Chapter 77
Tilda
I bounce on the springy mattress, the air rushing from my lungs.
“You’re fucking perfect. You know that, right?” Ethan growls as he stares down at me.
I blink up at him.
Perfect?
“Every fucking inch.” His eyes are feral as he trails his gaze down my body.
I squeeze my knees together.
I can feel my skirt against my thighs, but it’s ridden up. And I know I’m showing a lot of skin.
A lot of suddenly hot, feverish skin.
“Fuck.” Ethan reaches up and starts undoing the buttons of his flannel.
He… gods… he’s acting so… hungry. So… wild.
I work on my own flannel. But I only get halfway through before Ethan is shrugging his shirt off.
And my fingers stop working.
I lift my head off the mattress to get a better look at him.
Holy…
The bed is low, just a standard mattress on a basic wood frame, giving me a full-body view of him.
“Keep those eyes on me, Starlight.” He reaches for the front of his jeans. “Keep those perfect fucking eyes on me.”
He doesn’t need to tell me. Not twice. Not even once. Because a mountain lion tapping on the window wouldn’t be enough to drag my attention away from his absurdly fine body.
The tattoos cover his chest. And shoulders. And arms.
And…
I’ve never seen such defined muscles.
Not in real life.
How is this real life?
Ethan shoves his jeans down.
I lift my head higher.
My mouth opens.
I’ve felt it.
I’ve felt his cock through his jeans.
Felt it rubbing against my core.
I freaking came because of that thing rubbing against me.
But…
I lick my lips.
The outline of it in his black boxer briefs…
I think I won the husband jackpot.
He kicks his jeans and boots off. Then he moves like he’s going to get on the bed with me.
I make a sound of disagreement and point. “Off.”
He pauses.
I shift up onto my elbows. “Be a Good Boy and take the rest of your clothes off. Show me what’s mine.”
He stares down at me and drags his tongue across his bottom lip, like he might defy me.
But then he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs and drags them down.
And down.
And…
I sit all the way up.
Is that a piercing?
On top of the base of his dick is a barbell.
I was already turned on.
But that…
Wetness floods my core.
The piercing is in just the right spot. So when he’s inside me… when he gets that thing all the way inside me, the smooth metal will be right where I need it.
I reach for him.
He takes a step back.
I whimper.
He shoves his last piece of clothing all the way off.
And I whimper again.
Because it’s so pretty.
His dick is just so damn pretty.
“You can touch me anytime you want, Wife. But right now.” He grips his length. And even in his large hand, it still looks big. “Right now, I need to show you how perfect you are. Let me do that.”
Perfect.
He keeps using that word.
He strokes his length. “Give me permission.”
Eye level with his hard cock, I lick my lips.
“Starlight,” he growls.
I lift my gaze to his. “You have my permission.”
Ethan reaches down, grips the front of my flannel, which is still half buttoned, and rips the sides apart.
Rips.
Fabric tears.
A button bounces off the wood floor.
My core throbs.
Ethan places his palms on my shoulders and shoves me back.
I land flat against the mattress.
“Perfect fucking feet.” Ethan lets go of his dick and traces a fingertip down the front of each of my legs, from my knees to my ankles, careful to avoid the painful spots.
Goose bumps erupt across my body.
He drags his fingers back up to my knees, then he flattens his palms and slides his hands up my thighs.
Up. And up.
His forearms push the skirt of my dress up. And I can feel when he reaches my shorts.
They’re pale blue. Practically see-through. Not sexy. And not doing anything to control or tuck any part of me. They’re just there to keep my thighs from rubbing. And I’m too turned on to feel weird about them.
Ethan slides his hands higher, fingers finding the top of my shorts.
He starts to pull them down, nails lightly scraping over my skin. “Perfect fucking hips.”
He drags them all the way off and tosses the shorts aside, then places his hands on my inner thighs and shoves my legs apart.
I’m still wearing my thong, which is becoming more and more soaked with every touch.
Ethan kneels on the bed, between my spread legs, and glides his hands up my thighs, stopping when his fingertips are just an inch from the damp material.
“Fuck…” He drags the word out, then I feel him drag his thumb up my seam.
I arch my back. “Ethan.”
He does it again, pressing the material between my lips.
Then he starts to bend forward. And I try to close my legs.
Ethan looks up at me, eyes hooded, as he tugs the material of my thong to the side.
His eyes are on mine, but I can feel the cool cabin air against my bare flesh.
“Why are you trying to stop me?”
I clutch at my skirt, bunched over my stomach. “I’m all sweaty.”
The edge of Ethan’s mouth pulls up. Just a bit. “I don’t care.”
“But—”
“You’re my wife, Matilda. And you’re going to let me treat you like my wife.”
Every damn word he says…
“And do husbands like to go down on their wives?” I twist my fingers in my dress.
Slowly, so I can watch him do it, Ethan lowers his gaze down my body.
Over my chest.
Over my stomach.
Lower.
I watch his mouth open.
Watch him pant out a breath.
As he looks at me.
As he tugs my thong even farther to the side.
“God dammit.” He reaches down with his other hand and drags a finger down the length of my slit.
I can feel the wetness as it coats his finger.
My eyelids flutter.
“Please.” He groans as he does it again.
I want to say yes.
I want to feel his tongue on my clit more than anything.
But I don’t want to be self-conscious about it. And we just hiked for hours.
“No.” I try for commanding, but it comes out as a breath.
Ethan meets my gaze.
And then his finger is there.
Pressing into me.
“Fine.” He pushes his finger in an inch.
We both moan.
“This is your warning.” He pushes in another inch. “I’m eating this perfect fucking pussy for dinner tomorrow.”
I squirm as my inner muscles clench around him.
He pulls his finger free, dragging it up and over my clit.
I moan, and my eyes close on instinct as my back arches.
“We’re going to talk later about how you got this so smooth.” Ethan sounds torn as he says it. Like he likes the fact that I’ve had every pubic hair lasered off my body. But that he hates the idea of someone else touching me there.
“It was a woman.” I force my eyes open and lift my head again. “Who did that piercing?”
Ethan smirks down at me. “A woman.”
I lift my leg and put my foot on his chest. So I can shove him off the bed.
But he presses my leg straight, propping my heel on his shoulder.
Opening me.
Ethan leans forward, and I feel the head of his cock brush against my core. “It was purely professional. And I never saw her again.”
I drop my head back down. “Good.”
My leg slips off his shoulder as he leans forward even more. And I widen my thighs, inviting him closer.
Ethan braces a hand on the mattress next to my head. “Good what?”
With him this close, I can’t resist touching.
I slide my hands up his tattooed pecs to his shoulders. “Good Boy. Now kiss me.”
His mouth is on mine the instant I finish my command.
His lips are warm. Demanding.
Ravenous.
And I groan. Because he feels so good.
His muscles shifting under my hands.
His cock rubbing against my entrance.
His tongue in my mouth.
He feels so freaking good.
And I can’t wait for tomorrow night. When he eats my pussy for dinner.
But right now, I need more.
I hook my feet around the backs of his thighs and try to pull him in.
He nips at my lip. “Bad Girl. I’m not done yet.”
There’s a tug on the bow holding my wrap dress together, and then Ethan pulls the two halves apart.
Then he groans and drops his forehead to my chest.
My smile is wide as I feel his breath on my skin.
“Bad fucking Girl.”
When tied properly, my dress is tight around my boobs, doing all the work of a bra. So I don’t have to wear one.
Still on one elbow, Ethan sucks one pierced nipple into his mouth.
A moan rattles around in my chest. The warmth of his lips spears straight through my body.
His fingers tug at my other nipple. My silver barbells are almost a perfect match to the one at the base of his dick.
I bring my hands up to Ethan’s hair.
He switches, sucking the other nipple into his mouth, his teeth clinking against the metal as he swirls his tongue around it.
“Oh. Gods.”
He flattens his tongue and gives me the slowest, firmest lick.
I tilt my hips up, and he presses down into me, so the underside of his cock is nestled in my cleft.
“Ethan.” I tighten my grip on his hair as I wiggle beneath him, trying to line up his tip with my entrance.
He gently bites my piercing. And the moan that comes out of me is so loud that I’m glad we’re in the middle of nowhere.
Ethan rolls my other nipple between his fingers. “Who did these piercings?”
“A man.” I pull on his hair, bringing his mouth back up to mine. “It was purely professional.” My lips brush against his. “I never saw him again.”
“Good.” Ethan seals his mouth to mine.
His fingers tug on my nipple again.
His weight shifts.
He opens my mouth with his.
He rocks his hips. And the head of his dick pushes into me.
Our mouths are still pressed together.
Our lips parted. Inhaling each other’s exhales.
And we don’t move.
But he keeps pushing his hips forward.
He keeps sinking into me.
And I squeeze my eyes shut tighter.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
I struggle to take him.
“Relax,” Ethan whispers against my lips. “Breathe.”
I focus on relaxing my muscles.
Ethan slides in deeper.
I focus on breathing.
He pushes in deeper.
Ethan softly kisses me. My muscles loosen. And he shoves the rest of the way in.
My spine arches. My chin lifts.
Ethan presses a kiss against my throat, then settles his cheek against mine.
“That’s it, Wife.” He rolls his hips, our bodies as close as they can get. “You’ve taken all of me now.”
Then he rolls his hips again and I can feel it.
I can feel his piercing.
And…
“Oh gods.” I wrap my limbs around him.
I hold him as tightly as I can.
“Feel good?” Ethan keeps his weight on me as he pulls his hips back, his length sliding out.
He pushes all the way back in.
“Tell me it feels good.” His words rumble against my ear, our cheeks still pressed together.
“You feel good.” I cling to his shoulders. “So good. I’m so full.”
He moans and rocks his hips faster this time. “Say that again.”
I lift my knees higher. “You fill me so good.”
“Fucking perfect.” He shifts and moves a hand under my shoulders.
And he hugs me closer.
Just like what I’m doing to him. He holds me tightly.
Our exhales become deafening. Until it’s all I can hear.
And his heat is all I can feel.
His body against mine.
His breath on my skin.
His cock inside me.
It’s all heat.
He grinds into me.
His piercing rubs against my clit.
He pumps and grinds and works his hips into me like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
Pleasure builds in my core.
The stretch of him.
The motion.
The way he won’t stop holding me.
The way he’s groaning, like he feels just as good as I do.
“Ethan,” I gasp.
He grinds into me.
“Ethan.” I lift my head, curling into him.
He rolls his hips.
His chest hair is the perfect friction against my stimulated nipples.
“I… I…”
“Let go, Perfect Girl.”
He rocks into me. His rough exhale hits my ear. And the heated metal of his dick piercing rubs against my bundle of nerves just right.
I press my open mouth against his bare shoulder as my composure shatters.
My teeth bite into his skin as my pussy convulses around his length. And my thighs tighten against his sides.
I come around him.
Squeezing and tensing.
Noises trapped in my throat.
“That’s it. That’s it,” he grunts as his movements become choppy.
His breathing becomes heavier.
His hold on me gets tighter.
And as I cry out against him, he comes apart.
Ethan groans loudly as he pushes in as deep as he can go.
His body shakes.
And his exhale is choked as he pulses inside me.
Filling me.
And it’s so much.
Too much.
Emotions I can’t even identify crash over me.
Tears form and drip from the corners of my eyes.
I’ve never…
Not like that.