He was undoubtedly big. Not insanely huge or anything but certainly bigger than average. I never thought I’d use the word beautiful to describe a penis, but his was. It was long and hard, and when I felt the softness of the skin wrapped around it and saw the glistening head, I couldn’t help but run my hand up and down his length, my thumb wrapping around the tip and spreading the moisture I found back down the shaft.
“If you keep doing that,” Ethan said through clenched teeth, “I’m going to come in your hand. I don’t really want to do that just yet.”
“Hmm…” I smiled slyly up at him. “Maybe later.”
“You are going to take me over the edge, aren’t you?” Ethan murmured. He made quick work of my buttons and managed to hook both my jeans and panties at the same time, drawing them slowly down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of them, and he walked towards me, pushing me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I lay back, and he crawled over me, seeking my mouth with his.
Ethan kissed over my chin, down my neck, and between the valley of my breasts. He glanced up at me and smiled again before tilting his head to one side and rolling one of my nipples around with his tongue. I moaned and arched my back as he took it fully into his mouth and sucked and licked at my nipple. He reached for the other one and rolled it between two fingers for a minute, then switched and sucked on that nipple as well. I felt his hand run over my breast, then drop lower across my stomach.
My thighs tensed, and I tried to keep my hips from bucking as he moved south, running his fingers below my belly button and then around to the side, not touching me where I wanted him. I moaned again but this time in protest. Ethan chuckled and traced small circles on my inner thigh before he moved back up again.
He slid his fingers down between my legs, running along the outside of my labia and then finding entrance to the folds of flesh covering my core. He teased me with the tip of his finger over my entrance, gathering the moisture there and sliding it upwards, around my clitoris.
“Ethan…oh, yes…”
“You like that?” he w
hispered with his lips still hovering over my nipple. He dipped down between my legs, then to the top once more, circling that most sensitive spot again before he moved back down. “You’re so wet, Ashlyn. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes…please…”
“Did you get wet just thinking about my cock?” he asked, and I inhaled sharply. “Did you know how hard you were making me out there? Running your hands over my tats? Did you know what you were doing to me? All I could think about was getting inside of you. Is that what you wanted? Did you want me so hard I couldn’t think straight?”
I made some sort of incoherent sound. I couldn’t find any intelligible words. I wasn’t expecting Ethan to be such a dirty talker, and his words were affecting me almost as much as his touch.
“Well, it fucking worked; I can tell you that.”
A chill raced up my torso as Ethan pulled his hand away and rolled over to the other side of the bed. I whimpered for a moment and then heard a drawer open and the tearing of cardboard packaging. Ethan rolled back with a condom in his hand, tearing the foil wrapper with his teeth as he collided with my side. I giggled, and he blushed.
“Did you buy those today?” I asked.
“Um, I, uh, I didn’t think….I mean…shit! There is no way for me to answer that question without getting into trouble, is there?”
“Probably not.” I chuckled and shook my head. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“You just said that to get a reaction out of me, didn’t you?” he asked. His eyes narrowed a little, and I bit down on my lip, shrugging my shoulders.
Ethan looked into my eyes and placed his lips softly against mine,. Then that particular smile that was always threatening to make me wet appeared—as if I needed the help now. Then he winked…actually winked at me as he reached down and stroked himself slowly from base to tip and back again before unrolling the condom over his length. With a light touch, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, and his fingers traced around my entrance before slowly guiding his tip to me.
“You’re sure, aren’t you?” he said while his eyes begged me not to make him stop. I nodded quickly because there was nothing I wanted more. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, giving him a better angle.
He sank into me…so…so…slowly, his eyes never straying from mine. I felt myself stretch to let him inside, my body moving in tandem with his until the union mirrored perfection. It felt like forever before he was completely inside of me—and it was the best forever I had ever felt in my life.
It wasn’t because he was big, though that was also quite nice. It wasn’t because of his slow penetration and intense stare. It wasn’t even because of how insanely beautiful he was, hovering over me and looking down at me like he just might have me for dessert.
It was just because it was Ethan.
He shifted his hips back almost as slowly and then he pushed forward again. I looked down, watching the place where our bodies met as he slowly impaled me over and over again.
“Oh…mmm…Ethan…my God…” I heard a variety of mumbled curses and prayers come out of my mouth as he thoroughly made me completely and totally his.
“You are so fucking hot.” Ethan breathed warm air into my ear. “Every time I look at you…and you’re looking down where you can see me enter you…so fucking hot. Do you like watching?”
“Yes…oh, God…Ethan…” I groaned and bucked up against him, meeting each of his slow, purposeful thrusts and watching his considerable length move in and out of me. “So good…”
“I could come just watching you,” he said. He pulled out of me slowly until the tip of his cock was just barely inside my entrance and then slowly pushed back into me until he filled me completely. “So fucking hot.”
“I want you on top.” He moaned into my ear. “I want to see you on top, sliding up and down my cock. I want to watch you fucking me.”