slow, the only sound being the water as it lapped against our heated skin.
I nearly cried for how badly I needed this kiss. Ethan brought everything rushing to the surface, and I had to fight against my mating instinct to declare myself as his right then, right now. Every inhale of his scent was overpowering, and I wanted him to claim me like an animal. Romance could wait. This was instinctual.
Ethan reached down and began fondling between my legs. I moaned and pressed my tongue into his mouth, requesting more. Ethan continued rubbing me, but his body was shaking with restraint, as if he’d held himself back from me for too long. It was torture for him to keep waiting for my touch.
I gave a pump to his dick. Ethan gasped against my mouth and kissed me harder. I jerked him, the water sloshing against my hand as I massaged his delicate head. I made my movements faster. Ethan’s head lolled back from mine, and his eyes fluttered in pleasure for a moment before the wolf overtook him.
He grabbed me by my thighs and boosted me out of the water. My ass connected with the side of the tub, back leaning against the mirror that reflected the bathroom. Ethan spread my legs wide open and put his tongue right on my apex. He kissed and sucked there like he did my mouth, and by the gods, I wanted to pass out from the pleasure. Ethan’s lips left marks along my thighs before he dove his tongue in and out of my core. My skin grew heated, and I got a thrill as I watched his reflection in the mirror, pleasuring me as if his life depended on it.
I began to gasp. Ethan reached around and grabbed my ass, bringing me closer and digging his fingers into my skin. My fingers kneaded his hair and pulled as his tempo increased. I orgasmed against his mouth, and Ethan gave a masculine noise of contentment as he continued to pleasure me through the waves of heat and lust.
His whole body was convulsing with want. The moment I was done, I slid back into the tub— I grabbed Ethan’s shoulders and forced him to sit back while I straddled his hips.
Ethan gave me a glance as I hovered over his body. There was a heated agreement in both of our gazes that made my stomach jolt. In a breathy voice, Ethan asked, “Are you sure?”
His question made me pause. I wanted to have fun— and in my opinion, what was more fun than giving your virginity to a prince in a fancy-ass bathtub?
It wasn’t the beautiful fairy tale I’d pictured in my head all these years, not the romantic evening I’d imagined over and over. I’d figure we’d take it slow our first time— a four-poster bed, a bottle of wine. Not a frenzied fuck where I could barely control my urges.
But screw all that. I didn’t need the fantasies. I could no longer deny myself the pleasure of giving my body to Ethan Nowak. I desired him now. Waiting any longer would be simply torture. My mating instinct was driving me on. No one’s first time was perfect, but mine would be, so long as it was Ethan I shared my first time with.
“Yes,” I decided. “I want this.”
Ethan’s eyes sparked, and he said, “So do I.”
We didn’t need to waste more time fucking around with words when there were other things we could play with. I felt Ethan’s dick underneath me. I tried to relax as I sank down. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting— but when Ethan was inside of me, the sensations I felt coursing through my core certainly weren’t it. They were powerful— delicious. Everything in my world changed as I realized that Ethan and I were joined as one, and godsdamn, it felt incredible.
Ethan gave a noise of absolute bliss. He moved closer, keeping his eyes on mine, though they were already clouded over with the thrill of sex. I put my hands on his shoulders and began riding him slowly, feeling out the new sensitivities as they coursed through my skin. Ethan was— pretty big. At first, it was slightly uncomfortable, but I focused on the color of his eyes, and matching the rhythm of my breaths with my strides as I rode him up and down. Eventually, I felt myself loosen, and the tight pressure slid into even more ecstasy. I picked up the pace,