I tipped my head back as his fingers and thumb continued their work. My whole body felt hot, on fire. The heat was emanating from between my legs and spreading throughout my body. I could feel my nipples straining at the lace of my bra, begging for attention. My shoulders rounded forward.
“Take it off,” he said. “Your bra. Now. Take it off.”
I felt myself shudder at his words. Unsteady and half-crazed, I unsnapped the clasp of my bra and stripped it off.
“Oh, yes. You are perfect. Perfect tits. Perfect pussy.”
“Oh god,” I said. “Oh god. Oh god.” I was gasping for breath.
He reached behind me and pushed me harder on to his hand and he plunged his fingers into me. “I’m your god tonight, beautiful. Now come for me.”
And I couldn’t help myself: My eyes closed and ablinding white light filled my head as my climax crashed over me.
I felt myself weaken, and then Ethan’s arms around me. Had I fallen? I felt softness all around me. Ethan was leaning over me—we were in bed.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” I said, barely conscious. What the hell just happened? I’d always associated good sex with intimacy and maybe love, but this man did mind-blowing things to my body and I’d just met him.
“You look spectacular when you come.” He bent his head and took a nipple between his teeth. I was writhing off the mattress as he alternated grazing and sucking one breast and then the other. My hands pushed into his hair and he pulled me up so I was facing him. For a second he looked at me before inching forward and taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I wanted him again, desperately. I wanted to see him above me, pushing into me, filling me. I grabbed at his back and pulled his shirt from his trousers and scratched down his back. He groaned and plunged his tongue into my mouth, urgent, hungry. I reached down for his fly, impatient for more of him. He kneeled up, bringing my mouth with him as he stripped his shirt off. I pushed him away and turned over and onto all fours.
“Hurry. I want you inside me,” I said.
“Fuck, beautiful.”
I heard him rustling behind me, first with his clothes and then a condom wrapper. I turned and looked over my shoulder and he was staring at my ass.
He kneeled behind me and I felt his hands on my hips. My skin fizzed at his touch and I pushed back, wanting to feel more of him.
“Back into position,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck youso hard you’re not going to remember your own name.” And he pushed into me so forcefully that my elbows gave way and I had to steady myself. I was full of him—so full it bordered on uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was big or was because he was deep. Really deep. He withdrew slowly—I was aware of every part of him. His hand found my shoulder, giving me support and him resistance, and he plunged in again, hard and deep.
“Jesus,” I cried out as I felt him at the end of me.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. We’re going to be doing this all night.”
He found his rhythm and I could do nothing but comply. Right then, I would do whatever the hell he asked me to do. And he was the sort of man who would ask for everything.
“All night. We’re going to fuck until you’re sore and still begging me for more. Do you hear me?”
“More. Harder,” I choked.
He grunted and increased his rhythm, pushing farther and farther into me. The rumbling of my orgasm started somewhere far off.
“I can feel you. You feel so good. And you’re close. Aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, so close.”
And then he pulled out and I felt his fingers fall from my body. Panicked, I looked over my shoulder.
“I have to see your face. On your back.”
I scrambled to my back, desperate to feel him again, and he pulled me down the bed closer to him and pushed into me again.Oh yes, that was it … right there.
He didn’t take his eyes off of me as my orgasm built again. He put one of my legs over his shoulder and the change in position sent me hurtling toward that light again.I arched off the bed as my orgasm gripped me. Ethan’s rhythm didn’t alter, not for a second, and each stroke pulled out another level of pleasure until I was sure that I would pass out. When it finally subsided enough for me to open my eyes, he was above me still, pushing into me, looking at me.
A second after our eyes met, I felt him tense and watched his eyes cloud as his climax washed over him.
He rolled off me, disposed of his condom, and his hands felt for my body and pulled at me, bringing me closer to him. I got up and went to the bathroom. I was here to have fun, not to cuddle.
