His saliva left a cold trail up her back and it made her shiver hard enough that a moan was forced out as well. “Ethan,” his name followed the shuddering moan. “Oh, God, Ethan, yes.”
In reply, he grasped her hair, pulled her head to the side, and buried his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. A sharp, hissing breath rushed through his nose and filled his lungs with her redolent scent.
Gently, he ground his erection against her plump ass. She was aware of it and instinctively rocked her hips and begged him to take her again.
Ethan spread her thighs apart and guided his cock into her waiting warmth. He pushed in. The familiar tightness welcomed him. Jesus. He clenched his teeth. Too good. Too fucking good. With a growl, he thrust his whole erection in.
She yelped.
“Does it hurt? Sorry.”
“Yes. No. Oh fuck, no. Fuck me, Ethan.”
Her reaction made him want to ravage her here and now. She mewled over and over, jerking back against him with the same growing desperation and anticipation.
He grasped her wrists and gripped them tightly then plunged into her with more force than he had the first time.
Her response was something between a pleasure squeal and a scream. “Fuck. I’m so full.”
“You can take me just fine. We just have to do it more often so you can get used to it.”
She made a noise that sounded like a laugh and a moan.
He cooed softly as he fucked her in steady thrusts. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax. Don’t fight it. I promise you only pleasure.”
She did relax and caught on the rhythm. She eagerly thrusted back against him to meet his strokes.
“Susan…” he growled. Ethan tightened his fist on her hair, a low, constant grunt emanating from the depth of his chest. She was well-lubricated now and it made it easier for him to pump faster. Fuck. It felt so fucking good he almost couldn’t help himself to ravage her. He pounded harder. Faster.
Deeper.
She cried out, her hands twisting tightly in the sheet. Her cheeks pressed against the mattress as she chanted his name deliriously.
Ethan was far beyond speech by now. Little by little he surrendered to his inner beast.
“Yes, yes,” she hoarsely screamed. Her head came up the bed, turning sideways, eyes frozen in ecstasy. Judging from her reaction, she was entirely absorbed in this animalistic mating, content to give herself over, body and soul for him.
He grunted. Her submission acted like fuel to flame. He ground and fucked and pounded her with sheer force. Her sweet, prey-like whimper only urged him to fuck her harder. Her pulsing, searing heat around his cock woke something deep inside that he’d never experienced so acutely, so intensely and he couldn’t get enough of it.
Even as he gripped her hips and roared in ecstasy, pumping his thick seed into her, he found himself absorbed in the action alone, his orgasm coming in distant second to the feeling of being so thoroughly joined and mated. His hips seemed to have designs of their own and didn’t even begin to slow down until he drew back from the mind-shattering climax. It was only once he filled her twice more that he began to come down from the frenzy, slowly sliding back and slipping from her.
Bathed with sweat and musk, he eased into the bed beside her. He pulled her limp form into his arms.
She perspired from head to toe, but even then, she still looked so goddamn beautiful. She whispered something but no sound came out. He understood her just fine.
He stroked her hair and gave her a sweet, light, butterfly kiss on her eyelid. At that very moment, he was so consumed with strong emotion that he was sure he couldn’t live without her. Love. Need. More love. It filled every fiber of his being that it almost shook him to his knees.
Ethan kissed her one more time and told her what he really felt.
Chapter Six
Sookie woke up the next morning way past noon in an empty bed with a sore body and even more sore pussy. She heard noise from beyond the bedroom door like someone was busy with the stove. Ethan had been up for quite some time. His side of the bed was cold. She rolled there and sniffed the sheet where his scent was the strongest.
Ethan…
She couldn’t help grinning like an idiot. Ethan was… He just… wow. Who knew a guy like him could be such a magnificent lover? And now, he was hers.
She hoisted herself into a sitting position and groaned. Ugh. She was sticky with dried sweat and semen on her thighs. Her pussy was still throbbing and felt like his dick was somehow still inside her. She hadn’t had a lay in long time, her body must somehow have re-virginized itself. Hah! Silly. But too much fucking can’t be a good thing and now I’m paying the price. I’m surprised I still can walk. She staggered to her feet and trudged her way to the bathroom. She did her womanly business then washed her face in the sink. When she looked in the mirror she saw a disheveled woman staring back. Now, that is a well-fucked woman, she thought. A wicked part of herself cackled maniacally.