Chapter 18 #6
I wasn’t sure that I could promise. Ethan had a reason to run today.
The emotional beating he took from my mother was more damaging than the lashes from any flogger.
“I’ll try. I promise I’ll try. But I won’t lie when I’m mistrustful of myself.
That’s where we’re very different. You’re stronger than I am. ”
“I don’t believe you’re weak at all, Babbo.
You stood up for me against your mother.
You told the priest off. You threatened to call the police on them.
Regarding Gabby, we’ll have to wait until her journey of being pregnant plays out.
But eventually, you have to be all in with me.
I won’t live on the edges of your indecision.
I want the man back who, when I came home from work last week, took care of me.
” Ethan lifted my T-shirt and grazed his roughened hands over my pecs, my nipples, thumbing down the middle of my torso until he reached my jeans.
I shuddered when he dipped his fingers inside the waistband, running them over my skin. “Baby, take them off.”
“Take what off?” he teased, palming my stiffening cock through the denim fabric.
On a sharp inhale, I said breathless, “Pull them down. Too much… clothes…” I rubbed my hands over Ethan’s hair, combing through the thick dark strands.
“Whatever you say, Babbo,” Ethan crooned as he unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped at an ungodly slow rate. “Raise your delectable ass.”
When I lifted, he pulled the jeans and briefs down all at once to my knees. He crept up my body again, his hands back on my pecs under the tight confines of the T-shirt. “Take everything off.”
“Unh-uh,” Ethan said. “I don’t think so. You look too fucking sexy, ready to be dirtied.” He dragged the hem of the shirt over my pecs, leaving my nipples exposed, then drew back. “You really are sexy, Jude. If we were in a D/s dynamic, I’d prostrate at your feet to serve you.”
“Don’t say stuff like that,” I whispered.
Ethan’s brows rose slightly in question.
“But it’s true. Just watch my eyes darken to need and my breathing hitch when I roam my hands over your body and you’ll start to believe.
May I worship your body with my mouth… and tongue?
” he whispered against my lips before drifting to my ear and sucking on my lobe.
He bit into it ever so lightly and then kissed away the sting.
“Yes, baby,” I pleaded, as my body writhed under him.
Ethan placed one hand next to my head as he leaned down and created a trail of butterfly kisses down the column of my throat, taking his time as he alternated between licks, nibbles, and sweet words.
“Beautiful, Jude.” At the juncture between my neck and collarbone, he asked, “Do you want me to leave a mark?”
As I thought about his question, he continued his journey, dipping his tongue into the dip in between my pecs. “There,” I whispered. “Over my heart.”
Ethan faltered in his journey at my request so I clarified. “Leave a mark, baby. One that will last.”
His erection hovered over my own rigid cock, and I jerked upward when he bit and sucked so hard that the skin was sure to bruise. After he kissed over it, he licked across my chest, stopping over my nipple. Suckling like an infant with a bottle, he brought it to a peak.
When he flicked his tongue over the tip, I hissed and then moaned every time he nibbled or suckled.
When he moved across to my other nipple, he treated it to the same attention.
“You’re so sensitive, Jude,” he said, swiping his tongue over the reddened nub.
“But I have to move on.” One last pull on each with his teeth and he met my cock with his when I humped into him. “Fucking sexy.”
“Ethan, lower,” I whimpered. “My balls are already filled. Please…”
Ethan scooted back and meeting my eyes, he said, “What do you need, Jude?”
“For you to swallow my cock,” I said, feeling the surety of my request deep in my bones. “I want you to swallow it all, baby. I want your seed inside me.”
Ethan stilled. “Is this your way of marking me?”
“Yes,” I said, hoping that I didn’t overstep where we were in our relationship.
Ethan nodded, but then he turned away and I wasn’t sure if the smile that graced his handsome face had really happened.
I would’ve liked to have seen the color of his eyes in that moment; I would’ve had my answer.
What I didn’t understand was when he swung his leg around mine to a sitting position and then pushed to his feet.
He took both my hands and drew me up so I was standing in front of him.
I was sure my angst about his move registered in the etched V directly over the bridge of my nose and lines around my eyes.
“Stop worrying,” he said gently. “I just thought the bed would be more comfortable.”
“Oh,” I said on a puff of air. And the V smoothed out.
I could hardly walk with my pants around my knees and was about to haul them up when Ethan caught me by my arms and placed them on his shoulders.
He bent over, pulled up my clothes, and didn’t bother with zipping them up.
He didn’t even adjust my shirt. Just left it bunched up over my pecs.
My disarray felt intimate in itself without him even touching me.
I wasn’t nervous as he led me to the bedroom.
Ethan knew what he was doing, which made me say, “No matter the direction that we take our relationship in, I need you to lead in the bedroom. You’re both confident and sexy and I want to learn from you.
But with you being submissive, I didn’t want you to go against your nature. ”
Ethan tugged me forward into his arms. “In my mind, the best part of any relationship, whether it’s kinky or vanilla, is that we tailor it to fit our desires and needs.
I’m fine taking the lead until you gain confidence.
As for being a submissive, like I said before, my tendency will always be wanting to serve you, which is exactly what I’ll be doing. ”
“What do you mean? I asked you to take the lead?”
“But you also told me what you desired—which was to mark me. Make me yours,” I explained. “I might be executing the sexual acts but you’re using my body to get your desires met.”
“What happens now?” I asked, needing confirmation.
“For now,” he said, never losing eye contact with me, “I do this.” Then he dropped to his knees…