Chapter 135 Tilda
Tilda
I cry out as I tremble. Ethan’s tongue is lapping at me, dragging my orgasm out until I can’t take it anymore.
“Ethan.” I’m bent forward, one hand on the ground.
I reach down with my other hand and grip Ethan’s hair through my skirt.
After one final slow lick over my clit, he grips my hips, lifting me and moving me backward.
I use my hands to help as I crawl down his body.
And then I feel him.
There.
Ethan’s hands left for a moment when his tongue was buried in my pussy. And now I know what he was doing.
He was taking his dick out.
His tip presses into me.
And he uses his hold on my hips to push my body down.
“Oh gods.” I brace my hands on his chest. “Ethan.”
He pulls me onto him deeper, groaning, until he bottoms out, until I’m sitting on his pelvis.
My strength is nearly gone.
I can barely hold myself up.
But Ethan doesn’t let go.
He holds me steady as he lifts his knees behind me, plants his feet, and thrusts up into me.