Page 69 of Enchanted

Unless I’d been on my own. Hadn’t had an issue then.

“What do you say?” he whispered, his lips hovering over mine. “Want to have some fun with me, Ethan?”

I might have only been hours out of a long-term relationship, but come the fuck on. Rami was on his knees between my thighs, tempting me in a way that should be illegal.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want this. You. I want you.”

He grinned broadly, his thumbs finally pushing under the fabric and up the insides of my thighs. “Any particular way?”

“Not in a bed,” I blurted out. “Anything but that.”

“Please,” Rami purred. “Credit me with a little imagination.”

“Sorry.” I ducked my head, but his strong fingers lift my chin up.

“Never apologise to me,” he said, his eyes flitting between mine. “Ever. You got that, Ethan?”

His stare was captivating. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was weaving a spell over me. One I didn’t want to ever break, not with the waves of excitement I was feeling.

This. This right here was living. This was what I’d been dreaming of all these months. What I’d thought I’d be losing.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I got it.”

“Good.” His hands slid around my hips again, dragging me forwards until I was on the edge of the seat. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I did as he asked. A moan escaped me as my cock pressed more firmly against his abs.

“Fuck, Ethan.” Rami groaned as his hands cupped my rear. He palmed my cheeks reverently before sliding his fingers along my crease. The soaked cotton only heightened the sensation, sending shockwaves over my skin. “You feel so good.”

He hauled me tighter to him and his cock brushed against my arse. God, he was fucking huge. I sucked in a breath. “Oh, shit.”

Rami immediately froze. “What’s wrong? Too fast?”

“No.” I laughed, grinding down on him. “Just not sure you’re going to fit.”

His concern morphed into amusement. “Oh, we’ll make it work.”

“We will?”

“Mmm.” He ran his nose down my throat, sucking on my Adam’s apple briefly before moving to my collarbone. “First, I’m going to rim you until you’re nice and open for me. Until you’re fucking yourself back on my face and begging me to get deeper. To do anything that might give you relief.”

The moan that left me had me grateful as fuck that this place was so isolated. Not only was Rami unbelievably hot, but the dirty talk?

It was like he’d been made for me.

Dave hadn’t been one for noise in the bedroom. Even the moans and groans I couldn’t seem to contain had irritated him. But Rami? He seemed far from irritated. Each time I made a sound, he shivered, his hands twitching reflexively like he couldn’t decide between holding me closer and pushing me away to study my body more fully.

God, the fantasies I’d had about a gorgeous man whispering dirty thoughts in my ear were far too numerous to count. I’d never confessed that before. To anyone.

But Rami? I hadn’t needed to tell him. Somehow, he’d just known. Hell, maybe he didn’t. Maybe he just loved it as much as I did.

“When I’ve had my fill,” Rami continued, nipping back up the other side of my neck until he reached my ear, “that’s when I’ll slide a finger inside you. Just one at first, because they’re big too. I’ll tease your rim until you’re panting and writhing.”

His hand went into my hair and he lightly tugged until my head was back, my neck fully exposed. “Want me to keep going, Eth?”

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips against him. I thought I’d been doing that for a while without even realising. “Don’t stop, Rami.”

“I’ll sink that finger inside you so slowly that you’ll be begging me to hurry.” He licked the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “But I won’t. I’ll drag it out until you’re going out of your mind.”