Chapter Twenty
DAISY
Isqueeze the edge of the countertop as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The lights in the bathroom usually feel warm and cheerful, bright even. Now, it’s like they criticize me. They highlight everywhere I find faults and I’m left second guessing if this is even a good idea.
The black lingerie was sexy when I tried it on in the store.
This, however, is not the stuff I typically go for.
I prefer to dress for comfort and practicality.
My idea of dressing up is sundresses, and I have a closet full of those.
Those are different, though. They have a way of showcasing the assets I want them to while hiding my insecurities.
Lingerie is different. I don’t even remember the last time I bought some sexy panties for myself just because. It’s because I don’t do it. Where’s the bad bitch from the dressing room? I need to channel her again, because right now I am so out of my comfort zone.
It’d been last-minute, though. The shop with the pretty window display was right next to my favorite local bookstore. I had time to waste before his practice would get out. I think I must have blacked out when I was in there, because I walked out with more than I thought I did.
I take a deep breath and let it out slow, my hands release the counter, and I take a small step back.
“You’ve got this,” I whisper to myself as I stand up straight. “You’re beautiful and sexy and if this doesn’t work, there’s something wrong with him.”
It’s a lie. There is nothing wrong with Ethan. He is stupidly perfect with his perfect body and face. The way he always knows what to do or say.
I stand up taller and continue to stare at myself.
My eyes go out of focus for a moment before the switch flips.
I don’t know if I catch a twinkle in my own eye or some sexual goddess possesses me, but I’m taking advantage of the moment.
Even if we don’t have sex tonight, I’m going to bring him pleasure. I want to be on my knees for him.
I open the door slowly and see his back towards me.
His focus is on some pictures scattered across my bookshelf.
Memories of the last twenty years. Even a few with him in them.
They weren’t the ones of just us, but group photos.
There were too many wonderful memories still associated with them for me not to display them, even if I missed him.
“The Starlight Festival was always my favorite. I’m sad I’ve missed it since I left. It’ll be nice to go to it again.”
The festival is during the summer, it’s nearly the end of October. The idea of him sticking around because he wanted to, and not just because of hockey, made me ridiculously happy.
I approach slowly, taking my time to look at his back side. His broad shoulders and back. The tattoos that go up his arm, across his shoulders, and connect at his back. His athletic shorts hang low on his hips.
We’d discussed getting comfortable and putting on a movie for the night. I can only assume he thought I would get into some comfortable pajamas.
“It’s still my favorite too.” I wait for him to turn around before continuing. His eyes widen as he looks me up and down. “There’s something special about a night sky full of stars.” I step up to him slowly. “I love seeing stars, don’t you?” He nods. I move to my knees at a leisurely pace.
“What are you doing, baby?” His hands clench into tight fists at his sides.
“Something I never got a chance to do before.” My fingers move up his outer thighs. I trace the edge of his shorts lightly, then lick my lips.
His nostrils flare. “You don’t need to do that.” His hands move to stop my hands.
“You don’t want me to?”
“I didn’t say that.” The corner of his mouth tips up in that smirk I love. “Are you sure?”
I nod as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, then slowly release it. “I want to.” My gaze continues to be fixed on him. “Please.” I wasn’t above pouting—or begging. “Just a taste.”
“Fuck,” he groans. He releases my hands and runs a hand over his face.
Ethan’s eyes stay on me. I pull his shorts down slowly over his muscular thighs, then let them drop to his ankles.
My eyes widen at the sight of him. Hard and ready.
His cock bobs in front of me and I can’t help but lick my lips and reach out.
My hand grips the end of him, my thumb gently caresses the tip.
It’s almost too mesmerizing to look away, but my gaze shoots up to see his face as I lean forward and lick him.
Slightly salty. I look back down at the way he looks in my hand.
I lean forward and take him in my mouth.
My gaze goes back up to his face as I suck.
I move my hands and mouth in sync, working him deeper into my mouth.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” He groans. His hands move to my head, gently. “Look how good you take my cock.”
Fuck me. I didn’t know I had a praise kink, but I am undeniably wet now. All I can do is take him in even further. His fingers tangle in my hair before he thrusts in time with me and I nearly choke on him. My eyes water, but I don’t care. I need this.
I thought I was in control of this moment, but clearly, I was mistaken. The grip he has in my hair shows who’s really in charge. I relax my throat as he continues his gentle thrusts. My hands move to his legs, holding on for whatever ride this is.
“Fuck,” he moans.
His head tilts back, then his eyes find mine once again.
I clench my thighs together, trying to gain friction while focusing on the task at hand.
His abdominal muscles tighten and I can tell he is close.
I need him to finish. Only he pulls out and I can’t help the whimper that comes out of me. I thought I was doing it right.
“Why did we stop?”
Ethan grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. “As good as your mouth feels on my cock, I need you to come first.”
I swallow. “So, it was good?”
“No, Daisy. It was phenomenal.” He backs us toward my bed. His hand moves to the edge of the little lingerie dress, his hand goes between my legs and he cups me. “So fucking wet. Did having my cock in your mouth do that?”
“I didn’t want to stop.”
Ethan chuckles. “You can do it again, right now I want to be inside of you.” His thumb rubs gently at the lace pressed against me. “You like being my good girl?”
My core clenches, and I breathlessly reply, “Yes.”
“I want you to ride me, make yourself feel good. Let me watch you take me.” He lays back, crossing his arms behind his head.
I nod, then wiggle out of the matching lace underwear. “Do you want me to keep this on?” I motioned to the lingerie.
“I’ll leave it up to you. You look gorgeous with it on or off.” His nostrils flare as he eyes me up and down again.
The sheer material hides nothing. It simply holds the girls up in a wonderful position.
Not as uncomfortable as a bra. I move the straps off my shoulder, then untied the ribbon at the front.
My eyes stay on his face, to see him watching the show as I continued to unwrap it and then lift it up and off of me before slowly dropping it to the floor.
“Come ride me, baby.”
I grin, then crawl over to him. My hand moves to grip him and line him up as I slowly sink down. I rest my hands on his chest and sit back completely. Taking all of him, inch by delicious inch.
“Fuck, you were made for me.” He groans.
I rock my hips. My hands staying on his chest as I lifted myself up slightly, then come back down. I take my time rocking my hips, then lifting myself up and down. It feels good, but I need more. I don’t want to be the one in charge.
“Ethan,” I whisper.
His hands move to my hips, and he bends his knees behind me, raising me up slightly. I feel myself lifted up before he pulls me back down on his cock, hard.
“Fu—” my voice breaks off as he hits a spot that has my eyes seeing sparklers.
This right here is what I needed. All thoughts fly from my head until there is only us at this moment. I didn’t realize how much I needed him to be in charge. All I want is to feel. And he has me feeling it all. Every part of me feels lit up.
Right when I’m close to the edge, he flips us over so I’m on my back. He thrusts into me fast, not giving me a chance to even miss the feel of him. His arms hook under my leg and pull me up. The maneuver has him hitting a spot that has my toes curling.
His lips are on mine, his tongue tangling with mine.
He slows his pace but continues to push in even deeper with every thrust. I scratch at his back and arch beneath him.
His hand is at my clit, rubbing gently. Applying the slightest amount of pressure that has everything feeling like it’s almost too much.
I come undone beneath him. It’s like fireworks going off behind my eyes. Everything feels fuzzy, and my skin tingles. I feel him come undone right after. It takes a minute for our breathing to slow. He pulls out of me and looks down.
His brows push together, then I feel him move his finger between my legs. I’m about to question what he’s doing when he curls his finger and it hits some magical spot that has every thought flying out of my head. All I can focus on is how good it feels.