house to the bedroom. This time, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down on the bed, climbing on him until she straddled his waist.
Her breasts sat heavy and full on her chest, and he reached for them, molding them and kneading them as she leaned down and nibbled at the corner of his mouth. He sighed and groaned as she licked over his jaw and suckled at his ear. He fumbled for the fly of her jeans, wanting to touch more of her, to find his way home, and she raised up to let him draw the denim down her legs. He groaned at the sight and scent of her, too drawn to he to keep his hands to himself. He smoothed a finger over her folds, stopping on her clit to roll it in circles as she shuddered above him. Still, she lowered herself and slid away from him. He would have protested, but she reached for the buttons on his pants, making quick work of them and then tugging so he had to lift his hips for her to remove them.
When her lips closed around his head, he nearly choked on the pleasure. She slid up and down, just the slightest pressure of her tongue, and he groaned, resting a hand on her head to encourage her as she worked him over. But the sensation grew too strong, and he had to stop her, draw her back up his body.
Ethan put his hands on her hips, guiding her, and settled her just above his cock, with his tip toying at her opening. She inhaled sharply and then impaled herself, taking him deep, and he groaned. Brett was tight and wet and eager, and she found a quick, shallow rhythm that heated his blood to a boiling point. He wanted to take over, to slow her down, but he was enjoying her attention and watching her face as she neared her explosion.
Her eyes flew open, as did her mouth, as she hit her peak, and Ethan took that moment to roll with her till he had her pinned beneath him, driving into her with slow thrusts as he rolled his hips, drawing out her orgasm just to watch the pleasure take over her expression.
He knew when she came down from the high, her shoulders relaxing momentarily before she reached for him, drawing his mouth to hers and delving in. He loved the way she tasted, and he quickened his pace, knowing her well enough to know she was begging for more, needed to feel him harder and deeper. He pulled out of the kiss as the urge to finish became too strong, burying his face in her neck and breathing her in as he worked to control himself. He needed discipline, but how could he find it when he had this beautiful woman beneath him, taking him in fully and eagerly?
She screamed again, her core pulsing around him as she came again, and he gave up. He no longer had the will to hang back, and he plowed deep into her, letting go and reaching his pinnacle. He saw stars, then black, as his body reacted, convulsing as he spilled into her. Brett clung to him, practically pulling herself off the bed and hanging from his body as she rode out her own culmination.
It took all his effort to roll to the side before he collapsed, his heart racing and his body throbbing with his blood pressure elevated. He didn’t want to crush her, not with her ribs still healing, but he had expended all his energy. It took him a moment to find any sort of clarity of vision, and he almost fell into a deep sleep before Brett rolled to her side and started tracing her nails lightly over his arm. It tickled and tingled, and he found comfort in the small gesture.
“So, I was thinking,” she said in a voice thick and hoarse with satisfaction.
“What about?” he rasped.
“Well, you don’t need two apartments. I mean, there’s the bunks at the clubhouse, if you need to travel and stay there for a night. You don’t need an entire apartment sitting there, all alone.”
He smirked. “Well, I guess the club won’t be paying for my apartment here anymore, so it would make sense to let the one back there go, once I move everything down here. I don’t need to spend the money to keep them both.”