My eyes slide down her body, taking in the sight as she steps closer and slides her hand up my chest. I felt the sheets beneath me all night. I felt the air trickling across us. I felt the pillow against my cheek. I felt her against me all night.
The feeling seems to come and go, but Bella’s touch is fucking perfect every time. And I feel it every time too.
Which is what made me call the sex epic. I’ve always felt sex, but never to that extreme. I had no idea it was numbed. Or maybe it wasn’t. Hell I don’t really know anything.
“I changed my mind about the shower,” she says as she leans over and flicks her tongue over my nipple ring.
On second thought, having a girlfriend seems like a damn good idea.
Chapter 23
BELLA
My wall hates Ethan Noles, because he loves fucking me against it.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, clutching him as he makes use of my poor wall once again, kissing his way up my neck as he drives in and out of me with careless abandon.
He knows how to use his body, and we’re like two teenagers who can’t get enough of each other.
I try to kiss him, but his movements are so rough that I’m worried about bashing our mouths together. That’s one thing I can’t get enough of—how out of control he gets when he goes several hours without seeing me.
He doesn’t stop until I’m crying out his name, and his body stills against mine as he bites down on my neck to muffle any sound he might make.
His fingers are digging into my ass so hard that there are probably going to be fingerprint bruises, but I don’t care.
“Hi,” I say to him, giggling when he laughs against my neck.
He barely came inside before he was tearing my pants off and throwing me against the wall.
“At least round one is out of the way,” he says against my neck, the vibrations of his deep voice eliciting a shudder from me.
“How romantic,” I deadpan, but then I smile as he slowly lowers me back to the floor, pulling out of me at the same time.
He slaps my ass as I head into my room to use my bathroom, and I flip him off without turning around. Ethan Noles is genuinely not romantic, and I’m unsurprisingly happy about that.
I’ve always liked them rough around the edges, but I’ve never been overly fond of the aftermath when things blow up in my face.
After I clean up and put on a pair of comfortable shorts, I find Ethan lounging on my sofa, lazily watching some sports channel.
“Not in my house,” I tell him before swiping the remote.
He doesn’t argue, until I turn on my favorite show, which happens to be a little too feminine. Ethan hates for things to be too feminine.
“Be glad I like your pussy, or I’d be an ass right now and take that remote back.”
“Be still my beating heart. With crass poetry like that, you’re going to ruin me.”
He laughs lightly while sliding in behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist as he kisses his way down my neck.
“You’ve yet to allow me to wow you with my skills. You’re too busy ripping my clothes off like a barbarian and taking over,” I tell him, trying to ignore how good his lips feel.
He grins as he continues to kiss down my neck, and I arch against him when he finds a particular spot behind my ear that hits all the right nerves.
“I’ll let you ‘wow’ me later. It’s not my fault you work all the damn time, and I’m forced to wait.”
“Girl’s gotta earn a living,
” I say absently, glancing at the clock that shows I have to be up in less than seven hours to start the day all over again.