Instead of direction, he moved behind her, grasping her hips. For a split second, she thought he was just repositioning her, but then she felt him move behind her, felt him position himself between her legs.
Her body tensed—she couldn’t help it.
As eager as she was for him, when he pushed inside of her from behind, every feminine muscle she had seized up, making it just slightly uncomfortable. He had one hand anchored on her hip, the other lightly moving across her ass. Willow squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the sudden rush of unpleasant sensation gathering in her chest.
Shutting her eyes proved a bad idea, so she quickly opened them again, reminding herself where she was and how much she wanted to be there. Her heart raced, but not in the good way.
It seemed like longer, but it had only been the space of one thrust. She heard Ethan’s voice dimly, but completely missed what he said.
“Hm?” she asked, trying to get it together.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
It made her stomach flutter, but she managed a nod. “Yeah.”
His hand brushed her hip, moved across her stomach, and then he moved it between her legs, but she reached back and grasped his hip before he could.
“No,” she said simply. Then, glancing apologetically over her shoulder, she said, “Sorry, just… not this time, okay?”
“We can switch positions,” he said, withdrawing from her body.
“It’s okay,” she assured him. “I’m fine. Go ahead.”
He hesitated for a moment, then he grasped her hips with both hands and slowly pushed back inside of her.
Bracing herself on her forearms, she pushed back against him to meet his thrusts, and in no time at all, she realized she really was fine—better than fine, it felt fucking fantastic.
He kept his thrusts slow and steady for a minute, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable, but once she got into it she began moaning and pushing back against him with more force.
“Faster,” she said breathlessly, losing her position on the bed and not caring at all. That time when she squeezed her eyes closed, her only thought was Ethan giving her what she wanted.
And he did. Rocking his hips faster, he knocked the breath right out of her and then she was gasping, clawing at the sheets, and crying out, her body convulsing around his cock.
“Fuck,” he breathed, moving inside of her a couple more times and then groaning as he found his own release.
Once she was sure he had finished, Willow collapsed against the bed, her face missing the pillow by a couple inches, but she couldn’t be bothered to move.
“Damn,” she murmured.
The bed creaked as Ethan moved off it, but just a couple seconds later he was back in the bed and climbing beside her. That time she forced her bones to remain steady long enough to move closer to him. Once his arms were secured around her, she collapsed again.
“Okay?” he asked, watching her more closely than she liked.
Exaggerating her dreamy smile to put him at ease, she answered, “Very okay.”
“I wasn’t sure at first.”
Nodding blissfully, she assured him, “It worked out in the end.”
“Don’t be afraid to tell me if you don’t like something we’re doing, okay?”
“I’m not. It’s really okay. It was just—you took me by surprise for a minute. No biggie.”
He squeezed his arm around her, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. She tightened her arm around h
im and closed her eyes, lightly kissing his chest where her face rested.
She didn’t feel completely at peace, but being in his arms certainly made her feel safer.