"Yeah." He kisses my forehead. "It really was."
I can feel him still hard against my hip. "What about you?"
"This was about you."
"I want you inside me." I reach between us, palming him through his suit. "Please, Ethan. I need you."
He groans. "Are you sure? We can wait?—"
"I don't want to wait. I want you. Now."
Something in his expression turns feral. "Okay, sweetheart. But we do this my way."
He stands, stripping off his suit and boxer briefs in one smooth motion.
My breath catches.
He's gorgeous. Long and thick and already leaking at the tip. I want to taste him, to feel the weight of him in my mouth, but before I can move, he's pulling a condom from the nightstand.
"Later," he says, reading my expression. "Right now, I need to be inside you."
He rolls on the condom and settles between my thighs. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and we both groan.
"Look at me," he commands softly.
I meet his eyes, and the intensity I see there steals my breath.
"I love you," he says. "I need you to know that. This isn't just sex for me."
Tears prick my eyes. "I love you too."
He kisses me as he pushes inside. Slow. Deliberate. Giving me time to adjust to the stretch.
The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. He's bigger than anyone I've been with before, and the slight burn only adds to the pleasure. Who knew I would like a bit of pain with my pleasure?
"Perfect, sweetheart," he murmurs against my lips. "You're so fucking perfect. Damn you are tight and wet for me.
When he's finally seated fully inside me, we both still.
"Okay?" he asks.
"More than okay. Move. Please move. Now."
He pulls back slowly, then pushes in again. Establishing a rhythm that's deliberate and controlled. Each thrust hits something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
"You feel incredible," he groans. "So tight. Like you were made for me."
"Harder," I beg. "I need more."
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you harder, sweetheart?"
The raw language makes heat flood through me. "Yes. Please."
He shifts the angle, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. The new position lets him go deeper, and I cry out.
"That's it. Let me hear you. Want the whole fucking neighborhood to know who's making you feel this good."
He pistons into me, harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure.
