He kissed her, starting out hard before his pace gentled, though he was no less ardent. She was similarly needful and pressed closer, straining to get all of him. Abruptly, he broke away, exhaling ragged. “Hang on. This is our baby’s room, but I don’t want to conceive him here.”
She yelped with surprise when he swept her into his arms and carried her across the hall, just like the dashing hero in a romantic movie. He kicked the door shut with his foot before striding to the bed to lay her across it.
Ambra sat up to pull off her sweater as he began undressing. She had everything off by the time he had disrobed and lay down beside her. To her surprise, rather than touching her right away, he just pulled her against him and rested his hand on her hip. Her breasts formed a pillow for his cheek, and he held her. “I’ve waited so long for this. I’m almost afraid to touch you, babe, in case I can’t make it as good for you as I always wanted to.”
She licked her dry lips, running her fingers through his hair in a soothing way that was also arousing for her. “However you are will be just fine. I’ve been waiting for this for far too long myself. In fact, I have to tell you something that I hope won’t change your mind.”
He lifted his head to peer down at her, his expression concerned. “What is it you need to tell me?”
“I’m still a virgin. After you rejected me, I didn’t pursue dating again. Oh, I told myself it was because I wasn’t really interested, and my teenage crush had scarred me, but I know now the truth was I wasn’t over you, and I think maybe, in the back of my mind, I was still waiting for you.”
His expression reflected understanding, but also a touch of something she couldn’t confidently identify. Hesitation? Irritation? The second possibility sent a pang through her chest, and she waited to see if what she had shared was a deal-breaker. After all, he hadn’t had any interest in an inexperienced virgin three years ago, so why would that have changed?
“I want you so much, Ambra, but…” He trailed off, his expression conflicted.
“But you don’t want to deal with a virgin.” She strove to sound cool and unaffected, though her voice was husky from the lump forming at the back of her throat. “It’s fine. Nothing’s changed there, and I get it. Now, if you don’t mind, I really need to get back to your dad’s house. I have commitments there—”
His mouth crashed onto hers, forcing her to be silent, and the kiss was either one of intense need or anger. It was difficult to discern, and she couldn’t analyze deeply with all the emotions and sensations coursing through her body to overwhelm her. With a small moan, she tangled her fingers in his hair and surrendered to his mouth.
He seemed intent on devouring her as he prolonged and deepened the kiss, before he moved down her body, pausing to lick her nipple. He sucked forcefully on one while rubbing gentle circles around the other with his hand.
The contrasting sensations made her whimper, and she arched against him, needing something to fill the emptiness between her thighs. “I thought you didn’t want me.” As aroused as she was, it was amazing she could speak at all.
“Of course I want you,” he said after a second, appearing to be barely able to tear his mouth from her breast. “I just don’t want to scare you or fuck this up.”
She shook her head. “You won’t.”
Determination evident in his posture, he ventured farther down her body, his tongue exploring her skin in a leisurely fashion. Her stomach quivered in time with her mound as he nestled between her thighs, his lips barely touching her sensitive core.
She spread her legs as far she could, clutching handfuls of the cover in an attempt to anchor herself as the first feather-light touch of his lips against her caused her to jump. His mouth inspired amazing sensations that only got better as he licked and sucked, his tongue squirming into her slick heat.
While licking and sucking, he pushed two fingers into her untried opening as he circled her clit. She could do little more than hold on to the blanket and thrust against his face as he ravished the most sensitive part of her.
When he sucked hard on her clit as his fingers gently pressed deeper into her, stretching and expanding her virginal passage, she cried out from the intensity of her release. She had masturbated for years, but her own touch could bring nothing like this pleasure, the kind of pleasure that made death a possibility simply because she forgot to breathe.
For a single microsecond, her entire universe disintegrated before reintegrating in a flash pleasure. Before that wave had a chance to more than slightly fade away, Ethan was between her legs, his cock ready to enter her. He looked down at her, his expression severe. “I’m going to take you now, Ambra. Is that what you want?”
She nodded frantically, unable to think of any other response. Of course it was what she wanted. It was what she’d always wanted, or at least since she had become a young woman and realized how much she loved her stepfather’s son. “Take me, Ethan. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.” He groaned low in his throat as his cockhead slipped inside her, but he went no deeper. “One more question. Do you want me to wear a condom, or should I just enter you bare, babe? Do you want me to come inside you and maybe make a baby?”
It was insanity to be considering such a step already, especially since their relationship was so new, but she couldn’t think logically. The idea of him coming inside her, creating a physical expression of their love, banished all logical thought. “Fill me up.” Those were the most syllables she could manage, and the only other sound she made was a whimper of pleasure when he slowly took her virginity.
Unlike what she had expected, it didn’t hurt at all. Maybe that was because she was so wet and ready for him, as if her body had been in a half-hibernating state the past three years, and he had woken her. Whatever the reason, it didn’t hurt when he entered her, though he filled her almost to the point of pain.
He gritted his teeth, cords in his neck visibly bulging as he strained to hold himself back. “So tight. My god, Ambra, if I’d known what I was missing all these years…” He trailed off as he began thrusting into her, easing her body into his motion.
Soon, they moved together in rhythm, straining toward the same goal. She clenched her thighs around his waist and grasped his shoulders, certain her nails would leave marks later, but unable to loosen her grip. She needed to hold on to something to keep her grounded, or she might fly away under the intense pleasure he gave her.
Her body hovered on the edge of coming, and he dragged his cockhead against her g-spot every time he withdrew before thrusting back inside her. She was on the cusp when he stilled, and she groaned. “Don’t stop now.”
“I’m about to come. Do you want me to pull out?”
She shook her head, just as enamored with the idea of having his baby as a few minutes before—though right now she was more focused on coming again. “Just come inside me, Ethan. Give me every last drop.”
He surged inside her, and his cock was harder than ever, almost hurting her until the shaft started twitching. As he let loose the first spurts of release inside her, she climaxed again, holding onto him as she came.
Afterward, they rolled together with his arms around her, his legs tangled in hers. She struggled to find a normal breathing pattern as her heart slowed back to its usual beats per minute. She was the same person she had been just a little while ago, but she felt completely different. Ambra turned her head to kiss his chin. “Is it always that amazing?”
He gave her a small smile. “It was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?” His grin grew. “You know what would be even more amazing?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think there can be anything greater than that, Ethan.”
He chuckled as he ran his hand down her side, laying his hand across her flat stomach. “I think it’d be pretty amazing if you married me, Ambra. I want you to be my wife so I can officially stake my ownership, and you can mark me as your territory.”
She stared at him with eyes wide from shock. Could h
e really be proposing already? They had rushed back into things, and there hadn’t possibly been enough time to get to know each other again.
One session of fabulous sex, combined with an afternoon of reconnecting, wasn’t a solid enough foundation upon which to build a life or commit to a future just yet. She opened her mouth to say those things as diplomatically as she could, but her words were even more shocking than his proposal. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Ethan.”
Epilogue
Ethan had bailed out Cartwright Consolidated as promised, and though Philip had been resistant to the idea to start with, he had soon accepted his son’s intercession. Perhaps the news of their engagement had brought him around more quickly—or more likely, the ultrasound picture she’d shown Philip when he’d continued to resist help and tried to push the merger/marriage idea.