“No.” The response is immediate, a knee jerk reaction.
“What?” He’s shocked at my refusal. I fight my annoyance.
“I said, no. You aren’t paying for my school. You’re already paying for my insurance, you aren’t paying for school.”
“Why the fuck not? I have plenty of money. The last I checked I can use it anyway I want.”
After everything that’s happened today, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this. However, I know he won’t let it go. “I don’t think it’s right.”
“Talk to me, Holly.” When I don’t, he catches my chin bringing my eyes up to his.
“I’m not trying to have one of those conversations, but it’s only been two months. Your past relationships haven’t lasted past two weeks. These last few months have been sort of amazing, only, who knows how long it will last? Besides, I hate the way you throw your money around. I’m not with you because you’re the biggest rainmaker and top-shit lawyer of Chicago.” My chest is tight. I’m terrified this is too much too soon.
He’s quiet for a long time before he leans over to kiss me lightly. His fingers slide down my throat. “I can’t deny the truth about my past. All I know, what I want you to know, is I don’t want to imagine my future without you.”
Holy fucking shit. The truth is there in his eyes. I struggle to breath. I long to take back everything I said. I know he’s fighting back his emotions. I hate the way he looks like he’s in pain. For a moment, I wish I’d kept my big mouth shut, but Ethan can be relentless. I’m not dumb, I know how hard it was to say what he did. My hand on his cheek, I smooth a finger over his pursed lips. I long to tell him how I really feel but don’t dare. Instead, I swallow the words and simply whisper, “Ditto.” As I press my lips against his.
A soft laugh. “So, why exactly are you with me?”
Desperate to pull back from the seriousness of the past few minutes I force a smile. “Well, duh, your big cock and big mouth and the way you know how to use both.”
“Can I please pay your tuition for school?” He kisses me lightly.
“If it makes you happy.” Like I was ever going to get my way with him.
“It would.”
“Okay, now you have to make me happy. I’m thinking we got out of bed too soon.”
Ethan carries me into our bedroom, placing me in the middle of the bed. He pulls off his shirt, and I move to sit up to take off my own. With a shake of his head, he stops me. I lie back down, content to watch his beautiful body revealed to me. Not for the first time I marvel at the perfection of him. His broad chest muscled with a light dusting of hair that didn’t obscure the definition I love to run my hands over his tattoos. Hair trailed away over a stomach without an inch of fat, in the kind of six-pack I’ve only seen on models. I shiver at the sight of his proud cock jutting up hard, thick, and long. Every time I even think of him, my pussy clenches with longing over the amount of pleasure his cock gives me each time he enters me. I’m still shocked at just how much I enjoy the anal sex I had wanted, yet feared, with him so big. My every orgasm had an intensity that went from the normal boneless feeling into complete oblivion.
It’s been almost two weeks since the last time, instantly I crave it. “Ethan...”
He goes still as he is about to move onto the bed. “What, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to use the lube, please.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He knows what I’m asking for, and his eyes darken. Opening the drawer, he pulls out the lube then lays it on his pillow next to me.
Coming down over me his mouth captures mine in a kiss that isn’t just a kiss. It’s a hungry, deep, taking of every breath within me and giving back to me the essence of him. Stinging tears battle to break free at the awe overcoming me, only I don’t dare allow them to fall. Eyes clenched tight, I give in utterly, feeling as though I’ve stepped to the edge of the world and am falling into his arms. When he tears his mouth away, even as I’m gasping for air, the loss of him brings pain, sharp and blinding. I reach for him, needing to touch him. Nuzzling my neck, he whispers my name in an exhalation reminiscent of a prayer. Lost in tumultuous waves of emotion that threaten to overtake me, I’m pulled to safety by his hand cupping me through my jeans and thong.
“Mine.” It’s no question.
“Yes.” I whisper.
Mouth wide, he covers my breast, sucking hard, burning me through the shirt and bra. Ending with a tug of the hard nipple through his teeth. “Mine.”
“Only you.”
With one hand he pulls my shirt off me. His mouth is on my breasts through the silk of my bra, delivering sweet torture. Endlessly he suckles deeply, ending with the painful pleasure of his teeth nipping lightly. He takes me to the point of tears before he even removes my bra, the cool air soothes my heated skin. Ethan isn’t done. He begins all over again, causing fresh tears, and me to beg for him to take me. My hands go into his hair, trying to pull him up to me. Ignoring my pleas, he takes his time, bringing me to the edge of pain, before soothing me with gentle licks of his tongue.
At last, he moves down my body with light teasing kisses and nips. I open my legs wide, begging for his mouth. I’m going to spontaneously combust. I wonder if he’s trying to kill me. Never has his tongue run so languorously, so teasingly over me. He doesn’t play fair as he captures my hips in a fierce hold to contain the frantic movements I can’t control. Finally, he deepens his possession until I’m close—so close I can barely breathe. Then he blows lightly on my clit, but his tongue never touches me. He presses a kiss onto my mound before slowly beginning all over again. I scream from his cruelty, my hands turning to claws at his neck. Nothing, not a murmur of soothing words or change of his tongue tracing over my heated skin.
Every muscle in me is unbearably tense, aching for the release so close before he pulled back. Then, in an instant, my entire body sighs going boneless, unable to move, giving up completely to Ethan’s will. The pushing of two thick fingers inside me, as his tongue covers my clit and he sucks deeply, rewards me, as he fucks into me relentlessly. It feels like only seconds, yet I know it’s longer, before I crash hard into an orgasm. I cry out in surprise from the edge of pain it causes as my body clenches painfully before collapsing in release.
I’m floating, the world hazy around me. Ethan’s arm comes around me, his hard body pressing into my back. His hands roam over my body, at turns lightly then roughly. He knows every inch of me, knows my every weakness and he shows me. The mewling cries are coming from deep within me. Ethan answers them, fingers coate
d in silky warm lube slip inside me. Caressing, teasing, he prepares me until I whimper his name. Moving behind me, his cock pushes into me with a single slow stroke, not stopping until we are skin to skin. This moment is always most precious to me. When he is deep inside me, then stops, allowing my body to adjust to him, every inch of him burning into my skin, branding me as his alone.