It shouldn’t please her so much to poke at his possessive side—especially since he shouldn’t even have one where she was concerned, but maybe that was why it thrilled her.
Not that they were lacking in forbidden elements in their relationship, she acknowledged dryly.
Then he pulled her legs open and stepped forward, and all remnants of humor fled her mind, replaced momentarily with a sort of final panic. It was about to happen, and her heart was suddenly pounding, her chest tightening.
Ethan paused. Her sudden apprehension must have shown on her face, because his touch gentled, the hands on her ankles moved up her legs to her thighs, and then he knelt down and placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, just above the kneecap. Then, slowly, still touching her with just the tips of his fingers, he trailed the kisses up the inside of her thigh, and the good tension in her lower abdomen began to build again. His tongue darted out, just barely touching her skin and she gasped, bracing her hands on the bed.
“You like that?” he asked warmly, his velvety voice further soothing her nerves.
“Yes,” she said on a sigh.
After making his way up every inch of the inside of her thigh, his face was finally between her legs, and she could feel the pulsing there, simultaneously wanting another taste of that pleasure she had felt in the hotel room, and wanting him to stop and bury himself inside of her.
“I’m ready,” she told him.
“You sure?”
She nodded, and he must have believed her because he straightened, then he reached for her hips, lifting them off the bed and pulling her closer to his arousal.
It was impossible not to tense, even if she wanted him all the way down to her core, and then she felt the tip of him push just inside of her and she took a deep breath, fisting her hands at her sides.
Ethan was watching her face, but the apprehension must have looked less like horror that time because he didn’t stop. With one of his thumbs, he lightly rubbed her hip, almost reassuringly.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside of you,” he told her, pushing just another inch.
Willow couldn’t help smiling a little at that. “Could’ve fooled me.”
Ethan managed a smile, but it looked strained. Then, without further ado, he pushed forward, pushing his whole length inside of her.
It felt almost like relief to Willow. He stayed like that for a moment, letting her body (and maybe her mind) adjust to the invasion.
It was only uncomfortable for a few seconds, then she began to relax, and the fullness inside of her felt less like an invasion, because it was welcome.
After half a minute passed, Willow nodded to let him know she was good.
Still gripping her by the hips, he slowly pulled out of her, then he pushed back in, and the passage went much smoother that time—still tight, but not uncomfortable.
He made a hissing sound as he surged forward the third time, and the look of pleasure on his face fed her pleasure.
“I want you to kiss me,” she said.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Then he nodded, pulling out again, and telling her to move to a different spot on the bed.
After he finished repositioning them, he was on the bed with Willow straddling him. At first she wasn’t sure about the position, but as she lowered herself onto his cock and she saw the tension on his face, she realized she felt more powerful in that position—and she didn’t hate it.
Lifting herself slowly up and down the length of him, not only did it feel really damn good for her, but Ethan finally seemed to be feeling some of her earlier frustration. When she continued the movement but leaned in to kiss him, his mouth crushed against hers hungrily and fire shot through her veins. He didn’t normally seem to be as intensely affected by their kisses, but that time he was—his hands were everywhere, on her breasts, running down her sides, digging into her hips, nearly scoring her back with his nails, but he caught himself before he did and it became a tender caress. Coupled with kissing her like his life depended on it, that fed her own appetite and she sped up, desperate for more friction, wanting everything to be harder and faster, as frantic as the feelings twisting up inside of her.
After a few minutes he stopped her, flipping her onto her back and thrusting inside of her as soon as he could get between her legs. She moaned, closing her eyes for just a moment, relishing the feeling of his whole length inside of her. Then he was pulling out again, establishing a rhythm, but he quickly abandoned it in favor of faster and harder thrusts. Finally he was fucking her so hard, fingers digging into the sides of her thighs, that the bed was moving in time with his thrusts. The pressure inside of her was unbearable, and she wanted to beg for more, but just for the sake of begging—he was already giving her what she was craving.
“Harder, Ethan,” she all but growled, raking her nails down his back.
He threw his head back, closing his eyes and uttering a strained, “Oh, fuck me.”
Willow grinned, feeling a little satisfied with herself, but then somehow he picked up the pace and took her harder, and the feeling that she was about to lose her mind intensified—but the promise of going over the brink was so goddamn delicious, she didn’t even care.
And then she felt it, her muscles convulsing around his cock as her head fell back and she cried out loudly, ecstasy exploding in every one of her nerve endings.
Her body trembled as she went limp. He was still moving between her legs, and she tried to muster the strength to contribute, but before she had to, his body went rigid and he released a groan, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could and reaching his own climax.