Ethan glanced off to the side, blushing and shaking his head at himself. He looked back at me and reached out for my hand, which he used to pull me into a sitting position in front of him. He placed both of his hands on my shoulders and then slowly trailed the tips of his fingers over the outsides of my arms, then over to my hips and back up again around the front, barely brushing over my breasts and nipples on their way back up to my shoulders, to my neck, to my jaw.
He leaned in and ran his lips over mine, and I reached out with my tongue to taste him and then sucked the silver loops through his lip into my mouth, making him groan. I ran my hand across his stomach and then lower, wrapping around his shaft and stroking it.
“That feels so good,” he mumbled with his lips still on my mouth. I bit down gently and felt his hands tighten against my flesh. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”
“Take me,” I offered simply, because there wasn’t anything I wanted more at that moment. Ethan rose up on his knees a bit and guided me backwards until I was lying on the bed again. He pulled back a little.
“Do you, um, have any condoms?”
Chapter 21—Resolve
“Yes,” I said, snickering, “in the top drawer of the dresser.”
He looked at me incredulously.
“Did you just buy them today, knowing I was going to come over?” Ethan started laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. I turned bright red, pushed him backwards so he fell against the mattress, and climbed on top of him. I smacked his chest and yelled at him to shut up, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he wrapped his long arms around me, and I was suddenly on my back again with Ethan’s smiling face above me.
“You are obnoxious!” I said to him.
“Moi?” Ethan placed his hand in the middle of his bare chest, feigning innocence. “You started it.”
“What did I do?”
“Made me feel like a complete letch for having condoms in the first place,” he said. “And now I find out you have a whole pile of them in your underwear drawer!”
“How do you know that’s my underwear drawer?”
“All women keep their underwear in their top drawer,” Ethan replied with a wink. He jumped off me and yanked open the top dresser drawer, which was, in fact, full of my underwear. I saw him glance around at the drawer’s contents before turning back and winking at me. “I knew it!”
“Shut up!” I laughed.
“At least it isn’t an economy box of five hundred or anything.” Ethan smirked as he turned the small box of condoms over in his hands.
“You did not just say that!” I grabbed one of the pillows and tossed it at him. It went wide and would likely have broken my table lamp if Ethan hadn’t caught it.
“Good to remember—Ashlyn’s aim sucks.” Ethan tapped his left temple.
“You better stop that, or I’m going to find some schoolwork to do!”
“I don’t think you really want to do that.” Ethan turned and fixed his intense stare at me, then slowly raised his hand, holding a single square package between his fingers. He raised the corner to his mouth, then bit down, tearing the top edge with his teeth. Using two fingers, he pulled the condom from its packaging and held it up for me to see.
All the comedic feelings disappeared as I watched him lower his hands until they reached the base of his cock. He wrapped his long fingers around himself, slowly stroking up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly. I could have sworn I heard him moan a little. His other hand touched the tip of his cock with the condom, and then both hands worked together to slowly unroll it down his shaft. As soon as it was properly in place, Ethan leapt from the floor to the bed, covering me instantly with his body, his hands, his mouth.
And just like that, we went from playful and silly to intense and all-consuming. He covered my body with his hands, and his hot breath on my shoulder mimicked my own panting. He found the skin on my neck with his lips, and the cool metal of the lip rings made me shiver when they touched me. I moved my hand around from his back to his front, letting my fingers trace over one of his nipple rings, flicking it with my thumb along the way.
“I want to—no, need to—be inside you,” Ethan whispered into my ear. “I need you…so much.”
“Please…” I echoed his sentiments. “Don’t wait. Please…”
Just like the first time, he guided himself into my body and entered me so, so slowly, gently and tenderly, it was almost enough to make my cry. Once he was completely encompassed, he dropped his forehead to my chest and breathed against my skin, trying to calm himself.
“Shit, Ashlyn. You feel so good...so right.”
I tilted my hips, pushing up against him and driving him the smallest fraction deeper. He gasped and reached down to grasp my hip with one hand, while he placed the other next to my head for balance. I looked up into his eyes as he started to move inside me, rocking smoothly u
p against my clit and making little moans come out of my mouth with each of his lengthy, thorough thrusts. After a very short time, I felt the tension building within me, and I tightened my hold on his shoulders as he moved only slightly faster, swiveling his hips as he reached my depths.
“You like that, baby?”