He moved down to kneeling, his hands sliding down my hips and then my legs. When he got to my shoes he tugged on first one and then the other and removed them sweetly from my feet. His hands skimmed back up to the waist of my linen pants. He pulled the string and loosened the tie and then dragged them to the floor. He steadied my legs while I stepped out of the crumpled heap of linen and then he kissed me right above the waist of my panties. My belly fluttered some more and the ache between my legs got stronger. Ethan brought his fingers to the black lace and slipped them under the elastic. He drew downward and then they were off me.
Bare to his eyes, he stared at my pu**y and he made a noise, very primal and very urgent and then he looked up at my face again. “Brynne…you’re so beautiful I can’t—fuck I can’t wait—”
He feathered his fingers over my stomach and hips and pulled me forward to his lips and pressed them right on my bare mound. I shivered from the intimate touch that held me captive, waiting for what came next.
He stood back up and placed my hands deliberately on his waist. I got his message loud and clear. I started to work on his belt and then his slacks. He looked impressive. The ridge inside his boxers was impossible to ignore as his pants came down. He growled when my hand brushed over the thin black silk covering his straining cock. As I bent down to focus my efforts on removing him from his clothes, he unhooked the clasp on the back of my bra and pulled it away. I was totally naked.
“I won’t stay the night here, Ethan. Promise you’ll take me home after.”
He scooped me up and started carrying me out of the room. “I want you to stay with me. Once won’t be enough—not with you.” He kicked open a door and brought me into a bedroom. His face looked wild and desperate. “I need to f**k you first, and then I’ll go slow. Give me tonight. Let me make love to you tonight, beautiful Brynne.” He hovered over my face. “Please.”
“But I can’t stay the ni—”
His mouth swallowed my protests as he stretched me out on his soft, plush bed and started touching my body. Kissing my body. Heating my body until any conscious thought I had before this point fled my brain and kept on going. I was breaking my rules and I was very aware of that fact as Ethan’s tongue swirled over my hardened ni**les, alternating between little scrapes of teeth followed by soft stroking to soothe what he’d done.
The contrast from the brush of whiskers on his goatee to the caress of his soft lips made me soar. I felt like I would orgasm just from what he was doing. The pleasure made me cry out and arch. My legs scissored as he worked on my br**sts, unable to keep still, I was wild and abandoned beneath Ethan. He felt so good I couldn’t regret this decision. All my reservations deferred to the exquisite workout he was giving my body and fled without another thought.
Being naked is not terrifying for me. I’ve done it a lot for the modeling and I know that men find my shape pleasing. It’s the intimacy that is harder for me to process. So when Ethan says a thing like ‘let me make love to you, beautiful Brynne’ I knew I didn’t have a chance.
“Ethan?” I cried out his name.
“I know, baby. Let me take care of you.” He pulled back from my br**sts and put his hands on the inside of my knees and opened me up. Totally spread before him, he stared down at my sex for the second time tonight. “Christ, you’re beautiful…I want a taste of that.”
And then he put his mouth on me. That soft tongue rolled over my clit and my folds and caressed. I could feel his goatee pricking the sensitive flesh as I writhed against his lips and tongue. I would come in a second and there was no stopping it. There was no stopping Ethan. He took what he wanted.
“I’m coming…”
“The first of many times, baby,” he said from down between my legs.
And then two of his long fingers pushed their way inside me and started stroking. “You’re tight,” he rasped, “but when it’s my c**k in you, you’ll be tighter, won’t you, Brynne?” He kept finger f**king me and flicking his tongue over my clit. “Won’t you?” He asked again, this time more forceful.
I felt the rush, the tightening begin deep inside my belly as it started. “Yes!” I cried out in a push of air, knowing he expected an answer.
“Come for me then. Come for me, Brynne!”
And I did, the experience unlike any orgasm I’d ever had. I couldn’t do anything else but come. Ethan pushed me to the edge and then caught me when I went over. I crested the wave of ecstasy pinned down with his fingers deep in my pu**y holding me there. It was shattering in its brilliance and I could do nothing but accept what he gave me.
His fingers slipped out of me and I heard the sound of a packet being ripped open. I watched him roll the condom down his thick, beautiful, rigid, cock. The part of him that would be deep inside me in a minute, and I shivered in expectation.
He lifted his blue eyes to mine and whispered, “Now, Brynne. Now I’m having you.”
I sobbed at the image of him mounting me, the anticipation so great I was barely coherent.
Ethan loomed over me, the head of his penis tipped inside my pu**y already, burning hot and hard as bone. His hips forced me wider as he sank his c**k down deep and true. He took my mouth, thrusting his tongue simultaneous in movement with his intrusion down low. I was taken by Ethan Blackstone in his bed. Totally and irrevocably.
I rode the wave as Ethan rode me. He did it hard at first. Pounding pulls in and out of my soaked core that went a little deeper on every stroke. I felt myself striving toward another orgasm.
The veins on his neck bulged as he propped himself up to get at me from another angle.
I squeezed my pu**y around his pummeling c**k while he worked me hard. He made all kinds of sounds and whispered dirty talk about how good it felt to f**k me. It just made me wilder.
“Ethan!” I shouted his name, coming a second time, my body in total surrender of his much larger and harder one as I shook and writhed in abandon.
He didn’t stop. He kept on drilling me until it was his turn to orgasm. Neck straining, eyes burning, he took me harder still. I stretched to accommodate his length and girth as he grew a little tighter. I knew he was close.
I squeezed the walls of my vagina as forcefully as I had ever done and felt him go rigid. Groaning out a guttural noise that sounded like a cross between my name and a war cry, Ethan shuddered over me with his blue eyes glowing in the dim of the room. He never took his eyes from mine when he came inside me.
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