“And when you’ve done that, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll still be feeling it tomorrow,” he promises.
Shit, yes. I push him back and turn around, straddling his chest. I shoot him a grin over my shoulder, loving the way his eyes are locked so intensely on me. Then I bend down and tentatively lick the leaking tip of his cock.
Ethan’s hips buck at the feeling and I grip them tightly, preventing him from thrusting up again. I press a kiss on the side of his cock and his entire body shudders. Then I open my mouth and carefully wrap my lips around the top, swirling my tongue down the skin as I bob my head down a little further, his cock sliding past my jaw. I scrape my teeth lightly on it.
“Fuck!” Ethan says, and his hips jerk in my grip.
I laugh and he writhes at the sensation. I suck again, enjoying the sounds Ethan is making as he gasps and pants, muscles locked tight.
Then I feel Ethan’s hands. He rubs his palms on my thighs and I pause, wondering what he’s doing. His hands travel upward, between my legs, and my heart starts to beat faster as I realize what’s about to happen.
“You’ve presented yourself so nicely for me,” Ethan says in a low voice. “Keep sucking me, Georgia, while I touch you.”
His finger dips inside me, caressing within, and I groan deeply around his cock. Shit, this is all so hot, so amazing, and I don’t know want to focus on first. Ethan thrusts his finger slightly further into me, and I lick him in time with his movements, my eyes rolling back as he suddenly adds two more fingers. My hips jerk, meeting his thrusts, my body desperately trying to take more of him in. He crooks his fingers and I gasp on his cock as he hits that spot inside of me that makes pleasure crash through my entire body.
“So beautiful, Georgia,” Ethan groans. “Your body is so responsive to me. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
It’s too much. I wanted to pull an orgasm from Ethan with my mouth alone, but I’m going to fall over the edge too, at this rate. I pull my mouth off his cock and Ethan’s fingers slip out of me before I turn around and lay my body on top of his.
“Fuck me now,” I gasp, and then kiss him, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
Ethan’s arms go around me, and the world spins as he suddenly flips us over, so that I’m lying on the bed and he’s hovering over me. He settles between my legs, pulling them up to wrap around his waist. Then, without warning, he lines up and sinks into my body, breaking the kiss.
“Shit, fuck, god, keep going,” I pant, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
“You feel so good,” Ethan groans.
He sinks in bit by bit, pushing himself down into my body. I can feel his length sliding into me, every ridge an
d bump of his skin. Then, finally, he’s fully seated in me, and I try to catch my breath as I look up at him through the sweaty strands of hair plastered to my forehead. God, I can barely breathe from it all.
“You okay?” Ethan asks.
“More than,” I gasp. “This feels so good. I can feel every inch of you inside me.”
“Good,” he says.
He wriggles a little and I gasp before he pulls out and sinks slowly back in. He sets a torturously slow, gentle pace, his face set in concentration. At first, I thought he was just teasing me, but then I realize that he’s trying not to hurt me, remembering that it’s been a while since I’ve even had a boyfriend.
It’s nice that he’s being considerate. But this isn’t what I want. I want to feel Ethan fucking me hard and deep. I want to still be feeling him inside me long after he pulls out. I tighten my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his shoulder.
“Fuck me harder, Ethan,” I growl. “I want you to fuck me fast and hard, just like you promised.”
Ethan chokes, his eyes searching mine. He must have seen just how much I want this, because his expression darkens with lust, and he pulls out until only the tip is in me, thrusting back in so hard and deep that my entire body jerks.
Then he starts to move. His hips snap back and forth, and I meet his thrusts each time, taking him deep inside me. My world narrows to the connection between us, and all I can think of is keeping him inside me for as long as I can manage, never wanting to stop feeling the pleasure that’s roaring between us. Sweat is pouring down my face and I scrabble at Ethan’s skin, searching for a decent anchor, something to keep me flying away with it all. Ethan’s grip is bruising on my hips, and my body jerks in time with his thrusts.
I needed this. I didn’t know how much I needed it until it was happening. I needed to feel Ethan once more, and part of me is frightened that it will be even more impossible to pull away from him now. But as he moves in and out of me, as our bodies are connected so intimately that I can barely tell where I end and he begins, none of that matters. I can work out everything else in the morning. For now, I just want to feel Ethan and remember the feel and taste of his body, because I know this can’t happen ever again.
“Fuck, more,” I groan.
But my tired body is beginning to falter. My hips move clumsily and I’m gasping sobs at the overwhelming pressure of the heat around us. Ethan’s thrusts, too, are becoming more erratic. We’re reaching the end, chasing the orgasm that is fast approaching.
Then, finally, it hits me so hard that I black out for a second. My chest heaving, I ride it out, barely aware of Ethan shuddering over me, crying out from the force of it. When I come too, Ethan is pulling out of me and collapsing onto the bed beside me, breathing heavily. He’s closing his eyes a lot now, but he rolls onto his side, feeling around for the blankets.
“Stay?” he asks.
I shouldn’t stay. As the pleasure slowly recedes and the enormity of what just happened crashes down on me, I know it would be stupid to stay. But Ethan is looking at me so pleadingly. He’s drunk and he’s tired, and he’s had a huge emotional shock. And, like always, I’m the one that he needs by his side. Not Polly, not some other woman, but me. I’m the one he’s always needed.