Chapter 9
nine
Ethan
T he question shoots lust straight to my dick. My rough chuckle rubs the fabric of my sweats over the sensitive head. “I guess I am. And maybe more.”
Tessa catches the fullness of her lower lip between her teeth and nods, although I’m not so far gone I don’t see the fear in her eyes. I move my hand to the back of her neck, then into her hair, undoing the clip holding up the length. The silky strands curl around my fingers as though claiming me. Her body knows.
“I want you bad, honey. But tell me to stop if you need to. I won’t do anything you don’t want. Promise me you’ll tell me.”
She nods slowly and I work my fingers deeper through her hair. Her breaths are short, rapid. Her pupils dilating. Her lips move. “You promise, too. So I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
No woman has ever said anything like that to me. This only proves we’re meant to be. She’s mine. I answer honestly. “I can’t think of anything I don’t want you to do with me. Except stop.”
Palm to her scalp, I move us closer until our breaths mingle. Then I wait until her soft moan grants me access. Glory fills the moment our lips meet. I sense any remaining reluctance or concern leaving her as she softens against me. The cracking fire echoes the heat building as together we discover our perfect kiss.
My tongue delves into her mouth to stroke and explore. At first her response is tentative, the tip of her tongue touching then dancing away. Her movements speak of inexperience and innocence. I’m not sure how to respond but slow the intensity of my pursuit.
She sighs and I feel her lips pull into a smile. After a series of tiny kisses I lean back and wait. Her eyes open slowly. “I have a confession, too.”
Stroking her hair back behind her ear, I rub my nose against hers. “What’s that, honey? I can’t imagine what you might have to confess.”
She bites her lip before speaking and her blue eyes darken. “In high school…”
The arch of her neck it too tempting so I nip at her skin. “Hmm, high school.”
“Ethan, I can’t think when you do that.”
“What? This?” I draw my tongue to the slight dip at the base of her throat.
“Yes… no…”
“Which is it. Tessa? Do you want me to stop?” Moving lower, I taste the upper swell of her breast.
She spears her fingers through my hair. “No. Don’t stop.”
“What about your confession?”
“Confession? Stars, Ethan, I can’t think.”
“Then don’t, honey. Feel. Let me worship you.”
Her head tosses back and forth. “Not worth that.”
“Tessa.” I drop my voice to a low rumble. “I will decide who is worthy of my worship. Do you understand that?”
Her eyes go wide and her pulse flutters in her throat.
“Tell me that you understand.”
Her nod isn’t enough. “Tell me.”
“I understand. Ethan, I want?—”
My kiss muffles her words which then fade to a needy moan. That’s what I needed to hear. I slip from the couch, tugging the quilt after me and spread it over the rug in front of the fireplace. We hadn’t turned on any lights so only the small flames chase the late evening shadows. Sam complains with a soft meow when I reach over him for another small log to add to the fire. There’s no wine, no soft music, no aphrodisiacs. I sure as fuck don’t need them. All I need is her.
“Ethan, what are you doing?”
“Thought we’d enjoy continuing by the fire.”
“On the floor?”
She sounds scandalized and I pause in creating a nest for her out of the overabundance of pillows decorating the furniture. Am I misreading her confusing signals?
Pulling the robe around her, she stands and moves to my side. “I’m sorry, that sounded stupid. I’ve just never imagined anyone would want to… with me.” She covers my mouth with her fingers. “I understand what you want. More than I know what I want. Or need.”
I lick the soft pads of her fingers. “May I worship you?”
There’s no hesitation in her nod and she lowers herself to the floor and stares up at me with wide eyes. Kneeling beside her, I arrange the pillows to my satisfaction and encourage her to lay back. I keep my body between her and the cold room, hoping the chill at my back will help me maintain some control. I’m desperate for her. Desperate to the point of recklessness.
“Remember your promise, Tessa. I’ll stop if you tell me to.” I’m reminding myself, too.
Capturing her lips with a fierce kiss, I don’t give her the opportunity to answer. We kiss until her hands begin to explore my back and I guide her palm to curl around my aching cock. I nuzzle her ear. “This is for later, honey. First I need to taste you. Make you come with my tongue.”
With a slight jerk, her body goes stiff. Her hand clenches around my cock and I groan and buck into her hand. “God, Tessa. Feels good. But it’s ladies first.”
Rising up on one elbow, I open the front of her robe to expose her dark areolae and firm nipples. Here’s where I’ll start my feast. The first touch of my tongue brings her sharp gasp. When I close my lips over the turgid peak and suck hard, she arches and keens.
A vocal lover and the honest sounds of a woman’s pleasure keep me hard a long time. Nothing better than making her scream from an overwhelming release. “Oh, honey. So responsive. Want to hear more.”
Tessa doesn’t disappoint although I sense she’s holding back. I’ll allow her that control for now.
I toy with one full, soft breast while sucking the other until her nipples are thick and firm. Her whimpers encourage me to trace patterns from her breast down to her navel as I slide down her body.
The robe blocks my path so I shove it away, exposing the rest of her lush curves to me. Her hands drop from my head to cover the thatch of hair hiding my prize.
“Honey, don’t cover yourself. Let me see you. All of you.”
Panting softly, she shakes her head. “What if it’s not what you want.”
“Your pussy is so much what I want. What I need.”
She struggles to sit up without moving her hands. “I can go and… groom…won’t take long, I don’t think. Ethan? Don’t look at me like that.”
I’ve been told my disapproval face is harsh and I make an effort to soften my expression. “Tessa, what are you talking about?”
“My hair… down there. I’ve heard guys like it bare. Or just a strip of hair. I’ve never shaved, or waxed, or anything.”
Relief brings my smile. I rise to my hands and knees and crawl up her body. With the need thrumming through me, it’s difficult to keep my kiss gentle, but I manage and ease her back to her pillow nest. Her chest rises and falls, and I lower to my forearms to hold her in place while I dance kisses down her neck and nip at the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. At her gasp I lift my head and smile.
“Some guys might. Not me. I prefer a natural appearance. Those curls hold your essence. When you’re aroused, when you’re wet like I bet you are now, your curls hold onto the feast for me. I need to breathe you in now. Taste what your body so willingly gives me.”
“Ethan?”
“Don’t deny me, Tessa.” I hold her gaze for a long moment and watch her pupils dilate to fill nearly all the bright blue of her irises. She cups my cheek, nods, and lays back. Her legs part and the pure scent of her arousal fills my lungs.
With silent encouragement, she lifts her hips while I position a thick pillow under her. Using my thumbs, I spread her folds. She’s as wet as I predicted and droplets glisten in the hair covering her mound. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
I should take the time to build her passion again, but I can’t. I’ll die if I don’t taste her now. After easing her thighs over my shoulders, I take one long, slow lick along her seam. She gasps and spreads her legs wider, planting her feet against my sides and lifting herself higher.
I take advantage and spear my tongue into her channel. Slick heat coats my tongue and I lap eagerly at her. She hums and moans, tossing her head and clutching the fabric of her robe. I go still to listen to her mumbled pleas.
“No. Don’t stop. Ethan. Please, don’t stop. Oh my stars, yes. Oh yes.”
Now that I know how her arousal tastes, I’m ravenous to discover her flavors when she comes. I move my attention to her clit, pressing against it with my lips then sucking and flicking it with my tongue.
Her mumbles grow incoherent and desperate. I pump my middle finger into her, then add a second finger. She’s narrow but slick as hell. God, I could suck her clit and finger fuck her all night when she rewards me with such a beautiful pleasure song.
My cock is painfully hard and arching against the crumpled quilt beneath me doesn’t help. I need to finish her here, then head to the bedroom for the next round.
Dancing my curled fingers along her inner walls I find the spot that makes her gasp. My fingers busy there, I roll her clit between my lips and give a slight tug.
“Ethan, yes, yes. Oh, yes. I… I… Ethan.”
When she screams my name, I move my mouth to devour her sweetness and continue stroking her with my slick, wet fingers. Her thighs tighten around my head. Her cries grow loud and desperate and she comes again. My cock throbs in response then settles. His turn is coming.
Mentally chuckling at the double entendre, I rise to my knees and pull Tessa’s limp body into my arms. Her heavily lidded eyes barely open. “Wow.”
“Yeah, honey.” I kiss her, sharing her flavor with her. “Wow.”
My insistent cock pokes her side. She glances down and remains silent for a long moment. After another kiss, she whispers, “Your turn.”
“Not in here, honey.”
“We have to make sure the fire—the one in the fireplace—is out first.”