Kiss Me Again (Kiss Me 3)

He pulled down his sweats, revealing his hard cock. No underwear. I shouldn’t have been surprised because it was the kind of shit he’d pull, but I was too focused on his long, thick shaft to say anything.

“My eyes are up here, Ava,” he muttered in a husky voice.

My cheeks flushed, but I doubt he noticed. I was hot from head to toe, so my cheeks were already perpetually blushing tonight.

He tore open the condom packet and reached down, rolling it over the thick head of his cock. I squirmed on the sofa—there was something so inexplicably sexy watching him roll it onto himself.

He approached me just as quickly as he’d left, and he slipped between my legs without saying a word. He took my mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss that had his tongue battling against mine. His fingers probed my skin, eliciting a shiver that I felt all over my body.

Jesus.

I didn’t want this to stop.

Ethan guided me onto my back on the sofa. Our bodies came together easily, like they were meant to move together. We were perfectly in tune, and he fit between my legs like he’d been there a thousand times.

He broke the kiss only to move back. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged, sliding them down my legs until I was completely bare in front of him.

Bare. Exposed. Needy.

That summed me up in that exact second.

I yanked him back to me, sending our mouths crashing together. I nipped his bottom lip by accident, but he groaned, shoving one hand under my ass. He used it to lift my hips and sat back, looking down between us.

His cock twitched, but he didn’t rush.

No, he was painfully, frustratingly slow.

He moved his hand down the inside of my thigh, his thumb coming dangerously close to my clit.

No, not dangerously close.

It was on my clit.

He moved it through the slick wetness of my pussy until I gasped, then with a wicked smile on his face, he found my clit once more.

One, two, three times, he rubbed it, circling the tender bundle of nerves and playing it like a piano. Expertly, he teased me until my legs clenched and my back arched.

He watched the entire time. A greedy, needy look in his eyes, one that made the orgasm hit even harder when it came.

I bucked against his hand, begging for more when I wasn’t sure I could take it.

He gave it, though. He gave it until I dropped my hips, exhausted, and panting from the pleasure he’d just given me.

He chuckled, then lifted his thumb to his mouth. He sucked it, tasting me, before he leaned down and kissed me.

The taste of me lingered on his tongue.

He dragged my lower lip between his teeth. He reached down and rubbed his cock against my wetness before finding the sweet spot where I’d take him.

I did so easily.

He slipped right inside me, my muscles constricting around his hard cock. He rocked inside of me. My entire body tensed when he covered my body with his, tilting my hips to take him deeper.

Sweet baby Jesus.

I gasped, but he swallowed it with one kiss. His groan went the same way my gasp did, swallowed by the kiss we shared.

“Fuck,” he murmured against my lips. “You feel good.”

“Stop talking, then,” I breathed, tilting my head back and exposing my neck to him.

He pressed firm kisses to my neck and moved his hips against me. His cock slid in and out of me, each thrust a dangerous summoning of the orgasm I knew was going to take me again.

My nails dug into his shoulders. It was like an anchor for me as he fucked me and threatened to send me soaring. His body inside of mine was everything I wanted, everything I needed, everything I craved in that second.

It was like he was made for me.

Our synchronicity was terrifying, but it was hard to focus on that when you were being fucked to kingdom come.

Which was, actually, what I was about to do.

Come.

His name left my lips in a high-pitched cry as the pleasure reached a crescendo inside me. The orgasm was a blurring mess that made my back arch and my body tighten. The hairs on my arms all stood on end, and I dug my nails so far into Ethan’s shoulders that there was every chance I broke the skin.

His release was a low yet tight rumble of my name that skated across my consciousness as I fought to come back to reality. He sagged on top of me, his body hot and heavy, both of us totally spent from the whole thing.

“Jesus,” he breathed into my ear after a moment of us both panting heavily into each other’s shoulder. His lip brushed across my neck, but it was the heat of his exhale that sent yet another shiver down my spine. “Why didn’t we do that sooner?”