He did, and my body quivered with each touch of his blunt fingernails on my skin. But then I sensed tension in his body. “Now that you understand the differentiation, do you want to call me ‘boy,’ which is widely used in BDSM, or something else that doesn’t?—”
Interrupting Ethan’s sentence, I kicked off the blanket so I had room to maneuver and sat back on my heels. I stared into the eyes that held me captive, revealing the power he had over me. I might eventually be the dominant one in our relationship, but Ethan was equally courageous and strong.
“When you said you were falling for me, I didn’t reciprocate the sentiment because you took me by surprise. I have to sit still with myself and process emotions as big as those.” I stroked the side of his face. “I don’t know if I’m truly dominant or somewhere on the spectrum but for now, baby seems natural. If down the road we don’t work out, you’ve taken claim on my heart and I would never use my endearments for you with another man. Always yours,tesoro. So, back to my original intent of telling yougrazie, for everything you’ve done over the last few days.”
“Di niente,” Ethan said, “which translates to you’re welcome.” His brow creased in thought or question, I wasn’t sure. And then he asked, “May I kiss you?”
In answer, I wreathed his neck with my arms and as I dropped down onto my back, I took him with me so he was lying on top. He lifted his upper body and braced himself with his arms on either side of my head. His gaze was soft, almost loving as he seemed to catalog every detail of my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he said in hushed reverence. And then in Italian, “Sei bello.” He laid a soft kiss on each eyelid. “And here,bello,” and nibbled on my left ear lobe. “And there,bello.” He nipped on my opposite earlobe, which made my dick plump.
I was completely aware that he’d feel every twitch and chub against his own growing erection. He asked, “Should I stop?”
I shook my head. “No,” I said, a little too adamant. I was so aroused that I took control and pulled his face down, gliding my tongue over his lips back and forth once, then twice. On the third slide, he parted his lips and I took advantage. I plundered his mouth, taking his tongue hostage as I sucked it hard, keeping our lips jammed together until we pushed off at the same time, gasping for air.
I hadn’t realized that I’d been grinding on Ethan’s cock until he let out a projected groan. I lifted my hips to meet his, mashing our painfully hard cocks together. My hands roamed over his back down to the top of his ass. Even in my feverish race toward orgasm, I didn’t lose sight of his vulnerability with sex. And as I gazed at his face, his eyes having lost their color with dilation, I continued my grip on him in a desperate attempt to keep the momentum going.
Nngh,” Ethan ground out as his hips jerked hard. It was what I imagined fucking me into the mattress would be like. His breathing morphed into frantic, breathy pants as our cocks seemed to duel for position.
Lungful’s of air filled my chest as waves of pleasure rolled over me, my toes curling as my body stiffened as the forceful desire for release raced up from my legs to my groin. “Oh fuck, baby, I think I’m gonna…”
At the same time, Ethan’s grunts seemed to get caught in his throat as orgasmic bliss transformed into a fiery union, and cum spilled between us.
Ethan’s head dropped forward, pearls of sweat dropping onto my face until he suddenly realized what was happening and swung his leg over, flopping down next to me. “Sorry.”
I ignored his apology and instead plastered myself to his side, giving us time to return to ourselves. Turning on my side, I drew a circle around his belly button with my finger. “Are you okay?”
“More than,” he rasped, clearly still not down from his high. “And you?”
“I had no idea, Ethan,” I said in a breathy reply. “I have nothing to compare it to. I don’t remember from when I was eighteen. But if I felt this enraptured from only frotting… We didn’t even touch ourselves.”
“I know.” Ethan pressed his thumb to my lips. “You are mine, Jude. My safe haven, as cliché as that sounds, allowing me to let go. I’ve never been so out of control with anyone else.”
“Baby,” was all I could say without getting emotional. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with tears, even if they were tears of joy. “Would you take a chaste shower with me?”
Ethan chuckled. “I’ll take any kind with you.”
I pressed a kiss to his stubble. “Did you always have this? I love the bristle on my skin.”
“For about the last five years or so. When I was in rehab, I grew a beard to offset when I had my head shaved. At the time, I couldn’t stand to look at myself in the mirror and having a shaved head cut down on primping. Once I was able to stand my reflection again, I let my hair grow and shortened the beard to what I have now.”
“How do I say you’re handsome in Italian?”
“The same.Sei bello. TheOat the end is the pronoun for a man and meaning handsome. For a woman, it’ssei bella, with anAat the end, meaning beautiful. Do you know any other languages?”
“I’ve studied Latin since seventh grade and all through the seminary,” I said, almost embarrassed. “And also some Greek, both for translating theological texts.”
Ethan tapped my chin. “Don’t put yourself down.”
“They’re not useful, like Italian.”
“You never know,” Ethan said solemnly. “But since you’ve already learned two non-native languages, I bet learning Italian should be easy. I could tutor you.”
“I think I’d like that, baby. But for now, we better get under the water, washed, and then back here to cuddle with a couple of more scratchy kisses, until we drift off to sleep.”
And that’s exactly what we did.
FIFTEEN
