Chapter Twelve
ANAH COULDN'T STOP staring. Ethan was naked. Naked. And he looked even a thousand times more gorgeous like this, with every muscular tanned inch of his powerful body exposed. Slowly, she ran her gaze over him, her lips becoming dry as she took in the massive breadth of his shoulders and the smooth expanse of his chest. She unconsciously started squirming when her gaze reached his washboard abs, and when she finally saw that thing which was long and hard and twitching between his legs...
Oh...wow.
She didn't even try looking away even as a mixture of fear and excitement skittered down her spine. Before this, Anah had only seen photos and videos of other men's cocks, and they had all left her cold and nauseous even.
Ethan's cock, however...how formidable it looked, and its length.... incredible. Was it normal for a cock to jut all the way up to his abs? And was it normal for a man's cock to be so... thick?
She had never understood why a man's cock was sometimes referred to as a piece of meat, and well, now she knew. Because Ethan's cock...it really was so... meaty, and as soon as the deliciously lewd thought occurred, an embarrassing amount of moisture gushed out to soak her panties.
Ethan saw Anah suddenly press her legs together. A moment later, the air grew thick with the scent of her arousal, and his nostrils flared.
Anah felt like she was living in a dream. It just didn't feel possible that something like this could suddenly happen. Ethan was naked. Naked! And instead of running away screaming, she had become a wet, trembling mess, her eyes glued to the sight of his twitching cock, which had yet to stop swelling.
It just kept adding inch after inch after inch, and oh gosh, would that kind of cock really, truly fit her? It didn't seem possible, or at least not without Ethan having to thrust deep... no, he would probably have to shove it really, really hard—-
The thought was too much, the vision of Ethan using brute strength to claim her virginity making Anah feel light-headed and so, so wantonly... womanly . It was the only word she could think of to explain what her body was experiencing as a whole, with the way her temperature was rising up like a raging storm.
The longer she stared at his cock, the more she could feel her innocence fading and her need for him swelling uncontrollably. With every second that passed, she was learning what it meant to be a woman...and what it was to have a woman's needs.
Ethan could feel his control slipping further away from him as Anah continued staring at his cock. It had his heart pumping so damn hard he might as well be in a race, and maybe he was, and he was running after his own fucking sanity. His little Anah was getting horny right in front of him, goddammit, and the sight was driving him crazy.
In the past ten years, it was only Guilia he had fucked, only Guilia he had allowed himself to have sexual thoughts of.
Until now.
One part of him was still in disbelief: how the fuck could something like this happen? The other part of him, however, only cared about watching Anah turn herself on. Even if it made him feel like a voyeur, he couldn't stop watching her body bloom into womanhood. Just couldn't fucking stop, and when he saw her gulp—-
Fuck.
It made Ethan think of something else she could swallow.
Fuck.
With what remaining control and self-discipline he was left to salvage, Ethan was finally able to wrench his gaze off her and whip around to forcibly put an end to the madness that had them both captive.
"You should go," Ethan managed to say stiffly. "Now."
Anah crashed back to Earth at Ethan's words, and her face flamed as she realized just how long she had been standing there, staring open-mouthed at his cock. Oh God, what he must be thinking of her now!
Her first thought was to simply turn around and leave just as he said, and she had already stumbled a step back when she suddenly found herself thinking rashly, Why? Why should she do what Ethan said when she had specifically come here to...to make something like this happen?
After all, it was just like what Sarah had said. Love isn't always about waiting, the older girl had warned her lightly. There would always be a moment where you had to choose whether to take a risk or not—-
And for Anah, she would bet her life that moment was now.
Ethan sucked his breath sharply when instead of hearing Anah's retreating footsteps he sensed her coming towards him, and for one moment he was rigid with shock. Surely, he must be imagining things...
He whirled around, wanting to see for himself, and he did so just as Anah launched herself towards him.
A cry escaped Anah as she found herself crashing straight into Ethan's hard chest. She had only intended to hug him from behind, but instead she found every inch of her body plastered against his, his cock throbbing so violently that the layers of fabric between it and her womanhood might as well have been nonexistent.
Her pussy keenly felt every pulsing movement of Ethan's cock, and a delirious storm of sensations rocked her world. Her body began to sway, and Anah automatically reaching up to clutch at his shoulders for balance.
His cock was still pulsing so heavily against her folds, and her grip on his shoulders unconsciously tightened as she wondered dizzily if Ethan could feel just how wet she was. And hot. How was it possible that she felt so creamily moist and excruciatingly hot all at the same time?
Her gaze flew up to his, Anah wanting to ask what was happening. But when her lips parted, all she could say was his name. "Ethan..." She wasn't even aware of how feverish her voice sounded, wasn't conscious at all of how the heat consuming her had turned his name into a sensual plea that had Ethan's thoughts skidding straight to the gutter.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The sexy note of begging in her voice had Ethan's brain exploding with the dirtiest thoughts imaginable. It was as if after a near-decade of only allowing himself to think of Guilia, his mind was suddenly driven with an irrepressible need to make up for lost time. Images that were once forbidden flashed before his eyes -
Anah's rosebud lips parting in a moan as her neck arched in invitation, and her dress slowly falling to reveal the pale curves of her breasts and the pink pouting tips of her breasts.
He could see it so damn clearly, the images so fucking vivid, that combined with the tangible sensation of Anah's soft, supple flesh molding against his nakedness and the way her voice ached with innocent need as she spoke his name—-
Appalled at the way lust was overriding his every sense of decency, Ethan managed to reclaim just enough of his sanity and grip her arms in a last-ditch effort to keep themselves from crossing the line.
Anah couldn't help shivering as hazel eyes glittered down at her. At first, she was terrified, thinking she would see rejection and anger in his gaze, but what she saw instead had her gasping—-
"You want me."
The shock in her voice nearly had Ethan groaning. If he needed any more proof of Anah's innocence, then that was it. His raging erection hadn't shrunk a single millimeter ever since he caught her gaping at his naked body, and she still didn't get how much he wanted her?
"You need to go," he gritted out.
Anah could only shake her head. Go? When he finally wanted her back? Never!
Ethan cursed under his breath. "You're obviously not thinking clearly..." And if this went on any longer, he would probably be the same.
But Anah just shook her head at him again. And when she finally spoke, the words tumbling out in a shaken whisper -
"I don't want to go."
Fuuuuuck.
"I want you, too—-"
The words were agony, Ethan groaning this time as he felt himself turning mindless with lust. " Fuck, Anah..." Didn't she know how dangerous it was for her to say something like that? And why was she suddenly looking up at him now like he had said something—-
"You said my name and a dirty word in one sentence," Anah whispered in wonder.
FUUUUUUUCK.
A hoarse laugh escaped him.
I give up, Ethan thought. I fucking give up.
Anah cried out in mingled surprise and excitement when Ethan's hands suddenly swept down to her waist. A moment later, and he was lifting her up while walking, and the next thing she knew he had her seated on the edge of his kitchen island.
Her heart leapt to her throat when Ethan suddenly leaned forward, and she couldn't help rearing back as she found her body trapped between his arms.
Hazel eyes glittered down at her, and this time there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes.
"Tomorrow..."
Anah blinked. Tomorrow?
Ethan's lips twisted at the expression on Anah's face. She was probably wondering if he was serious about waiting for the next day, and the truth was, he had no fucking idea if he would be able to keep his word.
But for her sake...
For his Anah's sake...
If she had been anyone else, he might've been able to ignore the demands of both his conscience and honor. If she had been anyone else, he wouldn't have hesitated on taking her up on her offer, and he would've had his dick fully embedded in her pussy the first chance he got.
But because she was Anah, his little Anah, and she was the one girl who would never deserve any kind of pain from him—-
"If you still want me tomorrow, you won't even have to ask."
She deserved one last chance to get away from him with her heart still intact.