Instead of confirming or denying that, her hand moved inward even more until she was rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans.
Ethan leaned his head back and closed his eyes as his pants became uncomfortably tight. Willow shifted, turning so that she had a better angle, and then climbed on top of him, hiking her dress up so she could straddle him.
His hands found her thighs, pushing up under the dress and cupping his hand between her legs. Smiling a little, she reached for the button of his jeans.
“I thought I was here for dinner,” he managed.
“You are. Why not have a little dessert first?” She flashed him her minx-like smile and then she was kissing him, and God help him, he locked his arm around her waist, pulling her close, and kissed her back.
With his hand between her legs he went for her panties—only to find she wasn’t wearing any. Groaning against her mouth, he slid a finger inside of her and she moaned, catching his bottom lip between her teeth and lightly biting him.
Pulling back from the kiss, he leaned in to brush his lips along the curve of her neck as she tilted it to give him better access. “Did you invite me here to fuck you?”
“Maybe,” she whispered, shoving her fingers through his hair. “Would you complain if I did?”
In lieu of an answer, he pushed a second finger inside of her, causing her to squirm in his lap.
Since his hand was already around her back and that dress was just begging to be stripped off of her, he went for the zipper, watching her face as he tugged it halfway down her back.
“Take the top part off,” he commanded.
She smiled at that, and proceeded to do just what he asked, tugging the sleeves off so that her black lacy bra was the only thing hiding her breasts.
“Now the bra.”
Squirming a little as he continued to toy with her, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, removing it and tossing it in the floor.
Sighing just a little, he realized he had missed those, too. Leaning forward, he caught her right nipple in his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue.
She only let him continue to taste her for another minute, then she pulled back and said, “Wait, I want to try something.”
Withdrawing his fingers from between her legs, he watched as she climbed off the couch and into the floor, getting down on her knees. Then she went for his jeans, tugging them and the underwear beneath them down to his ankles.
His cock was happy to have its freedom, and even happier when she curled her fingers around it and shoved her hair back over her shoulder. It became ecstatic when she bent and took the tip in her mouth, a bit tentatively at first, but then she pulled back, licked her lips, and slid her mouth over half of his length.
“Oh, fuck,” he ground out as she took more of him into her mouth, finally easing down until he could feel his cock at the back of her throat.
Willow moaned, moving slowly at first, but before long she was picking up the pace. She actually seemed enthusiastic, and much faster than he was used to, he felt his climax approaching. He reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder to warn her, and she sped up even more. And then he was coming, one hand tightening on her shoulder, the other gripping the couch cushion, and she kept her mouth around him, taking every last bit.
While he rested against the back of the couch to recover, Willow pulled the top of her dress back on and zipped it up, leaving her bra in the floor. Then she got on the couch, curling her legs up beneath her, and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a swallower,” he stated, reaching over to take her hand.
She gave his hand a little squeeze and said, “Spitting isn’t ladylike.”
He choked on a burst of laughter. “I’ve never heard that before.”
“Well, now you know,” she replied easily.
Regaining some of his strength, he leaned forward and tilted his head so he could place a little kiss on top of her head. “Thank you.”
She made an affirmative noise and they stayed just like that for a few minutes, no words, just companionable silence and cuddling.
Finally, she said she would be right back and headed to the bathroom, so he took the opportunity to get himself fully dressed again.
Of all the possibilities he had thought of on his way over, that had not been one of them. In dreams a couple times, but definitely not in real life.
When Willow emerged, she stopped behind the couch, placing a hand on his shoulder and telling him she would be back, she needed to go check on dinner.