Ethan holds on to his control by a fragile thread. I can feel it in the faint tremors running through his body and the sweat beading on his forehead. I writhe against his body, desperate for release. It feels raw and erotic to skirt the edges of our control again and again, waiting for it to crumble and send us tumbling.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I scrape my nails down his back, hard enough to draw blood from anyone else. He hisses, his hips jerking against mine. I take advantage of his momentary distraction and push him onto his back, straddling him. I ruthlessly deepen the kiss and rock against him.
With a helpless groan, he pulls me against his chest as he surges up, his control shattering at last. I smile in triumph, but he kisses it right off me. His tongue tangles with mine, and our teeth clash as our kiss turns frantic. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to his shoulders. Fisting his hand in my hair, he tilts my head to the side and licks and suckles his way down my neck. When his lips meet fabric at my shoulder, he grunts with disapproval and rips my shirt off with a sharp tug.
Wrapping an arm around me, he lowers me down until my back presses into the platform and I lie beneath him. He rakes his eyes over my naked breasts with such hunger that I don’t even feel embarrassed about baring myself to him. He runs his hands down from my shoulders to my breasts and palms them greedily. And I moan my approval when he squeezes them none too gently. He drags his hands down farther and stops at the top of my shorts.
“I need to see you.” He’s breathless and wild eyed, but he waits for my answer.
“Yes.” I lift my hips off the platform.
He fumbles over the button of my jean shorts and tugs them down with rough, jerky movements. He’s kneeling at my feet, his chest rising and falling with rough pants. “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and nearly falls between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. He glances up at me. “Yes?”
When I falter, he smooths slow, gentle circles on my inner thighs with the pads of his thumbs. Then he drops kisses where his thumbs had been. An ache spreads in my core, and I squirm beneath his hands. He looks up at me again—patient, worshipful.
“Yes.” I shiver, half with nerves, half with need. I don’t know what it’ll be like, but I know Ineedit.
“Good girl,” he drawls with a wolfish grin, then dips his head.
“Oh.” I gasp when he sweeps his tongue in a long, leisurely line across my swollen clit. “Oh.”
He continues to lick, suck, and gently bite me as I become a creature of mindless pleasure. I make incoherent, unrecognizable sounds and grip his hair in my greedy fists. My hips jerk up, and he pushes them back down.
“Ethan.” It’s a question and a plea.
“Let go, Sunny.” His breath is hot against my core, and the cool swipe of his tongue that follows is a delicious shock. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
I shatter.
Waves after waves of my orgasm shudder through me, and he eases me down with the gentle pressure of his palm, moving in slow circles over me. I lie utterly spent as Ethan slides his body over mine, until he’s looking down at me with heart-wrenching tenderness.
“Are you okay?” He smooths my hair away from my face, bearing his weight on one forearm.
“Mmm.” I thought I was spent, but my body lights up again at the feel of his thick length pressing against my thigh.
He leans down and kisses me softly on the mouth. I scoff at the audacity and stick my tongue down his throat. He growls and kisses me back with appropriate hunger, my taste still lingering in his mouth. With impatient hands, I tear at his jeans until he sits back to shove themoff, along with his boxer briefs. He throws them to the side, and I drink in the perfection of his naked body.
I can look at him forever, but I also can’t complain when he lowers his body over mine and resumes kissing me with a touch of wildness—coarse and clumsy in his need. I reach down and eagerly wrap my hand around his erection. I gasp. How can something so hard be so soft? I run my hand over his cock again and again. I can’t get over the incongruity of his hard thick length and his silky skin.
Lost to the wonder of my exploration, I’m startled by the almost painful sound of his groan as he lurches helplessly into my hand. On pure instinct, I tighten my grip around him, and he shudders.
“Sunny, can I ...” He grinds his hips. “I need ...”
“Yes.” I’m not sure what he’s asking, but I want to give him whatever he needs. When he pumps into my fist, I finally understand.
I move my hand along his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. His lips peel away from his teeth, and his eyes clench shut as the muscles in his neck tighten and cord. He moves faster and faster, sweat dripping down his chest. Curious and greedy, I run my free hand down his chest and push myself up to sink my teeth into his quivering shoulder.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
I want to taste more of him, so I drag my tongue from the base of his throat to the top of his neck. “Mmm, salty.”
“God, Sunny.” He swivels his hips and groans deep in his chest. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“There’s no need to be so dramatic,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his ear. A shudder runs through him, and I smile with wicked triumph. “All you need to do is fall apart for me. Completely and utterly. Then ... I’ll let you live.”
He comes ... undone. He jerks wildly into my hand, and my hips undulate with him, my thighs slick with my arousal. He leans his weight onto one forearm and reaches his hand between our bodies. His thumb unerringly finds my throbbing clit and rubs me in deep, sure circles.
