Chapter 116
Tilda
With his left hand, Ethan slowly pulls the hem of my shirt up while sliding his right hand up my thigh, higher, closer to my center.
I drag my nails over his scalp as I lower my hands.
Then I grip his forearms, wanting to feel his muscles flex and move while he touches me.
Ethan’s mouth presses against my throat, and I let my eyes close as he drags his tongue across my skin.
“So good.” I grind my ass against his erection.
The palm on my thigh shifts, and Ethan groans as he cups my pussy.
I widen my legs.
He keeps his hand flat and starts to rub.
Slow movements, but with enough pressure that my panties start to soak through.
“You wet, Bad Girl?”
A sound catches in my throat as he plucks at one of my nipples with his other hand.
I squeeze his forearms tighter. The sensation of feeling his fingers on me and feeling his muscles and tendons moving under my hands…
I feel him everywhere.
In my core.
In my throbbing nipples.
Under my ass.
Against my back as he rumbles with pleasure.
And I lose myself in it.
Music fills the room, and my heartbeat fills my ears as I lie draped over Ethan.
He slides his hand under my shirt, and the feeling of his hand on my bare breast pushes me that much closer to the tipping point.
I start to shift. Rocking my hips. Seeking more.
Wanting more.
The pressure builds.
My lungs feel hot.
And… his hand leaves my core.
I whimper. “No—”
My panties are shoved aside, and fingers replace them.
“Oh gods.”
Ethan presses his lips to my temple as he pushes two fingers inside me.
I clench, my muscles squeezing, trying to keep him there, trying to take him deeper.
“So fucking hot for it.” His other hand kneads my breast. “So fucking hot for me.”
I nod. “Always.”
“Always.” He grinds his palm against my clit. “I like that.”
His breath is warm, and his touch is relentless.
He plays me perfectly.
Strumming and plucking.
Over and over.
My body tenses.
My lungs hitch.
“Come for me, Firecracker.” Ethan flexes his thighs, bouncing me on his lap, shoving his fingers deeper.
He pinches my nipple and drags his palm across my clit. And that’s it.
I’m tossed over.
He doesn’t stop the pressure.
And I can’t catch my breath.
Ethan shifts me.
A hand leaves me.
Fingers still play between my legs.
A hand lifts me.
And then I’m sinking onto Ethan’s thick cock.