He fucked my mouth faster, and he pushed deeper, and I took it all. I craved every sound he made, and I wanted him to flip his shit. I wanted him to lose all control and go savage on me.
Maybe that was dawning on him.
He hissed and cursed, and then his thrusts became jerky until he began coming in hot ropes down my throat.
I choked and swallowed as fast as I could. It was a good thing I still had my leggings on, because I was fairly sure I was soaked enough to create a wet spot on the bed.
My lungs started burning, but he withdrew his cock before I had to pull away, and I wasn’t sure whose breathing was more labored. But he clearly had more energy, because he didn’t waste a second pushing me back onto the bed and yanking down my leggings. And my panties.
“Get higher up on the bed. It’s my turn.”
I bit my lip and complied, scooting up. “Um, how about we save oral for another day. You showered before you left the gym. I showered this morning.”
He wrinkled his forehead in confusion, and I spotted some mirth in his eyes too.
“Beautiful, I can already smell you, and I want my tongue buried ASAP.”
For crying out loud. Maybe I wasn’t used to a man who was so blunt and shameless.
“Tomorrow, then,” I said. “You, me, in the shower.”
Judging by the added dose of lust in his eyes, I’d say he liked the idea. “Deal,” he murmured. Then he crawled up my body as my head hit the pillows, and he stopped at my breasts and hummed. He was taking his sweet time. My thighs and my tits seemed to be favorites so far. “Your thighs have driven me crazy for weeks. Don’t get me started on your ass.”
For weeks?
I pushed myself up on my elbows and parted my legs more. “Then maybe I should get on all fours for you?”
God, I freaking loved watching the tension flit across his face. When his desire grew so intense that he had to clench his jaw to hold back.
“In a moment.” He dipped down and kissed the tops of my breasts, and he kinda just stayed there for a while. He cupped one from underneath and kneaded it, sucked on my nipple, and slowly but surely drove me bonkers.
What was his recovery period like?
“I wanna fuck your tits one day. And come…right here.” He drew a finger along my cleavage. “Fuck me, they’re perfect.”
I drew an unsteady breath and wished I could clench my thighs again, but he was in the way.
Calling any part of me perfect was something else. I wasn’t one of those whose body image was constantly down in the dumps, but sure, the weight gain after Brad had taken its toll. I couldn’t deny that.
“Kiss me, Ethan.”
He glanced up at me and smiled, and instead of answering, he closed the distance between us once more and kissed me hard. Deep. With so much passion. But the best part was when his body pressed down on me too. I threw myself into another make-out session and stuck to him like a Band-Aid.
He seemed to get off on that.
“So sexy,” I breathed, raking my nails down his shoulder blades. “I need you.”
He hummed into the kiss and slipped a hand between my legs. “Those are the magic words.”
I stifled a grin and nipped at his bottom lip. “Calling you sexy?”
He chuckled huskily and ghosted his knuckles along my slit. “Or that you need me.”
We locked eyes just as he teased his middle finger closer to my clit, and I saw so much more than desire in his eyes. Maybe he wanted more too. Maybe.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again, deciding right then and there to go back to full honesty. I’d show him. He’d already admitted to wanting to ask me out, so I could go one step further and make sure he knew where he had me. I wanted him so much. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to take care of him and be there for him.
I let out a moan as he slowly pushed two fingers inside me, all while rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit, and he took advantage and deepened the kiss further.
