hands don’t stop, either. They roam my body as he works, twisting, teasing, caressing. My muscles relax, one after one, surrendering to his skill.
Only to lock up when his mouth settles on a sensitive spot. The touch feels like liquid fire.
“Right here?” he asks hoarsely, repeating with his finger.
I nod like a maniac. Yes, yes, yes yes yes. Ethan grins between my legs and bends to his work. It’s not long until I collapse in on myself like an exploding star, my body arching upwards.
But he’s relentless, continuing on past the point of no return. Past the point where I would have stopped touching myself if this was a solo thing. I twist my hips, trying to get away, but he’s merciless as he worries my sensitive skin.
“Ethan,” I mewl. If he continues, I’ll rise and leap and fall again.
He finally lets me go, rising up on his knees. The satisfied grin on his face takes the little breath I had remaining right away. Thick hair and wide shoulders and so much masculine vitality that it almost pains me to look at him.
Breathtaking.
“Your turn to get undressed,” I say, nodding to his offensive jeans. “Off.”
“If you insist.” He reaches for the zipper in his jeans and pulls them down. The length of him springs free and I can’t tear my gaze away. Not even as he kicks off his jeans altogether, not as he gives his cock a slow stroke, not as he reaches for something in his bedside table.
My throat feels dry.
Other parts of me are… not.
Ethan rolls on a condom with expert precision, not the least bit bothered by me watching him.
“Ethan,” I murmur, not knowing if it’s a plea or a question. Perhaps it’s a prayer. He kneels by my legs and spreads them apart further, a hand on his cock as he lines himself up.
Anticipation makes it hard to breathe.
He pushes into me in one deep thrust. Inch after inch after inch fills me up. “Fuck, Bella…”
Yes, I think in response. Fuck Bella, and don’t stop, not ever.
It was never this gloriously uncomplicated with my ex. It’s wrong to compare, but it’s not really even a comparison, just knowledge. A certainty that sears through my brain. I won’t be satisfied with anything less now. No awkwardness or shyness or overthinking.
Just pure action.
Ethan makes it simple. Faced with his want, there’s nothing to do but to give in.
His hips move in deep, rolling thrusts, reaching deep inside me. Once. Twice. Fourteen times. And all the while he’s staring down at me like I hold all the secrets—like this is everything he’s ever wanted.
His gaze is the best thing I’ve ever worn.
“Touch yourself,” he tells me, so I reach up and cup one of my breasts, flicking my nipple. “Fuck yes, just like that.”
I give him a show at the same time as he gives me one, moving in powerful thrusts above me. The look in his eyes makes me heady with power. So heady that I reach down and touch myself, there, even as he moves inside me.
Ethan’s green eyes burn even brighter. “Come around me?”
I don’t know if I can. But as my finger circles, as he speeds up, as his hands dig into my thighs… I’m sensitive enough, pushed to the edge by his tongue before. And with him sliding in and out, stretching me apart…
My second orgasm spreads through my body like a shot of pleasure straight to the vein. I keep my eyes on Ethan the whole time, muscled above me, on his five-o’-clock shadow and burning intensity.
He shatters right after me. A deep, rumbling groan and rapid, erratic thrusts. He’s pushing hard enough into me that my inner thighs might bruise, but it only strengthens the orgasm blazing through me.
Like a tree falling, Ethan settles on top of me, damp forehead against my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him and struggle to find my way back to steady breathing.
“Holy fuck,” he mumbles.
A tired chuckle spreads through my chest, into him, and he raises his head to give me a glazed look. What?
“It felt holy,” I supply, hugging him tighter.
Ethan gives me a crooked smile. “Best review I could ask for,” he says.
“I’ll put in on Yelp?”
“Thanks,” he says, easily breaking my stranglehold and guiding himself out, a hand on the base. He ties the condom off with a practiced flourish. “That was beyond,” he says. “I can’t… I haven’t…”
“It’s been a while?”
He stretches out next to me, lying on