She yanked the straps down, then undid the hooks on her bra and let it drop. The scrunchy came off and she shook her hair out.
He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts, their tips rosy and pointed, begging for him. Yet he couldn’t give into the urge. This wasn’t just about sex. This was about more. He needed her to know this was more.
She grabbed his head again and gently pushed him toward her, showing him what she so desperately wanted. His fingers at her core were already soaked with her arousal. Still, he resisted. “Say it.”
This was the only way he’d get full honesty out of her, not all the half-truths and deflections. Even if it killed him, he’d stop now unless she told him exactly what she wanted from him in explicit detail, so she could never deny this crazy heat between them later.
She finally sobbed out, “I want you to put your mouth there, then open it and suck hard.”
“Like this?” he said, then did exactly as she’d asked. The taste of her desire flooded his mouth, and he groaned at the sweetness.
“Yes!” Her grip on his head tightened, her back arching. Her breasts trembled, and he loved her for the honest response of her body.
“Use your tongue on me,” she begged. “Please.”
He ran his tongue over the tight little bud. Her muscles tightened, her legs shaking. She was close, but not quite. He wasn’t through with her yet. She wasn’t coming until she screamed his name.
She undulated her hips, timed to each strong pull of his mouth. She drenched his fingers near her entrance, and he accidentally brushed his index finger there.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
“Not god, darling,” he said against her clit. “It’s just me.”
“Yes, yes.” She rolled her hips, trying to get his fingers inside her. “Damn it, Ethan, put your finger there.”
“Where?” he asked, pulling back.
“Deep inside me.”
He put it inside her, taking his time. God, she was so slick, so tight. Hi
s cock throbbed, demanding to be inside of her instead of his damned finger.
“Another one,” she said.
He obliged and watched her ride them mindlessly, while he continued to lick and suck on her clit. He could feel her orgasm build higher and higher. She now stood at the precipice. All she needed was a little bit more push, and—
He lessened the pressure on her clit. She sobbed. “Oh my god, Ethan. Please.”
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Look at me.”
She looked down at him, her eyes completely glazed and near-black with passion, while her hips still pumped back and forth on his fingers. His gut clenched. He wanted to thrust inside her, claim her hard and fast.
It didn’t matter whether she wanted to go to parties with him or not. She was his and his alone. He’d make her see that now, even if it killed him.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said. “Say it.”
“Yes. I’m going to come for you.” Her dark eyes looked into his. “Only you.”
He cursed, unable to hold back any longer. He gave her what she so needed, his mouth and tongue hard on her clit. And she came completely apart.
“Ethan!”
Her body shook, the powerful wave of climax hitting her. He didn’t let her have just one. No. She deserved more for her honest response, her stark passion.
When the second orgasm crashed into her, she almost fell, going boneless. He caught her in his hands, placing her gently on the thick carpet. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, half-dazed. “Oh my god, Ethan.”
His cock ached, his balls painfully tight and full. She was nude in his arms, while he hadn’t even undressed.