Her legs were parted. Thankfully, everyone was naked, and his mouth was—once again—against her core. There was an active amount of tongue work, a decent amount of groaning—from both of them—before the coil inside her belly started cinching in that way she knew would bring her to her knees.
There was a crinkle of foil. Honestly, she probably should’ve been more aware of what was happening given the gravity of having not-fake sex with her very-fake boyfriend, but she truly just wanted to give him a high five for remembering to protect them both from what they were about to do.
Were. Doing.
She groaned a long exhale as he slipped inside her.
Did she clinch around him? Yes, yes, she did.
Was it an orgasm? Yes, yes, it was.
Would there be more, given the way he moved inside her? Uh-huh.
She rode the wave of the first climax, her eyes fixed on him as he thrust inside her. There were lotsa noises made that were not living room appropriate.
But then as she drifted down from orgasm mountain, Ethan’s gaze held hers and this was so much more than a trip up and down the mountain. This was…something else.
This was a bold paintbrush of red with chocolate and marshmallow.
What could she say? The panic started right there because she wanted to do it again.
“I think we should make this a regular thing,” she said with a considerably more nonchalant tone than she genuinely felt.
“Same, Emmaline. Same.” His forehead fell to hers as he said the words and a shudder ran through his body.
“Ethan?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm?” he pressed kisses along her jawline.
“Thank you.”
He tilted his head to the side, studying her. “Thank you?”
“For making me feel like I can do this.”
He grinned then. “Em?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you?” she asked, mimicking his question from earlier.
“For showing me how much I needed this.”
She laughed. He nuzzled her neck. Then he dealt with the things that needed dealing, and she dealt with other things that needed dealing.
After everything, they finally got to eat dessert. He did not disappoint with the toasted marshmallows.
He even made her the raspberry sauce he promised.
It was divine.
Chapter Twenty
EMMALINE
Emmaline didn’t sleep over.
