Page 59 of Lovestrung

“Like that, baby,” I panted. “Just like that. Fuck me. I need…I want…”

He grunted, his breaths coming out as fast as mine. It thrilled me that he was as consumed with my body as I was.

“What do you need? What do you want? Tell me.”

“God, I need to come. Don’t ever stop,” I pleaded as I came closer and closer to my release. His arm banded around me, his hand and fingers found my right breast, claiming me. The tug and pull at my aching nipple shot a line of lust down my belly, and I leaned my head back, resting it on his chest. Whimpering, I started to fly and fall all at once.

“Ethan!”

The orgasm tore through me, making me chant his name over and over again while he kept up his relentless pace. I felt wetness on my cheeks, surprising me, but I welcomed the tears.

This was already more than I’d ever dreamed of. It was everything. The pleasure was that intense, I had blind spots behind my closed eyes.

“Fucking. Beautiful,” he whispered as I collapsed on the counter, blissed out and spent. “I knew it would be like this. You’re everything, darlin’.”

I felt a soft kiss on my back followed by the sound of a belt buckle clinking.

“I fucking hope I haven’t worn you out yet,” he rasped as the crinkle of foil being torn reached my ears. “I need to be inside that tight pussy now, or I’ll die.”

His dirty words sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and I smiled lazily against the cool tabletop. I opened my eyes when I felt his hands rub my ass, around my hip, up my back, and I wanted to purr like a cat. Finally, he took a tight hold on my shoulders. The sight behind me made me gasp. The savage gleam in his eyes – the passion and unrestrained lust – shined back at me, his gaze never leaving mine when I felt his dick crowning me. I tried to relax when he pushed inside of me, inch by inch, and I had to bite down on my lip from the sting.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted and looked down, taking in where we were joined.

“It’s been a long time,” I croaked.

“Fuck, yes, and I love that I’m the only one who’ll get this from you now.”

I couldn’t see his cock from this angle, but oh, how I could feel it. He pulled out, coating the head around my sensitive clit, and I moaned when he finally thrust deep and kept still for two heart beats. His chest and abs were glistening with sweat, and the tangy smell of sex wafted in the air.

“Fucking. Beautiful,” I repeated his words on a low moan.

He was. He was so beautiful in his savagery; he took my breath away.

“Hold on.” He was still staring down intently, his jaw clenched and his body shaking with the strain. “This will be quick. I can’t hold back.”

I extended my right arm behind me until I reached his fingers clamped strongly on my hip.

“Fuck me,” I urged as my fingers entwined with his, holding on as tightly as he held on to me.

He threw his head back, and I reveled in the sight of the cords in his neck as he thrusted against me, making me grow even wetter. My clit throbbed, and I had to touch myself. My left hand snaked down between my legs, and I felt his cock as he pushed in, then out, before I brushed my clit.

“My girl. Mine,” he moaned when he felt my fingers, working myself up. “Yes, give me that. Shit. You’re dripping down my balls.”

I was never into talking dirty while having sex, but it was different with Ethan. Hearing how lost he was inside me, and how hot he was for me, made me even wetter, and when he started to grunt, his movements becoming more forceful, I rubbed myself harder, panting loudly.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Come for me, darlin’. Come on my dick. Milk me dry.”

“Ah!” I cried out, my inner walls clamping against his cock. I could feel him rutting against me, pounding as he chased his own release. He thrust three more times until he buried his cock to the hilt, making my body slide higher up the tabletop until he stilled and collapsed on top of me, panting hard and fast. I trembled when the scruff on his chin rubbed against me, caressing me while his mouth brushed against my neck.

“Unbelievable,” I whispered.

The romantic in me wanted to believe that I’d be the only one to ever see this tender side of him, but could I trust the moment? There were still so many things I didn’t know about him or myself, for that matter, that I didn’t dare hope that there was a real future for us.

“Your mind is spinning,” Ethan whispered against my shoulder, still buried inside me.

“What?” I puffed, completely befuddled.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning, they’re spinning so fast.”