He crawled on the bed next to her and cradled her face. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced in my entire life. If you don’t let me try to make you squirt all over me every goddamn time we fuck, I don’t think I’ll be able to carry on anymore.”
“You liked it?”
Etienne shifted his hips to press his hard-on into her side. “I almost came in my pants. Didyoulike it?”
“It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she said truthfully.
Etienne smiled. “Taste yourself.” Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Her nerves fled, and she lost herself in the feel of his mouth, the feel of him under her hands. He always reminded her of a tall oak tree with a dense trunk of muscles and strong limbs. She smoothed her hands down the front of his chest and ran her fingers through his chest hair. She loved how masculine he was—from his chest hair and beard to his deep baritone voice. Her hands explored lower. She wanted to feel the weight of his thick manhood in her hands…and in her mouth too.
“Let me see you,” she pleaded.
She was completely nude for him to hold and caress, and she wanted the same from him. Ophelia bit her lip as Etienne stood from the bed and pulled down his scrubs and boxer briefs in a swift motion that caused his cock to slap against his stomach, touching his navel. Ophelia’s mouth fell open at his solid thighs and trim waist framing his beautiful, fat cock. Ophelia was practically drooling. She wanted—no,needed—to wrap her mouth around him. She grabbed his hand and drew him back onto the bed. Once he was horizontal, she crawled on top of him, sweetly kissed his lips, and made her way down his body with her mouth. When she reached his length, she held him in her palm, enjoying the weight of him, before finally wrapping her lips around him and swirling her tongue over his head.
Etienne reached down and cupped her jaw as he brushed his thumb over her beauty mark. “Stunning,” he whispered.
She licked up the sides of his shaft, wetting his length. The smell of him was musky and clean— intoxicating, but not like Mateo. Never like Mateo. She had full control over her thoughts and actions. Etienne’s scent was just…him.
Ophelia took him down her throat as far as she could go. There was more of him that she couldn’t reach, so she triedagain, pushing him farther down herself until her reflex kicked in. She made a noise from the back of her throat, and Etienne threw his head back in ecstasy with a moan. It was just the response she was hoping for.
She sucked on his length and used her hand to pump the remainder of his shaft that she couldn’t reach. Ophelia was completely lost in the feel of him and drunk on the power she possessed to make him lose his mind. She needed his cum down her throat, just like he had done for her.
“Ophelia, I’m going to come.”
She hollowed her cheeks out as she sucked with more vigor. His thighs tensed, and she quickened her pace. She flattened her tongue along his shaft so she could feel his throbbing vein and squeezed his cock in her fist a little tighter, giving him just the right pressure to send him over the edge.
He began tapping frantically at her shoulder to pull off, but she swatted him away. She was going to taste all he had to offer. He couldn’t hold out any longer and exploded in her mouth with a roar that almost made Ophelia come again.
Ophelia swallowed him down and crawled up next to him as he came back down to earth.
“That was nice,” she said with a coy smile.
“Goddammit, Ophelia.” He exhaled and pulled her into the crook of his arm. “That was not fucking nice.”
“No?” she asked innocently.
He shook his head and laughed. “No.” Etienne kissed her lips. “There are no words to describe what that was.”
Ophelia sighed happily. “Agreed.” She was at peace, safe and present. She wanted to stay nestled in his arms.
“Do you want to spend the night?”
He seemed lost in thought at the prospect. Ophelia squirmed, waiting for his response.
“Sorry, I was just thinking of logistics. I have a six a.m. shift tomorrow. Could I wash my scrubs here?”
“Of course,” she said.
“Cool. Let me grab my gym bag from the truck.”
Ophelia watched his ass flex as he pulled his boxer briefs over his muscular thighs. She sank back into her bed as she continued to watch him pull his scrubs back on.
Moments later, Etienne returned from his truck with droplets of rain coating his hair and beard.
“It’s freezing out there.”
Ophelia hummed. “Well, I need to take a shower. Showers are typically warm.”
