his mouth trailed lower.
“Ethan,” she whispered, looking down at him when he fell to his knees.
“Emily,” he replied with a wicked grin, his hands now on her hips and sliding over her outer thighs and then back inside, just inches from her sex. He leaned forward, held her in place when she would have squirmed, and inhaled the scent that was all her.
If he were a fucking Neanderthal, he’d be pounding his chest right now.
He looked up at her and slowly spread her legs more, easing her back against the tiled wall for support. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling in tandem with his heart, and the sight of them, and her, was nearly too much. Ethan began to slowly kiss his way down from her belly button, and when he reached the juncture between her legs, he didn’t hesitate. With two fingers, he parted the folds and sank deep within her, then kissed every inch of her sex before flicking his tongue over her clitoris.
“Jesus, Ethan.” Her hands were on his head holding him in place, and he smiled against her, angling his fingers, searching for that honey spot deep inside her. He knew when he found it because she jerked and swore, leaning into him so that the pressure was sweeter.
With those fingers he claimed her G-spot, while the other held her in place so he could taste and kiss and suckle her pussy. She began to shake and tighten around his fingers, and her hips gyrated uncontrollably. She whimpered, and the sound touched off a new fire in him, one that only wanted to please.
“That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely, “come for me.”
Her nails dug into his scalp, and she screamed his name as her orgasm took hold. It shuddered through her, and she sagged against him, holding him to her center as she bucked and cried out. It was a sound he’d never forget.
When she was done and her legs were like noodles, he scooped her from the shower and carried her to the bed, tossing his clothes to the floor in his haste to claim her mouth once more. Ethan used every trick he knew and kissed her slowly, his hands finding secret places to touch and tease so that it didn’t take long for her to shudder beneath him.
With a gasp, she pushed him away. “Holy shit, Ethan. I can’t…that was…” She rolled over and got to her knees, eyes hooded as she looked down at him. “It’s your turn now. On your back, big boy.” A slow grin caressed her mouth, and she didn’t have to tell him twice. Ethan lay back, eyes on her, aching cock saluting her like a goddamn general. She moved closer and grasped him without warning.
“Damn,” he murmured, as all kinds of bells and alarms rang out. He arched his hips and clenched his jaw tight when she began to slowly and methodically massage him from the tip of his dick to the base. When she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, he had to use the ice in his veins to freeze his need to pump and grind and come.
“Emily, I’m not going to last much longer,” he managed to say, tugging on her head and pulling her back to him. “I want you too badly.”
She grinned at him and moved closer. “I can see that. But I don’t mind…”
“No.” He shook his head. “I want to be inside you.”
Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip. “So why don’t I help you out?” In one swift move, she positioned herself above him and spread her legs so she was open fully to his hungry gaze, and then slowly sank down onto his cock.
He’d never seen anything hotter in his life and the feel of her around him, tight and hot like she was meant for only him, was enough for Ethan to lose his mind and blow his load early. He found her hips with his hands and dialed things back, holding her to a slow, rolling tempo. She was magnificent. Wild. She was his.
He couldn’t look away. Never in his life had he seen anything as beautiful and hot as Emily Davenport was in that moment.
She began to gyrate harder, quicker, and he was so close, there was no way he could hold her back.
“I’m coming,” she said, moving her hips in a way that had his teeth floating. His orgasm built and crashed over him like a wave, and