His hands go to my hips and pin me to the bed. He takes his time dragging his lips down my torso. He plants a kiss just below my belly button. Then lower. Lower.
His tongue slides over my clit. My body screams with pleasure. That voice in my head, the one that believes I deserve only pain after the way I failed Asher, nags at me.
I try to shake it off, but that doesn't work. My hands go to Ethan's hair. "Bite me, Ethan." I press my thigh against his cheek.
He drags his mouth to my thigh. His teeth scrape against my skin. It's light. Barely hurts. He bites harder. Harder. Hard enough it stings.
"Fuck." I tug at his hair. "Don't stop."
He bites me again. Again. It hurts but in a way that feels fucking good. There's something soothing about the pain. It opens me up. It makes me believe I've earned the pleasure he's going to give me.
He drags his lips back to me. His mouth consumes me.
My eyelids flutter closed. I cup the back of his head, arching my hips to match his movements. He's fucking good at this.
Pleasure spreads through my pelvis. It pools between my legs. He licks me everywhere then he focuses right where I need him the most.
My sex clenches with tension. Almost.
Almost.
With the next flick of his tongue, I go over the edge. Pleasure spreads through my torso as my sex pulses with an orgasm.
I scream his name. It encourages him. It keeps his mouth on me.
He licks me again, again, again. Within moments, that tension is building again. It's intense and hard. It aches in the best possible way.
His grip tightens against my hips. His movements get harder, faster.
"Fuck, Ethan." I dig into his hair. I shift my hips against him.
Pleasure overtakes me. I lose my ability to form a conscious thought. My orgasm is heavy, intense, amazing. I scream his name again and again.
He moves faster. His body plants on top of mine. His lips find mine. He kisses hard and deep. Then he's straining against me.
Ethan's eyes meet mine.
It's there in his eyes— he needs my heart and my mind as much as he needs my body.
I spread my legs wider. I'm not sure what I'm offering him— my body, my heart, my mind, all of the above.
At the moment, I don't care. I need him, whatever I can get.
He holds my gaze as he enters me. I'm wet enough to take every inch of him.
Damn, he feels good.
Not like this is a fling.
Like I'm finally whole.
I wrap my legs around his hips. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. And I kiss him.
I kiss him like his lips are the only thing I've ever wanted.
He kisses back as he thrusts into me. My hips move with his. My lip
s move with his. My tongue dances with his.