Chapter 45
Tilda
My hips tilt as my body tries to get pressure right there.
Because Ethan’s cock is right freaking there.
I open my mouth wider, and he plunges his tongue deeper.
I scrape my teeth over it.
Tasting him.
Warning him.
Begging him for more.
I grip his hair tighter as I squeeze his hips with my thighs.
This isn’t like me.
Wanton behavior is not like me.
But there’s just something about this man.
He rocks into me.
Something about him makes me feel so alive.
His weight shifts above me, and my eyes open.
Ethan’s eyes slide open at the same time, and he pulls his face back, putting an inch between our lips.
I start to lift my head, wanting his mouth on mine again, but his hold on my hair tightens, pinning me to the mattress.
Then I feel his other hand. On the back of my bare thigh.
Ethan lowers his forehead until it’s resting against mine. “Is this what you always wear to bed, Firecracker? Just a thin shirt and some panties?” He slides his palm down, slipping his fingers under the fabric of my underwear until he’s gripping my bare ass. “Answer me, Bad Girl.”
I shift my feet so they’re pressing into his lower back. “It’s practically a dress.”
Ethan grinds into me, rolling his hips in a firm circle. “Of course it’s a fucking dress,” he growls.
The thick piece of denim over his zipper is lined up perfectly with his hard dick, and when he rocks against me again, he wedges the fabric of my panties into my crevice, putting pressure exactly where I need it.
I gasp as I release his hair and claw at his shoulders.
His fingers dig into my butt cheek as he tries to widen my legs even more. “That feel good?”
Ethan doesn’t give me time to answer before he rocks his hips again, sending me closer to the point of no return.
“Ethan… I…” I cling to him as I lift my hips.
“Fuck,” he pants against my mouth. “Are you going to come for me?”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I shouldn’t.
It’s only been a moment.
A handful of minutes.
But…
Heat rolls through me.
The fingers in my hair shift so he’s cupping the back of my head. “Open your eyes, Matilda.”
I do.
His are right there, staring into mine.
One green iris, one brown, and their focus is entirely on me.
His hair is hanging down over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed.
And his intensity…
Ethan grunts as he thrusts his dick against my entrance.
That heat inside me starts to boil.
It’s been so long since anyone other than me has given me an orgasm.
It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone put their hands on me.
It’s been so long…
And that timer is about to reset to zero.
My breath starts to get choppy. And more than a touch of panic fills my chest as the overwhelming need to release fills me.
My muscles clench, preparing for detonation, trying to stave it off.
Then he slides his hand farther inside my panties, and his fingertips edge toward my core from behind.
“That’s it.” Ethan rocks into me, holding my gaze. “That’s it, Starlight.” The tip of his middle finger brushes my entrance. “Let go.”
My body listens. And I let go of my control.
My eyes slam shut.
My back arches.
My core convulses.
My pussy gushes with pent-up lust.
And I feel Ethan’s fingertips delve deeper. Feel him wedge two of them against my opening. Not pushing inside, but feeling my muscles pulse.
He groans.
He groans, and he pistons his hips.
He ruts over me like a wild animal.
And I keep coming.
My core keeps pulsing.
My hands keep holding on to him.
And then he starts to tremble.
Like he’s trying to hold back.
Like he’s about to come.
My eyes slide open, and I find his closed.
He is.
This stunning man.
This masculine creature.
This grumpy ranger is about to come just from humping against me.
My insides flutter anew.
My pussy squeezes so hard I know his fingers have to be soaked.
And I know I need him to fall with me.
I slide my fingers back into his hair and grip the strands roughly.
He groans.
And I smile. “That’s my Good Boy.”
His eyes snap open.
I press my hips up into his thrust. “Do it, Ethan. Be a Good Boy and come for me.”
“Fuck.” Ethan drops his face into the crook of my neck.
His hips thrust once. Twice. And then he’s rocking against me.
Groaning into my ear.
Coming in his pants.