‘What do you want?’ he asks again.
The answer is easy.
‘I want you,’ I tell him as he continues to tease, circling me with his cock the way I would touch myself.
‘How much do you want it?’
A laugh turns into a whine because I’m not in the mood to play games. I’m in the mood to feel him inside me.
‘Ethan, please,’ I beg, shifting my hips to chase his cock, squirming with desperation. ‘I can’t wait.’
‘Yes, you can,’ he tells me, a low, rumbling command in my ear.
The circling between my legs stops and when he pulls away from me, leaving me soaking wet and unsatisfied, I gasp at his act of withholding.
‘What’s your rush?’
Ethan’s lips kiss and suck and taste their way down the backof my body, traversing the length of my spine, as his right hand busies itself with my breasts, the left propping him up on the bed.
‘I have work,’ I say in a whimper. ‘I have class.’
‘When?’
‘Midday.’
‘What time is it now?’
Through my blurred vision, I can just about make out the numbers on his digital alarm clock.
‘Eight-thirty.’
Without warning, he pushes me over onto my stomach, chasing the movement with more kisses, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
‘Plenty of time,’ he breathes, the tip of his tongue tracing out the shell of my ear.
I shudder, certain I have never been so turned on in my life. No veil of darkness to hide my inhibitions this time, I’m truly laid bare to him and the thought alone is making me wetter than I thought possible.
Ethan inches down my body until he’s straddling the backs of my thighs, the weight of his thick cock resting on my ass. I clench, not sure what he’s going to do, not sure what I want him to do, but then he moves lower and gently parts my legs to position himself between them. His finger slips inside me easily, tapping my clit, once, twice, then moves down, slipping inside me, just the tip.
‘Did you like it when I kissed you here?’
‘Yes.’
My fists are full of his sheets, my face pressed against his pillow. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to scream. If he does, I’m going to scream.
‘Would you like me to do it again?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Good girl.’
The please elicits a growl and in a heartbeat, his mouth is on me. He grabs my hips with his hands as I arch upwards and he yanks me back towards him, the fabric rough against my sensitive nipples. With his tongue inside me and his fingers on my clit, I’m practically delirious. The pressure on my clit increases, the tapping devolving into a frantic rubbing, Ethan increasing the pressure as I push backwards, chasing the release that is so close, I can’t breathe. Any semblance of rhythm is lost as I buck against his face, his hand, screaming his name into his pillow. The room disappears and I’m lost to the pleasure that rips through me, every muscle in my body tensed then released. I’m breathless and broken, nothing but a rag doll. But Ethan doesn’t stop.
As soon as I catch my breath, I feel it. His cock pushing into me, slowly, so much slower than last night, filling me inch by inch until our bodies connect and just as I broke the surface, I’m pulled back under.
‘Fuck, Mia,’ he gasps, the self-control he’s shown so far wavering the instant he’s inside me. I don’t care. I want him like this, feral and out of control. I want to know he’s as desperate as I am.
On my knees, forearms flush to the bed, both of Ethan’s hands grasp my hips as his rhythm speeds up. It’s delicious, the pressure inside me, the way he stretches me and fills me. Every thrust invokes echoes of my climax until the soft sounds begin to grow louder. It’s no longer an echo, it’s a new peak and I turn my head, trying to see him, to let him know I can’t stand it. Then I catch sight of something over his desk. His mirror. Obscured by the darkness, I hadn’t noticed it last night, but now it’s right there, reflecting the bed right back at me. Me on my knees, Ethan behind me, fucking me. His cheeks are flushed, his hair damp and clinging to his face,his beautiful lean, muscular body a masterpiece in motion. I groan, shocked by the rush of pleasure that follows, unable to tear my eyes away from us. Ethan slows for a split second, looking down at me before he follows my gaze and meets me in the mirror.
