And waited for Ethan to come to me.
THE sounds of the door opening and then closing told me when he was back in the room.
I sensed him staring and the idea gave me a thrill to know what he was seeing of me. I turned my head and found him with my eyes.
“I just want to look at you for a moment,” he said, remaining still, a few feet away. I could tell he was affected—his hooded eyes and the set of his jaw—and that knowledge emboldened me.
“Only if I can do the same.”
My Ethan had prepared for me as well. The beautiful tuxedo with the purple brocade vest had gone the same way of my wedding dress probably. In its place just one garment. Silky black pajama bottoms slung low at his waist. The contrast of the black fabric to his skin displayed his golden muscled chest and carved abdomen to perfection. And I got to drink him in. The muscular cuts which tapered into a spectacular V below his waist made my mouth water, forcing me to swallow. One of the most beautiful parts of my man. I needed my mouth there.
So gorgeously made in body, so full of male power and strength…it almost hurt to look at him sometimes.
I lowered my eyes to the side.
“Turn all the way around.”
The deep command of his voice heated me instantly, rendering me completely enslaved to his unrelenting dominance when it came to this part of us. Ethan’s control of our sex. His control over me.
It made me hotter than hell.
He stepped closer, his body radiating power and desire, as he waited for me to comply with his directive.
I rotated my body until I was facing him full on, my body completely bare except for my stockings and my wedding veil. I set my hands flat on the bed and made my arms straight, in effect thrusting my br**sts up and out. They tingled under his intense perusal, my now ultra-sensitive ni**les hardening from arousal almost to the point of pain. My gesture of offering myself to my husband as a bride on our wedding night had aroused me to an incredible level of anticipation.
“Just for you,” I said softly, lifting my eyes to his.
I saw the muscles of his neck tense as he moved forward. “Baby…you are so sexy-beautiful right now. Don’t move. Just stay as you are and let me touch you.”
I knew how this game played out. The one where I was blissfully rewarded for following directions.
The edge of the mattress dipped as he joined me on the massive bed, kneeling right before me, so close I could feel the radiating heat his body was throwing off.
I remained still, but I tensed in anticipation of what he would do first.
He hung there before me, for a moment, just studying me, claiming my body with his eyes. Ethan liked a splash of voyeurism in our encounters. A little kinky at times, and a lot dominant, but I welcomed it from him.
Finally, after what felt like eons, he dropped his head to my sternum and inhaled deeply against my skin. Then I felt his tongue draw across the curve of one breast until he reached the tight bud of my nipple. He took the whole thing in his mouth and pulled it inside of him. I gasped in some air and steeled myself to remain still for his onslaught.
“Just feel, baby. Let me suck on your beautiful, perfect tits for a while. I’ve been starved for them.”
He took his time getting his fill as he worked me up with need.
Swirling his tongue in relentless circles over the tender flesh, until he felt like giving me a rewarding jolt of sensation by clipping my nipple between his teeth for a gentle bite.
I shuddered against his mouth, desperately aching for more, but knowing I would have to wait until he gave it to me. Those were the rules. And I was always a good girl.
Despite that, I moaned, “Ethan…”
“What?” he asked, busily working one nipple with his mouth, and the other one with his hand and two fingers to deliver the delicious pinch that made me nearly incoherent. How Ethan had known just how sensitive my br**sts were, I do not know, but he’d figured it out from the first time we were together, and he used that knowledge to his advantage with me every chance he got. Please and thank you, Mr. Blackstone.
I moaned, throwing my head back, pushing my br**sts out and harder against him.
“You want more than just my mouth on your beautiful f**king tits?”
“Yes.”
“Thought so,” he chuckled darkly. “My beauty, I’ve been dying for you for weeks,” he purred, as he dragged his mouth up to my neck and nibbled, “and I have to warn you, that I’m probably going to be a beast the first time I f**k my beautiful wife with her perfect tits.”