She didn’t understand how it could just keep getting better. And when she picked up the rhythm, driving her pelvis back and into him, Ethan eased off the thrusts, letting Delaney set the pace while his hands roamed. One hand moved around to her mound, creating a pillowlike pressure for her clit. The other cupped her breast, his fingers fanning over her nipple.
“You feel like heaven.” His rough voice whispered down her neck, his tongue followed, then his teeth, all while his hands stimulated her hot spots and his cock tapped that place inside her that made her wild.
“Jesus . . . ,” she breathed, unable to believe what he could make her body do.
“Punch it, baby.” The arm around her hips gave a tug, drawing her into his cock harder, and her pleasure multiplied.
“Holy shit . . .”
“Hard and fast,” he coached at her ear, pumping his hips to her rhythm. “The harder, the faster, the better.”
He was right. And the harder and faster she pumped, the harder and faster he thrust.
The orgasm came roaring at her, a huge wave of pleasure rising slow, thick, and hot. The wave rolled and gathered momentum and force but didn’t break, leaving Delaney suspended in an excruciating kind of pleasure that immobilized her body and shut down her mind.
Ethan took over, digging his fingers into her hips and hauling her back against him. Delaney’s hair fell over her face. Her mouth dropped open, but her breath had caught and sounds ebbed only when Ethan pounded them out of her.
His sweaty hands slipped, and he lost his grip.
“Oh, God.” She dropped her head forward, gritted her teeth, and dug her nails into the footboard as he repositioned his hands. Her entire body filled and swirled with sensation. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t sto—”
He found his grip and thrust again.
Everything coalesced, and the orgasm came to a swift sharp peak. A cry rose from her throat only to be cut off by convulsions of intense, decadent pleasure sweeping through her body. Her mind blanked to everything but the ecstasy.
Ethan’s grip relaxed. He curled around her, his cheek pressed to her back, his hands stroking her hips where his fingers had been digging in. “You’re amazing,” he murmured between quick breaths, wrapping his arms around her middle. “Everything . . . a man could . . . ever want.”
Delaney’s sluggish mind registered a blip, but that was all she could manage. And while she lay there with Ethan wrapped around her, still filling her, a yearning she’d never experienced swamped her. The yearning to be loved this completely—not just sexually, but emotionally, mentally, and physically. To be unconditionally loved to the all-encompassing degree their sex had reached.
And even as the thought formed, Delaney acknowledged the futility of such a desire. She may as well wish for a unicorn. A sharp stab of pain cut through her stomach. The emotional euphoria was long gone, but her body was still drifting down from the clouds. Only now she felt a new hollow spot at the center of her chest.
She lifted her head and slowly sat up, still panting, covered in sweat and dizzy. Ethan moved with her, equally sweaty and out of breath, but Delaney quickly realized once she’d straightened, he was still hard.
“Holy shit.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Did you—”
“Yep.” His grin was ridiculously bright and proud. “I can officially say it takes me about sixty seconds to get hard enough for a second round. At least with you.”
Delaney’s laughter made her fall forward, but Ethan had a firm hold on her, allowing her to relax into his arms. “I suppose you’d like to use that little gem.”
His head came up, and he narrowed his eyes. “Little?”
She started laughing again. “Stop. I’m already having enough trouble breathing.”
His teeth closed on the skin of her neck with a growl as he pushed up on his knees, lifting his hips into hers. “Let’s give you a damn good reason for that.”
“Oh my God,” she said, her voice weak. “Ethan, no. I can’t come again. Take care of yourself this round.”
“I’m taking care of you tonight, remember?” he murmured in her ear, pulling her upright and fully onto his cock. He slid so deep, she pulled in a small gasp of discomfort. The kind of discomfort that pleased as much as it hurt. “Feel that? You’re so relaxed and so wet, it’s going to be even better this time.”
She turned her head, lips parted to argue exhaustion, but he kissed her quiet. “I’ve got you. Just move with me. I’ll do all the work.”
The
n he lifted again, using his quads to push and his gluts to thrust. She was so wet, he slid easily, and the slick glide was a luscious turn-on. He started slow, his movements sensual, his hips undulating smoothly, creating a consistent, easy glide of his cock inside her. And while his lips, tongue, and teeth moved over the skin of her neck and shoulders, his hands teased her breasts, her inner thighs, her lower belly. He cupped her ass and drew her cheeks apart, allowing him to penetrate so deep, Delaney’s throat closed. Then he pressed her cheeks together, making him feel even bigger than he already was.
And true to his word, Ethan did all the work. When Delaney’s thighs shook from exhaustion, he took over and used her weight to deepen penetration, which, Delaney discovered, was where her most intense orgasms originated. And Ethan knew all the tricks to reach her deepest places.
“Arch your back,” he murmured in her ear. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”