Our gazes lock, and I’m filled with such an intense love for him, it makes me feel emotional. “I want to make love to you.”
Ethan blinks, his mouth opening and closing, then he frowns. “Are you ready for that? I don’t want to mess things up between us.”
I know he’s worried. But my need for closure and to be with Ethan in the most intimate way gives me the courage to take the next step.
“I’m ready.” I press a soft kiss to his mouth. “As long as it’s with you, I’m ready.”
Ethan brushes my hair away from my face, his eyes searching mine. His fingers keep trailing over my hair, the touch tender.
“What’s our safe word?”
My lips part as I whisper, “Pause.”
His gaze softens even more on me. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I nod as I start to lean closer. “Yes.” My lips graze his, my one hand sliding up to the side of his neck. “Yes, Ethan.”
The kiss doesn’t turn wild like I hoped it would. Instead, Ethan kisses me like I’m fragile and precious, only making me more emotional.
“Talk dirty to me,” I murmur against his lips.
Ethan pulls back, his eyes darting over my face. “Really?”
“Yeah, or I’m going to cry, and then the whole night’s ruined. Just be yourself. You don’t have to treat me like I’ll break.”
He gives me a tender smile, then it starts to change into the hot grin that does things to my insides. “You want hot and dirty, baby?”
“Yes. Please.”
He lets out a bark of laughter right before his mouth takes mine. Ethan pushes me onto my back, his body moving over mine like a crashing wave, right before he kisses the ever-loving shit out of me.
There’s nothing tender about the way his lips claim mine. His tongue strokes hard against mine before sweeping through my mouth as if he’s claiming every single inch.
A satisfied moan drifts from me. Ethan starts tugging my shirt up, and we break apart so I can lift my arms for him to pull the fabric over my head.
Instead of kissing me again, his mouth finds my neck, and I’m pushed back onto the bed again, the comforter bundled to the side. Ethan sucks and licks at my skin, tingles rippling over my body.
He moves down, his lips hot on me. When a burst of air hits my nipple, my abdomen tightens, the sensation making me feel needy between my legs.
“Fuck, I love your breasts,” he groans right before he brushes his mouth over the hard bud. His teeth tug at the sensitive flesh, sending a streak of lightning through me. My back arches, offering myself to him. His tongue darts out, tasting my skin, then he sucks me into the heat of his mouth, his tongue lashing over my nipple.
Oh, God.
I moan my approval, my hands finding his hair, twisting in the thick strands.
Ethan spends minutes worshiping my breasts until my entire body trembles with need for him. All my attention’s focused on him, my skin reveling in every single touch, my eyes devouring the sight of Ethan’s lips and tongue tasting me, the sound of our breaths the only thing I hear.
Lifting his head, he grins at me, the lust in his eyes setting my skin on fire. He’s never looked hotter.
His hand trails down my side, goosebumps following his touch. Ethan shifts up until his face hovers above me. His chest presses to mine, skin on skin, the feel of him amazingly hot. His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my leggings, brushing softly over me before his palm covers me. It sends another electric shock through me, my legs spreading wider for him.
Lowering his head, our mouths greedily meet, falling so deep into our connection, intimacy spins a cocoon around us, wrapping us up in our love.
My hands explore his broad shoulders, sliding down his back until I reach his trim waist. He groans into my mouth, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. My fingers follow the dips and swells of each muscle, drawing another groan from him.
His finger pushes inside me, and he holds me tightly between my legs as if he’s trying to imprint me on his palm. It makes me feel owned, stoking the fire inside me.
“Fuck,” he breathes against me. “I love how wet you get for me.” More heat pours through my veins. “So fucking hot.”
He starts to rub me, my abdomen coiling like a live wire. Ethan devours my mouth, his kiss wild and claiming, while his hand pushes me closer to the edge.
My hips buck, grinding harder against his palm. His finger curls inside me, ripping a gasp from my lips. My body tenses, my fingers digging into his lower back. I let out a needy whimper right before light explodes through me, shining so bright I’m blinded while rocking wildly against his hand.