The look in his eyes was scorching as he lifted his hands to my bra, feeling my breasts for a moment before he tugged the fabric beneath them. His lips were on my throat a heartbeat later, moving down my neck.
My hands buried in his hair again as his mouth found my nipple.
I ground against his erection harder while he licked, sucked, and nibbled on me slowly at first, then harder and more recklessly. The sounds that escaped me were needy and carnal as pleasure built in my abdomen until I came with a desperate cry.
Ethan swore against my tit, his hips jerking too as he thrust against me despite the fabric between us. The rough friction dragged my climax out longer, and the wild abandon he moved with told me he was losing control too.
He lowered my back to the couch while we panted together. One of his hands was on the back of my neck. The other was on my hip, his grip demanding but not painful.
“You want me to stop now?” he asked, looking up at me as we caught our breath.
Ireallywanted to see his eyes, but didn’t dare ask him to take his glasses off. I didn’t want a mate bond even more than I wanted him.
“Only if you want to stop,” I said.
“Muffin, I willneverwant to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
His chest rumbled fiercely.
“That looks painfully tight,” I remarked, reaching over to pop the button on his jeans. “You’ll feel better if you take these off.”
“You just want me naked.”
“I’d be crazy not to.”
Ethan rumbled fiercely, shoving the fabric down his thighs. His erection popped up, straining against his drenched navy boxer briefs. The wetness was a combination of both him and me.
He wasn’t ashamed of coming in his clothes along with me, and I fucking loved that.
His jeans were abandoned on the floor, and he dragged me a little higher up the couch until his face was directly over my center. Lowering his nose to my core, he inhaled deeply. His savage groan made me hotter.
“You smell like both of us,” he gritted out, dragging his nose over the front of me slowly. The light pressure felt amazing on my clit. “Tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
“Seems unlikely,” I managed to say, as he slid my shorts down my thighs.
He went still when he saw the cheeky panties I had on beneath them, and let out a slow, steadying breath.
“What are you waiting for, Cupcake?” I asked.
“Trying to regain control of myself here.”
“Why do you need to be in control of yourself?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“With your mouth?” My voice was incredulous.
“I’ve never done this before,” He rumbled against me. “No mocking this time.”
“I’m not making fun of you. I just genuinely don’t know how you think it could hurt when you—ohh.” My groan was savage. The arch of my hips was desperate.
He’d licked me over my underwear, and it felt that good. How the hell was it going to feel when he actually put his mouth on my skin?
My panties went the way of my shorts. Ethan didn’t even bother taking them off all the way, leaving them just below my knees as he pushed my thighs open further.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Maya.” He lowered his nose back to my core and inhaled again. “You don’t smell enough like me. I’d better fix that.”
