“Actually,” he said. “I have another idea.”
“Odds bodkins,” Xenia gasped as she spent yet again.
Odds bodkins, indeed.
Raising his head, Ethan found himself smiling as he licked her cream from his lips. He didn’t know which was the better view: her glistening slit framed by fire-red curls, or her heaving breasts topped with ripe, plump berries. What he did know was that Xenia, in her crisis, was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. She tasted like a treat too, her wanton flavor making him harder than a pike.
Her responsiveness astounded him. While he’d been with randy women, she was unique. Sweetly voracious. With her, he felt a connection that went beyond lust…beyond anything he’d felt before. She was both wicked and adorable, allowing him anything and wanting it all.
The things I am going to show her…
He nipped her silky thigh. “I knew you would like it.”
“I more thanlikedit. Oh, Ethan, I never knew…” She lifted her head, gazing at him with rapturous eyes. “Is it always this splendid?”
He crawled over her so that they were face-to-face.
“Only with me,” he said sternly. “Don’t get ideas about anyone else.”
To his surprise, he wasn’t teasing. This strange proprietary urge still confounded him. Since nothing was normal around Xenia, however, he supposed he would have to get used to it.
“Why would I even think of anyone else whenyouare my fantasy?” she asked.
Her sincerity expanded his chest and his cock. His erection jammed into her soft belly. He’d played the gentleman and made sure she came first (three times, actually, but who was counting?). Now his own hunger was demanding to be satiated, and he could wait no longer.
Adjusting their bodies, he slid his shaft against her pussy. He groaned as her plump folds enveloped him, slick and satiny-soft. He drove against her plush flesh, and when his thick head butted against her pearl, she moaned.
“Do you like my cock rubbing against your pussy?” he rasped.
“You feel so fine,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
He thrust harder. Pleasure sizzled down his spine as her dew coated his shaft and balls. The urge to hilt his cock inside her was nearly overwhelming…but his honor wouldn’t allow him to take her virginity. Luckily, there were many paths to pleasure. Leaning on his left forearm, he used his good hand to grip her bottom, pulling her tighter against him. He rocked against her, driving his cock against her cleft, the slippery friction making him grunt.
“Wrap your legs around my hips,” he instructed.
When she did, they both moaned at the improved angle. He drove his rod against her engorged pearl, mashing his stones over her tender lips. She dug her heels into his flexing arse and then she stiffened, her cry shattering his restraint. He arched his neck as bliss erupted from him and left him shuddering.
When he leaned down to kiss her, her mouth curved.
He lifted his head. “What is so amusing?”
“I am not amused. I’m happy. Thanks to you.”
Xenia’s flushed cheeks and tangled hair supported her claim. Only she could manage to look thoroughly debauched and cute. It was a look he could get used to.
“Your happiness is my reward,” he said gallantly.
“I think you had your own reward.”
Reaching down, she touched a finger to the sticky mess he’d made on her belly. When she twirled her finger in his seed and giggled, renewed heat flickered in his loins.
Devil and damn, that was a quick recovery. Even for him.
He lifted his brows. “Allow me to fetch you a towel, then I’ll make you happy again.”
“So soon?”
At the lusty sparkle in her eyes, he made an easy decision.
