“Like what you see?” Ethan smirks.
I lick my lips slowly. His eyes follow my tongue.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Take off the jeans next.”
Ethan hooks his thumbs under the hem of his jeans, thrusting his hips out to show me how hard he is. I twitch, leaning forward, and he takes a step back with a teasing laugh.
“Not yet,” he says.
He pops the button of his jeans and then teases the zipper down. His jeans are almost molded to his muscular legs. He pushes the heavy material over his hips and then turns around, bending over so that his boxers are stretched tight across his butt, slowly dragging each leg of his jeans off. My eyes are on him, transfixed by each of his actions, desperate for him to stop and yet never wanting to finish watching him.
Slowly, he stands up again and stretches, his back flexing as he raises his arms above his head. He shoots me a wink over his shoulder and, in one smooth move, pushes his boxers down and kicks them away. Then he turns around, his cock standing tall and proud, leaking slightly as he moves toward me.
“Do you like what you see now?” He asks.
“So much better,” I grin.
I slide off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him, reaching up to wrap my hands around his hips. I look up at him; his pupils are dilated as he stares down at me, knowing what I’m going to do next.
“Last time I promised to suck everything out of you before you fucked me, but you almost drove me over too,” I say, and breathe gently over his twitching cock, making him groan. “This time, I’m going to make good on that promise.”
My tongue darts past my lips and I lick his cock from the tip and then down the length. Ethan’s hips buck under my hold and he pants, his eyes rolling backward from the sensation. I grin and then open my mouth, wrapping my lips gently around just the top of his cock, tasting the salty leakage there. I swirl my tongue thoughtfully around the liquid and hum, sending vibrations down the entire length.
“Shit,” Ethan hisses above me, and his hands tangle in my hair, tugging slightly at it.
I groan at the feeling and Ethan shivers as the sound goes straight through him, his knees weakening slightly before he manages to catch himself. His hips twitch under my grip, wanting to buck forward, so I take more of his cock into my mouth and I scrape my teeth lightly on it, suckling gently. Ethan gasps and jerks.
It’s amazing to see him coming so undone under my ministrations. I’m the one that’s doing this to him. I’m the one he can’t resist. In this moment, he isn’t thinking about anything else other than me and the way that I’m touching him. I want to keep his attention on me forever, if I can. It’s heady to feel his gaze on me and know that I’m the only other person in the world to him in this moment.
I take more of his cock into my mouth, licking all around it like a lollipop . It’s twitching and shaking, and I know he’s very close to coming. His grip tightens in my hair, and I breathe in through my nose sharply, groaning deeply around his cock. Then I give one hard suck and Ethan shudders violently before coming.
I lap at the salty taste of his coming, sucking it all out of him as I promised. He’s twitching under my hands, groaning. When there’s no more, I release his flaccid cock and sit back, breathing hard. Ethan turns and crashes down on the bed, trying to catch his breath, and I stand so I can slide onto the bed beside him.
“Fuck, Georgia,” Ethan says with a breathy laugh. “That was amazing.”
I smile but don’t say anything, reaching over and sliding my hands over his chest. I’m not done yet. There’s still more yet, for us to do. Ethan’s breath shudders under my touch, his skin still overly sensitive after his orgasm.
He doesn’t stop me though, which I was half afraid of. He just watches me with intense eyes, tracking my every movement. Then, slowly, he leans in toward me and kisses me.
Our tongues tangle and Ethan?
??s hands find my hair once more, his fingers massaging my scalp. I map out the inside of his mouth, familiarizing myself with all the dips and ridges, and then suck his tongue into my mouth so he can do the same. While we kiss, my hands wander downward until I find his twitching cock and slowly start stroking it.
It doesn’t take much. Ethan is still on edge, and his nerves are likely sparking everywhere. Before long, his cock starts filling and he’s trembling with anticipation as he presses close to me, biting and sucking. We break apart, needing air, and he pushes me back, making my hands fall from him as I bounce onto the bed, my hair curtaining around my head, and look up at him.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says.
I shiver at the promise in his voice. I wonder how much better it will be to have him inside me while knowing that he’s chosen to keep touching me.
“Fuck me hard, Ethan,” I say.
I can almost see memory reflecting in his eyes. Last week, I demanded that he fuck me hard, wanting to feel everything that’s happening. I need that this time too. I need to know that he’s there, inside me. I need to feel every inch of him as he fucks me deeply.
Ethan dips his head down and presses kisses along my jaw as his hands pull my legs apart so he can settle between them. I angle my head back to give him better access, and he licks at my fluttering pulse before sucking lightly on it. He pulls himself toward me, kneeling over me on the bed, and I look up at him, trying to beg him with my eyes to do something, because the anticipation of just laying here and waiting for it is killing me. I reach out and grab his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, and his hands settle on my hips as he slowly lines himself up against my body and pushes the tip of his cock into me.
He goes slowly, despite my demand. I know he’s teasing me, getting me back for making him orgasm before. I groan and try to thrust my hips toward him, but Ethan’s grip is firm, preventing me from moving. Inch by inch Ethan slides into me, and his face is a picture of concentration as he struggles not to slide straight home.
“Shit, Ethan, please, I need more,” I groan.