It’s just me and him.
He tugs me onto his lap and I can feel his hardness through his pants, pressing against my center. His hands grab my ass and encourage me to grind down on him. I’ve never done anything so bold before, and yet it’s exhilarating, knowing I’m giving him pleasure, knowing that sends a shudder down my own spine, knowing where this night is going.
Am I going to lose my virginity tonight? The idea scares me a little because I’ve had so little time to prepare, but I want it. I’ve known for a long time that I want Ethan to be the one to take my virginity.
He’s growling like an animal against my lips as I grind against him. I know I must be doing something right because he holds me tight and I feel his cock growing in his pants even more than I thought was possible. Now he’s hard as a rock and I get this sudden urge to tell him I want him to fuck me.
But I want to enjoy every single moment of this night. I want to slow down, to take my time to explore, to figure out what I like. I want him to touch me intimately more than anything, but I want to savor every second. I remind myself that the sex can wait. I’ll bet there are a lot of things he can do with his hands and mouth that will be just as incredible.
“God, I want you, August,” Ethan snarls. The beast inside him seems to have been released, untamable now that he’s on the loose. But I don’t want to cage him. I want to experience him go wild, truly letting go of his inhibitions. I like that it’s me that’s brought this side of him out. I like that I can drive him this wild.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but he hears me. He lets out a long groan and snatches my body up, holding me like I weigh less than a feather. I never thought a man would be able to lift me up like this, but he makes it look easy.
We kiss as he carries me through his apartment. I know we’re finally going to the place where the magic is going to happen. I’m wet between my legs just at the thought of it. Then again, I’m always turned on when Ethan is around or I even think of him. It’s like all of my wildest dreams are coming true in one go. After all, how long have I fantasized about this? This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
His bedroom smells distinctly of him, of a real man, and musk, and it turns me on.
As he throws me down on the bed, I let out a gasp, my heart pounding and my lungs gasping for air. My body can’t handle what’s happening. How is it going to react when he takes this to another level? I’m going to come undone completely.
“I need to see you,” Ethan growls. “I need to see your beautiful body.”
I sit up on the bed, nervously reaching for the zip at the back of my dress. I’m shaking as I get to my feet and he watches with hungry eyes as I pull the zipper down. The dress comes loose on my body and before I can change my mind, I shrug it off, letting it fall in a puddle around my feet. Beneath, I’m only wearing skimpy lace underwear. Ethan groans at the sight before him, his eyes full of lust.
“Fuck, August. You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he snarls. He moves to me, grabbing my waist. My first thought is that he must be disgusted by my body, my endless curves, and my soft stomach that make me so different from him. His body is toned, chiseled. What would he want with a woman like me?
But touching my waist only seems to drive him wilder, kissing my neck desperately and sending a shudder down my spine. His hands slide around my back and then down to grip my ass, pulling my body into his. I can’t believe that I’ve shown myself to him and it’s made him want me more. My body hasn’t tamed his lust but instead fanned the flames of it.
Slowly my self-consciousness slips away as I start to moan. In the dim light of his bedroom, I grapple for the buttons on his shirt, wanting to level the playing field. He’s seen my body, now I want to see his. I’ve dreamed of his sculpted torso a million times, of running my fingers over the hardened ridges of his torso…
And now I can.
His lips find mine as I struggle with the final button on his shirt and then push it off his shoulders. I gasp as his body is revealed to me. He’s so unlike me, his entire body looks like it’s carved from stone down to the finest details. In comparison, my body feels abstract, unfinished. But when his lips move from mine to kiss my breasts, I forget that we’re different. Who cares if I’m abstract? He’s making me feel like a work of art anyway.