and just exist in my body.
"Come for me, Lis," he growls. He keeps one hand tightly gripping my hip as the other pushes my head down, my ass pressing into him. Reaching around, he slips his fingers through the wet, swollen lips of my pussy and thrums my clit.
I explode, my body convulsing around him as I shout his name. Waves of pleasure flood my body in a release more powerful than I’ve ever experienced.
With a growl, he slams into me, his hips stuttering as he orgasms.
We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, his hot breath on my shoulder. Then he pulls out. I hear him walk acrossthe floor and something hits the bottom of the wastebasket, probably the condom.
I’m still bent over the couch arm, trying to find my breath, when he returns. He pulls me around and gathers me in his lap as he gives me a sweet kiss. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmurs against my lips.
And that’s when I wake up, sweaty and disoriented, twisted sheets trapping me in my bed.
The relief I found in the dream did not happen in reality.
My swollen pussy throbs, aching for touch. Forhistouch.
For once, I don’t overthink things. Instead, I reach for the vibrator in my nightstand drawer, turn it on, and pull it down between my legs so I can get the same sweet release as in the dream.
I give myself an orgasm, but it falls way short of what dream-Ethan produced.
