Judging Books

“Yes,” I said. I felt my breathing increase, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. “Please.”

“Mmm…” Ethan’s tongue traced over the edge of my ear, then down my throat. “I like that. Say please again.”

“Please…Ethan.”

“Please what?”

“Please…I want to fuck you…” I grabbed his chin and turned his head to face me. I crushed my lips to his and bucked up against him. “I want to ride you.”

“So fucking hot…”

Our bodies rolled together, Ethan holding tight to my hips and pushing hard against me to make sure he didn’t slip out. I sat up, straddled his hips with him still deep inside, and looked down into his eyes as he looked back up at me. His eyes sparkled, and his breath came out of his slightly parted lips in short pants. He trailed his fingertips up my sides, tickling a little before they moved around to the front and cupped my breasts. He rolled his thumbs in circles around my nipples, sending a streak of electricity to my clit.

I leaned back a bit more, feeling the pressure building inside of me as the angle changed and Ethan’s eyes squeezed shut. I couldn’t help but smile down at him—his eyes clenched, his jaw set, and his chest moving rapidly with his breaths. I reached down and placed my palms against his chest, running my fingers over his nipple rings. Ethan groaned in response, and I felt his hand sneak between us, reaching for my clit. I used the leverage to raise myself up until only the tip was still inside of me, then slowly lowered myself back down until he was again buried to the hilt.

“Christ, Ashlyn…you feel so fucking good…so warm…”

Ethan used his first two fingers to circle around my clit, bringing me closer to the edge as I increased the pace. He spread his fingers apart and turned his hand around, placing his palm flat against my pubic bone while also adding stimulus around the outside, right next to where we were connected. It was more than enough to send me over the edge since the sensation was building to the point where I could feel it in my legs as they tightened on either side of his hips. I leaned forward, grinding against his hand, which in turn put the much needed pressure against my clit. I felt all of my muscles tense around his shaft, pulling him deeper into me as I came around him, crying out and tossing my head back.

“Oh…my…God, Ashlyn!” Ethan screamed out, his words staccato gasps from his throat. “Oh! Shit! Fuck! Ashlyn!”

His hands tensed and pulled me flush to him, his body trembling with one final shudder. He was holding his breath as he tensed and pulsed inside me and eventually let it out in one long, slow exhale. He gently released his grip on my hips and rolled us both to our sides carefully. He reached between us to grab the edge of the condom before pulling out slowly.

He tied the condom expertly and tossed it into the wastebasket on the other side of the nightstand before rolling back and wrapping one arm around my waist. He propped himself up with the other arm and gazed down at me for a moment, his bright eyes lightening to reveal his playful side. He leaned down and nipped his lips across the line of my jaw. I reached up to tug at his hair. Within a couple of minutes, we were making out again, and I could feel his rapid breaths on my skin. He pulled his mouth away and touched his forehead to mine, a wicked grin on his face.

I stared up at him as I ran my hand down his side to his hip. We’d just finished, and I already wanted him inside me again.

“I guess you’re over the age thing.”

“I guess I am.” I laughed loudly.

“Ashlyn,” Ethan said against my lips, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I responded.

“Would you think I was out of my mind if I asked you to move in with me?”

“Yes,” I replied with a chuckle, “I would.”

“Would you consider moving in with a crazy guy, then?”

“I have no idea why you would even say that,” I said, giggling. Though I would be the first to admit that sex with Ethan was undoubtedly the best I had ever had, I wasn’t about to just move in with anyone. In the past, I had barely been able to handle Presley as a roommate.

“I like having you here,” Ethan said. He tightened his grip a little. “I actually like being here again, which I haven’t in a long time. You make this place feel alive, and I really want you to be here all the time.”

“Ethan, I can’t move in with you!”

“Can’t?” he asked. “Are you afraid of breaking your lease? Somehow I don’t think the financial part of it concerns you.”

“No, I’m not worried about that,” I said. My mind flitted back to the feelings I had in my apartment. “Ethan, we just met! How could you even consider asking me to move in with you?”

“I know enough about you and what kind of person you are,” he said. “I know I want you to be here. What difference would it make if I waited six months or a year to ask you?”

“Maybe you won’t like me in six months,” I replied. “You may not like me in six days.”

“Do you think it will be more difficult for you to move out seven days from now than it would be seven months from now? People who have known and dated each other for years sometimes move in together or get married or whatever and still split up later. Shit happens. Shit could happen today or next year, but it will still be shit.”

I had to laugh at that one, and he returned the crooked smile before he started kissing up my jaw again.