so I began shamelessly pleading with him to tug on the condom.
He took my hand and maneuvered it to my clit. It automatically began to move, and he mimicked the movement of my fingers over the sensitive organ with his tongue flicking against my nipple. Yet, as good as it felt, I needed him.
“Ethan, please.” I ran my wetness over the head of his erection and he released a deep groan. “I’m sorry for what I said. I want you. I’m sorry.”
He grabbed my hips and I held my breath, releasing it only when I felt his wonderful thick length stretching me as he slid inside. I exhaled at the feeling of fullness extending inside me, and he watched my lips as though he could literally see the breath from my gasp.
I rode him with expert-level precision, feeling quite proud of myself as I watched the different shades of pleasure take over his face. He pumped his hips into me while I bounced on top of him, the feeling of every inch of him stroking me from stem to stern. It finally made sense how a woman could get addicted to a man. Ethan flowed through my veins, leaving me dizzy and unstable without him. I inherently knew that I would never feel this way if I wasn’t with him. It was borderline psychotic to think that way, but he had me in another dimension where our bodies were the only two entities that existed.
Everything about me and Ethan was equally wrong and right, and it was the first time I’d ever encountered a situation like it in my life. I loved being with him both physically and non-physically. I loved touching him and the sound of his voice whenever he said my name. I didn’t think I could stop being with him even if I’d tried, which was also a first for me. Simply put, I felt melded to him.
I wouldn’t ever feel this way with Roderick, but I was still comparing apples and oranges. Roderick was safe: his expectations of me were damn near laid out in bulleted-list fashion. My parents accepted him as my father pretty much chose him for me. He’d been a seamless integration into my life.
However, my feelings for Ethan were charging forth at a speed that couldn’t be measured. When we weren’t together, I had to fight my desire to be wherever he was; my need for him. If circumstances were different, I would choose Ethan over and over again. He made me feel things.
But, the most difficult part of the entire scenario was that despite Ethan’s accomplishments, he wasn’t my parents’ choice. Therefore, he would automatically be deemed unacceptable.
My head was damn near in the clouds when I heard the sound of his deep, orgasmic moan and the feeling of his pulsing shaft as he came, leeching my own orgasm out of me. My loud screams surprised me and turned me on at the same time. I wanted more. So much more. So, I told him.
“Again.” I kissed his neck, his ear, his mouth, his nose, and his eyelids. “I want you again, E.”
“Again?” he asked with a lazy, sexy, sated grin.
“Again and again and again.”
He laughed, a sound that I’d come to love hearing.
“As you wish, your majesty.”
Chapter Six
Ethan
No matter the occasion, I had to see Alexandra, and it was getting to the point where I tried to have her with me as much as possible so that alternately, she was spending less time with Roderick. Judge me if you want to, but I’m not the only person who’s ever had that moment when you meet someone who, when you know that you’re going to see them, makes even your skin feel different. It starts getting ready for them to touch you and then you can’t get enough of them touching you. Everywhere. I’d even stolen her away for a Saturday lunch just so that I could take her back to my place, lower her onto my bed, and have her wrap herself around me. We don’t like to admit it, but men love that shit. All it had taken was her slipping her smooth leg between mine for me to be inside of her again seconds later.
Did I mention that this was my train of thought while I was in the middle of my presentation at the American Academy of Pediatrics conference in San Diego? To be fair, Alexandra was sitting front and center, her hair pulled back