Ethan
Her skin was amazing. It glided over mine like warm silk. I liked stroking it and I liked it touching me. Her leg was hooked over mine and her hand rested on my chest. I’d just come like a teenager. Jesus, what was with that? It was the look on her face that pushed me over the edge a few minutes ago. It was the way she tried to resist her climax fora few seconds before giving into it and opening herself up entirely to me. It was like I could see everything about her when she came. All there, laid bare. Fuck, I could feel myself hardening again. I reached across to cup her ass.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“You.”
“You liar.”
“I told you, no bullshit.” My hand dipped and her leg inched up. I sat up and pushed her gently onto her back, leaned over to her and took one of her nipples. It pebbled in my mouth and she moaned. So reactive. I felt her hands in my hair, urging me on. I wanted to taste her. All of her. I moved lower, trailing kisses down to her stomach, across to her hipbone, and she shuddered. She was ready again. She wanted it as much as I wanted it, and that realization was the biggest fucking turn on. I delved my tongue into her folds and I held her knees out, giving me the best fucking view. She looked so incredible lying there, disheveled, only just recovered from having my dick bring her to her first orgasm, but still ready for my tongue to take her to her next. She wanted it. She wanted me. I heard myself groan and she arched off the bed. I thrust two fingers into her and circled.
“Hold still, Miss Anna. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to forget yourself.”
She answered with a moan. It was the only answer I needed. My tongue found her nub and pressed flat and hard before circling. She thrust her hips off the mattress, pushing herself into my mouth. I pushed her back down and my tongue replaced my fingers and I tasted deep inside her. She tasted just like honey. I couldn’t get enough.
I could tell she was close when she twisted to try and escape me. I reached up and found her hands, then took herwrists and held them under her ass. That was the perfect angle for me—it held her still. I kept sucking and tasting and licking until I felt her tiny shudders. I could tell she was almost there.
“Ethan,” she cried. I wasn’t sure if it was a cry of pleasure or pain. Either way, I was in control of it. I could bring her over the edge or leave her right there. Fuck, my dick was throbbing. The power I felt. I increased the pressure of my tongue and there it was. She was over. She held her breath as she came, for so long, as if she forgot everything else. I released her hands and they went straight to my hair as I sucked the last remaining waves of her orgasm from her. Jesus, my cock ached for her.
I lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, and watched her as she came around. Her eyes eventually opened and she looked at me.
She absentmindedly stroked my chest. “You have magic in your touch.” She said it in a way that let me believe I was the only one who could do that to her. That only I could make her body respond that way. Fuck, I wanted her again, badly. Before I had the chance to grab her and push my cock into her, she rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom.
I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. If I died now, after tasting her and fucking her, I’d feel like I’d achieved something in my life. Fuck my job—making her come like that was the biggest fucking thrill.
As she came from the bathroom, she looked at me and then down to my hard-on, which I quickly covered with a sheet. I was constantly ready to go around her; it was verging on embarrassing.
I moved up the bed, rested against the headboard, and held my arm out for her to lie next to me. But instead, shetook my hand in hers to steady herself as she climbed astride me, her eyes never leaving mine. She leaned forward, pushing her pussy back along the length of my cock, and pulled my bottom lip between her teeth.
I sat up, grabbed her face in my hands, and kissed her hard on the lips, pushing my tongue through to meet hers. She responded, her mouth open and ready—just like her. She trailed her fingers up my sides so lightly, with such a contrast to the heat and passion I felt from her, the way she moved above me, that it was as if those fingers told me something more, something deeper about her.
Jesus. How did she do that, open herself up to me like that? Without even realizing. But I knew. And I knew then that I had to be careful with her. She was feisty and passionate, but also gentle, sweet, and breakable.
I moved my hands to her magnificent tits. They were just fucking perfect. Natural, firm, not too big, and it felt like they were made for me. I felt harder than ever. I looked across to the bedside table. She followed my eyes and reached over for a condom, which she handed to me. After fumbling around like a 15-year-old, I placed my hands back on her hips and pulled her onto me. I loved having her above me like that, pushing down at her own pace. Her eyes left mine and to watch me move in and out of her. I tilted her chin so she looked at me again.
“You like to watch that?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Tell me,” I said.
She hesitated. For a moment I thought I’d pushed her too far.
“I like to see your dick fucking me.”
“Jesus,” I groaned. My cock was throbbing and I was aware of every inch of her clamped around me. My handsdug into her hips as I tried to get deeper, quicker. She responded and moved with me to speed up her rhythm and pressed her nails into my shoulders as her head fell back. God, she was so sexy. I was going to make her come again. I wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of fucking her or watching her getting fucked, but I wasn’t going to last long. Not breaking our perfect movements, I reached down and my thumb found her clitoris. Instinctively, she backed away and I tried to hold her in place.
“No,” she gasped.
“Yes, baby. Let me make you come.”
“I can’t, not again.”
“You can and you will.” And I flipped her to her back and drove into her.
“Ethan. Please. Harder.”
That was it. I was done for. I pushed my thumb back to her clitoris and roughly rounded the bag of nerves as I kept up my rhythm. Her hips tilted up to meet my hand and my dick, driving me harder into her, just as she wanted. I felt my orgasm begin to rumble at the base of my spine. I kept my eyes open, wanting to see it on her face as well. Just a split second later, there it was, her eyes shut lazily, I felt her breathing stop, and I relaxed and allowed my climax to take me over.
