Chapter Fifteen
Charity felt as if a storm had grabbed hold of her. Ethan ravished her mouth with hard, passionate kisses that wickedly stirred the heat inside her body. She slipped her hands under his banyan, coasting her hands over the sleek, elegant muscles of his chest and shoulders. He groaned into her mouth, and she responded with a whimper of want. The room spun, and she dazedly realized he had lifted her into his arms. She clung to him, breaking their kiss to breathe raggedy against his mouth. He set her down near the bed, the back of her knees brushing the edge. With impatient hands, he removed her jacket and waistcoat, tossing them to the ground. Her shirt followed, and something quite thrilling, even a bit unnerving, hooked into her belly as he stared at her naked breasts.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he said, bending to lick over her nipple.
Charity jerked under the hot lash of his tongue and the pleasure that was tightening low in her belly. With a low sensual growl, he hugged her about the waist, holding her steady, as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.
A strange heat washed through her body and she cried out at the alarming pleasure. “Oh God, Ethan!”
Charity shivered when he released her breast from his mouth and trailed hot kisses over her quivering belly. He stooped and removed her boots and stockings. Ethan then stood and shrugged from the banyan, standing gloriously naked before her.
“Ethan,” she breathed, reaching out a fingertip to trace the slight line of hair from his chest down to his navel. He was so powerfully and beautifully formed with sculpted muscles. Even his abdomen was hard, and his thighs thick and carved like that of a statue. “You are so perfectly lovely.”
Her gaze settled on the part of him that hung hard and heavy between his thighs. Recalling the erotic literature she had recently read, she reached out and traced the tip of her fingers over his manhood.
“I’ve read this is called your cock.”
He groaned, his eyes glittering with harsh desire.
Ethan tugged her to him and nipped at her lower lip, startling a gasp from Charity. “Did you know every night since you left Dorset, I’ve dreamed of you.”
She kissed the corner of his mouth and murmured, “I dreamt of you too.”
She stepped away from him, her hands going to undo the buttons of her trousers. The raw hunger and anticipation in his eyes suddenly made her feel willful…teasing. Her mouth quirked in a grin, and his eyes narrowed.
“Charity…” he began warningly.
With a low laugh, she turned and ran. She had barely taken a step; she felt the weight of him coming down on her as he tackled her to the bed. She giggled, inexplicably delighted with their sensual play, her senses aroused and aching with want.
Sprawled on her belly, the weight of him covering her back like a sensual blanket. When Charity attempted to turn over, she moaned to feel his mouth kissing over her shoulder blades and down to her back. Each press of his mouth against her flesh was like fire. When he reached her hips, he snaked his hands beneath her to unfasten the buttons, then tugged them down. With a small whimper, she arched a little so he could slide the material over her rump. However, he did not remove the trousers in their entirety, hooking them at her knees. Then to Charity’s shock, he arched her slightly on her knees, so her derriere was posed in the air and widened her legs.
The provocativeness, scandalous, and vulnerable nature of the position had her entire body blushing with mortified but suddenly lustful need. His hands cupped her buttocks, squeezing softly. His lips touched the sensitive skin of her buttocks, and she groaned at the light caress, wanting to squeeze her thighs against the ache building deep inside her body and her throbbing center.
Teeth nibbled along the curvatures of her buttocks and dipped lower. Her scream into the sheets when he lasciviously widened her legs as much as the trousers would allow to lick her quim exploded unfettered from Charity. Heat burst where his mouth lasciviously connected with her sex. She curled her fingers around the sheets, twisting them. Heat, such wicked, wanton fire licked over her body as she bucked sinuously atop his sheets, and he pleasured her in a manner that was most assuredly depraved and so very improper.
Another lick. Another nibble, then that carnally cruel suck of her nub that had her climbing his bed to no avail to escape his diabolical mouth. A sob of want and anticipation escaped from her lips. Yet that lustful part of her that was moaning with need did not want him to stop. This was so much more carnal and shocking than their first time, and her entire body pulsed with a wretched, desperate need. She wanted more of his tongue, more of that dark wanton heat spearing through her. Her breasts ached, and she shifted slightly atop the sheets in hopes of easing the ache, but that small motion only made her body quiver with arousal.
“Ethan,” she cried softly when he used his mouth to kiss her pussy as if he were devouring her mouth.
The pleasure was more than she could bear. She felt feverish and desperate. Something hot coiled tight in her belly and spread down to that nub of pleasure. Oh God! Charity gripped the pillows and arched her back, pushing her mortifyingly wet sex firmly against his mouth as the pressure swelled. It was raw sexual instinct that had her splaying her legs as wide as the trousers trapping her legs would allow and arching her back in a deep curve.
A rumble of pleasure vibrated against her quim, and then Ethan flicked his tongue over her clitoris before sucking hard until she thought she would expire from the exquisite torment. Charity had no breath to scream, trembling as the heat pulsed deep between her thighs. The pressure drew impossibly tight in her belly burst, her body trembled, and when she tried to move off his mouth, move off his devastating tongue, he gripped her hips, continuing to lick her center, and shattered her once more. She quaked, caught in a storm of passion and the release that seemed to carry on forever.
She had barely come down from the terrible pleasure when he held her firmly into the position she had arched and came over her with his body. Immediately she was surrounded by his masculine strength and warmth. His cock nudged at her entrance and forged inside her body. The feeling of being stretched to allow him egress was almost unpleasant, but somehow, he reached under her arched hips and squeezed her clitoris.
Oh God. Ripples of pleasure started to build, and Ethan slowly pulled from her and sank back into her heat with shocking strength. There was a tinge of pain, but there was an almost thrilling pleasure. So much pleasure. He kissed her shoulder blades and peppered soft lustful praises as he rode her to another release.
He came down on his elbow over her, his body blanketing hers even more. The heat and power of him against her back only stimulated her senses more. She turned her head to meet his lips in a kiss that she felt down to her soul. It was deep and hungry and spoke of the fire that burned brightly between them.
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Ethan felt lostin the carnal pleasure he and Charity were wrapped in. He had already brought her to release three times, and yet he wanted more. If this was their last time together as lovers, he wanted every kiss and touch to be imprinted on her heart. Burned into his heart, never to be erased.
With a groan, he pushed his cock to the hilt, almost expiring on the spot when she rolled her hips with a sinuous motion. Fuck! Curving his hand around her, he lifted her upward, so she sat atop him, her back slick with sweat rubbing against his.
“Ride me, Charity,” he whispered, kissing the curve of her neck.
She lifted her hands to wrap around his neck, pushing her breasts out in a perfect arch. He cupped them, gently rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His Charity whimpered, growing even wetter on his cock, yet still choking his pleasure from him. He sat back on his haunches, gripped her hips and slid her up and down on his cock, showing her how to ride them both to satisfaction.