‘You,’ she replies, louder, more urgent this time.
‘Do you want my hands or my mouth?’
‘I just want you. Please, Ethan, please.’
When she begs, I get so hard I don’t even think I can unfasten my jeans without hurting myself. Tearing my mind away from my dick, I squeeze my eyes tight then open them again, concentrating on the most important thing. Mia. Swirling circles over the saturated fabric of her panties makes my mouth go dry and when her knees start to buckle, I decide it’s time. Pushing the silky material to one side, I slip a single finger into her wetness and slide it back and forth, remembering every touch that makes her gasp, murmur and moan. I slip one finger inside her pussy, then two. Her entire body lurches forward and I use my free hand to hold her up at the waist, Mia’s hands moving from the window frame to my shoulders,gripping so tightly. As my fingers find a steady rhythm, I move forward to taste her. My tongue laps at her slowly at first, until I know she isn’t going to fall. She’s so wet, I can’t stand it, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, hardly daring to imagine how it would feel for her to come with my mouth on her.
One of Mia’s hands slips from my shoulder and grabs at my head, snatching a handful of hair, and it hurts in the best way. I groan against her, and she wavers again.
‘Ethan.’
The way she says my name as she gasps almost pushes me too far.
‘Stay there,’ I command before holding her open against my face and finding her clit with my lips. I suck gently, still fucking her with my fingers, almost delirious, all of my blood rushing to my dick.
‘I can’t,’ she replies frantically. ‘I can’t, I can’t.’
‘Yes, you can,’ I tell her. ‘You can stay there until you come for me.’
The order is all she needs. Her hand tightens in my hair, pulling at the roots, and I have to lean forward, holding her in place with my shoulders as I alternate lapping and sucking on her clit, then add a third finger inside her, stroking until I feel her begin to tremble on the inside. Her hips grind against my face and I hear something tear, something crash to the ground, but I don’t care. Mia is coming for me, hot and wet and all mine.
‘Fuck, Ethan, please don’t stop.’
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. She slips backwards against the wall as she comes, knees giving way, unable to hold herself up. I pull back, wiping my face on my sleeve, and stare at her collapsed in front of me, a tumble of limbs. Her face is flushed and sweaty, hair stuck to her forehead and when she opens her eyes, they’re unfocused and glassy, staring right back at me. I don’t know howlong we sit there, tangled up in each other and the curtains she pulled down from the wall, but it’s Mia who moves first.
She reaches for me, finding my face and pushing my damp hair back to frame it with both hands. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but she seems to find it when she leans forward to kiss me, her mouth opening to me, the taste of her tongue sending me over the edge. Whatever control I had is gone, I tear at my clothes, yanking my shirt over my head, the three buttons at the neckline dragging sharply over my face but I don’t care. Mia’s shirt goes next, then her bra, releasing her perfect tits, the small pink nipples hard against the palm of my hand as I grab them. Her fingers work on my sweatpants and I have to push her away when she rips them down enough to unleash my dick.
‘Please,’ she whispers when I grab her wrist to still her hand. ‘I want to.’
She wants to.
I nod. On my knees with Mia between my legs, I grab the fabric of the fallen curtains and squeeze. Her tongue ripples over the head of my cock, exploring the length, sucking on me like I’m a treat. I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think. Her hand circles the base and wet lips wrap around me, taking me in, and stars shoot in front of my eyes. When I hit the soft wall at the back of her throat, my whole body shudders and I pull away, carefully untangling myself, finding her eyes to speak without words. I pull a condom from my desk drawer and unwrap it quickly, sliding it onto my pulsing cock, already wet with her spit and my pre-cum, and the moment it’s on, Mia is on me. Her hands are in my hair as my arms lay her down on the ground. Her legs wrap around my hips as I hold a hand out to protect her head from the wall. Her body slidesagainst mine and both of us are sweating and feral, even a sliver of space between us too much.
‘Fuck.’
I grunt as I slide inside her, hot and wet and tight, seizing up around my dick as I push deeper and deeper, fucking Mia on my bedroom floor, Mia clinging to me like it’s the only thing keeping her alive. I know I can’t last long but I need to feel her come again. On my knees, I grab her ass to pull her down, shifting the angle until my body is rubbing against her clit, and I keep fucking her harder until the friction sends her eyes rolling back in her head.
‘Don’t stop, I’m coming, don’t stop,’ she begs, and I wonder if she even knows she’s talking. ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—’
The words are cut off by her own gasp, a breathy exhalation that brings me right up to the edge, and when her climax rocks through both of our bodies, it drags me over, into the abyss and out of my mind.
42
Mia
Waking up in Ethan’s bed again feels like the most natural thing in the world. Waking up in Ethan’s bed naked, safe in his arms, his long, hard body pressed against mine is even better.
It’s daylight outside and his curtains lay on the floor, letting in the morning sun. I watch it travelling across the floor of his room, half-awake since dawn and listening to him sleep. I’m an English student and an obsessive reader. I’ve consumed a million books, a trillion poems, and I’m careful when it comes to choosing my words – hyperbole is no one’s friend – but when it comes to Ethan, I’m lost. There is no way to describe what happened between us without throwing in every superlative in the dictionary. I’m sore and I’m tired but I’m not stressed or anxious. I’m not worried about what he’s going to say or do when he wakes up, or what he might tell other people. My only concern is how soon we can have sex again and judging by the hard length pressing into my lower back, the answer to that question is real soon.
‘You’re awake.’
Ethan follows his statement with a kiss to the back of my neck and my whole body shivers, nipples puckering as his hand dances lightly across my breasts.
‘Yep, I usually am in the morning. It comes right after being asleep?’
‘Very funny. Sass me again and I’ll spank you.’
Hopefully a threat and a promise. His hands are lazy as they take their time surveying my body but there’s an urgency underneath it that neither of us can hide. While he palms the curve of my ass, his cock pushes against me and I’m wet at the thought of opening my legs and pushing down onto him. There’s a rustling sound, then the tear of a packet, and I bite my lip, waiting, anticipating what comes next. Last night, everything was discovery. This morning, I know what’s coming and I want it even more. Ethan winds my hair around his hand to pull it back, turning my head as I twist at the waist, craning my neck to see him. My own desire and delight stares back at me, reflected in his beautiful face. When I rise up to meet his lips, arching my back and spreading my legs, he rubs the head of his cock over me, and I gasp into his mouth.
