“If you’re sure you’re ready.” He reached to his nightstand, removing a fresh box of Trojans, and cracking the seal before pulling out a foil packet.
He held it between his index and middle finger.
She reached for it, opened the seal, and—she could do this, it’d been a while since she needed to, but it’s like riding a bike, right?
“I think I remember how to do this,” she said to herself, and to him, and to the condom. “Tell me if I get it wrong?”
He nodded. “’Course.”
Carefully, she covered him with the latex. Giving an extra tug at the root when his dick jumped in her hand.
“That is delightfully empowering,” she said, glancing to the smirk on his face.
“By all means, keep empowering yourself,” he suggested. “I’m enjoying it quite a lot.”
Then she took control and straddled him, letting him fill her and take control of the moment.
“You okay, love?” he asked as she sheathed him slowly with her body.
“You’re not small,” she said as she adjusted herself over him.
“Can’t do much about that, I’m afraid,” he replied and then hissed as his eyes seemed to roll back in his head.
Ethan wasn’t small, and thankfully she was super turned on, because she was ready to take him in all the way.
That settled, her body filled with his, she went back to the ink, this time tracing it with her tongue and riding him all at the same time.
“Bloody hell,” he said as his hands fell to her waist, and he moaned.
“Noises like these are exactly what I need in my day,” she said as she rocked forward.
Funny thing, she gasped as he rolled his hips up into her and found the bundle of nerves with his thumb again.
“You are so pretty,” he said, as he took control. “I’ve been waiting for this. I need you, Em. So, so badly.”
Now she couldn’t focus on the ink because he was the one taking her for a ride. Bucking up and gently coming down.
“You are so strong. So pretty, love,” he continued.
And then the heavy lids of his eyes opened all the way, and he stared right at her.
It wasn’t the thumb or the sex or the words… He saw her and she…
“Ethan,” she said his name as she came, falling forward to his chest because there was no way she could sit up through that intensity. Ethan didn’t even pause after he just lazily moved in and out of her body, continuing to whisper over and over, “You feel so good, Em.”
He kept saying her name, and honestly, she’d never been with a talker before. But there was so much to be said about the reassurance when she was at her most vulnerable.
He built her up again, and she came once more before he followed, gripping her against him and making it clear that she was the one he was with.
“Em,” he murmured. “So good, love. So good.”
The one he wanted to be with. With his words and his body, he made that epically clear.
Breathing hard, he rolled her to her side, pulling himself from her body and kissing the end of her nose.
“Thank you,” he said as he pulled away.
“Thank you?” she asked.
