Chapter 12 Zoe #2
His weight shifted as he made his way down my body, dusting kisses over my belly and pushing my knees apart.
I was fairly certain I could now conclude it was possible to climax without a single touch where it was supposed to matter.
That’s how far gone I was. I could feel the moisture between my thighs, and my channel was throbbing.
When he dragged a finger across the wet silk, my hips bucked and I almost came. I didn’t think I could take much more.
“Ethan…” I murmured on the heels of a moan.
“Hmm, luv?” he murmured in return, his lips against the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh sending another jolt of pleasure to my core.
“I need…”
My words ran out when he curled his hand over the edge of my panties and dragged them off swiftly.
Before I could catch my breath, his fingers were sinking inside of me and his mouth was on me.
With his fingers teasing and stretching me and his tongue tracing wickedly around and over my clit, it was a matter of seconds before my climax wracked me.
I came in a noisy burst with shudders rolling through my body with such force, I was nearly limp when they subsided.
Ethan slowly drew away, and I instantly missed the feel of him when he leaned off the bed.
He snagged his jeans. Confused, I looked up to see him kicking off his briefs and tugging a condom out of his wallet, which fell to the floor with a thump when he tossed it aside.
Of course, his cock was as perfect as the rest of him.
I’d had a sense he was well-endowed, but the sight of him gave me a flicker of anxiety.
Overriding that anxiety was the yearning to feel him inside of me.
It didn’t matter that I’d just had an explosive orgasm, all I could think about was how much more I wanted.
He stretched out over me again, his weight to the side. He brushed my still damp and tangled hair away from my face, his gaze going somber. “Now would be the time to tell me you want to stop,” he said, his voice taut, but clear.
I shook my head, and his mouth curled at one corner. “Luv, I don’t know what that means. You’ll have to tell me.”
My heart felt tight in my chest, and a flash of uncertainty rose inside.
I wasn’t uncertain about this moment. No, it was the feelings Ethan elicited.
I kept expecting him to be cavalier and to behave like the player he was portrayed to be in the media.
Yet, he wasn’t that way with me. Even when he was teasing and flirting and trying to get under my skin, he wasn’t mean-spirited or cavalier.
I’d have expected him to look at me as a conquest to be had, but that’s not how I felt.
Not at all. Beyond the hot rush of pleasure at simply being with him, every moment felt incandescent—lit with an intimacy that shimmered around and between us.
He arched a brow, and I realized I hadn’t answered.
With my heart beating wildly and heat rolling through me, I swallowed and found my voice.
“I don’t want you to stop.” My voice came out rough and raspy.
Inside I felt hot, liquid and needy. All I wanted was him to stop talking and sink inside of me.
“What do you want?” he murmured, his eyes still on me.
My heart tripped and my belly executed a slow flip. He wasn’t going to let me do anything other than make it perfectly clear. “I want you,” I finally said over the thundering beat of my heart.
He held my gaze for another moment before nodding, His eyes dipped down, everywhere they landed sending slivers of pleasure under the surface of my skin.
In a flash, he rolled on a condom and eased his weight atop me.
He met my gaze again. Something between concern with a hint of uncertainty flashed in his gaze.
I could feel his cock against me. I was slippery wet and the feel of it hot and hard there sent little shocks of pleasure through me.
I was restless and didn’t want to drag this out.
I dragged my tongue along his neck—he tasted salty with a hint of the rain we’d walked through.
He curled his palms in mine and adjusted his hips before pausing. That wouldn’t do. I wanted this part done and over with. I curled my legs around his hips and arched into him. I should’ve known he wouldn’t let me run this show. He held still, although his cock sank a little further inside.
“Zoe,” he murmured, his voice dark.
I lifted my head from where I’d been meandering up his neck. “Hmm?”
“Let’s not make this worse than it needs to be.” His features were tight, and I sensed he was holding on by a thread. So I endeavored to snap it.
“Let’s get it over with.” I spurred a heel into his buttock, which was nothing but muscle and barely even dented.
He chuckled and eased a little further inside.
Only then did it start to burn. I was all about barreling through it, so I arched into him the next time he sank further in.
On the heels of burning pain, he surged inside of me to the hilt and held still.
My body had tensed in reflex, and my breath hissed.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tight.
“Uh huh,” I managed with a nod. I was. It was tight and he barely fit, but the pain was already easing.
Without a word, he dipped his head and started dusting kisses along my neck and over my breasts.
Between a few moments and the delicious distraction, the burning sensation faded and my body relaxed again.
Somewhere along the way between kisses and nips that sent shivers all over, he began to move, setting a slow, easy pace.
The effect was only to drive me wild with need.
With every stroke, my channel clenched around him.
I was hot all over and caught up in chasing after another release.
Once the pain faded, the delicious stretch of him inside me felt so good, it was like a drug.
I tumbled into nothing but sensation, the pull and slide of him inside of me, his hands gripping mine, and his eyes burning into me.
Pressure spun tighter and tighter until he freed one of my hands and reached between us.
Just a swirl of his thumb on my clit and pleasure burst in a ray through me.
Shudders hit me so hard, I could barely breathe.
I felt him tighten and cry out roughly before he relaxed against me.
He shifted his weight to my side, which I didn’t like.
I wanted him fully inside of me and every inch of him against me.
“Why’d you move?” I asked between heaves.
His low chuckle reverberated through my body. “I don’t want to crush you.”
I opened my eyes to find his teasing gaze waiting. My heart tripped again and my breath hitched, but I kept my head. “I’m too big. You won’t crush me.”
Another chuckle reverberated. “Ah, excellent point. Okay, I shall take that as permission to crush you whenever I want.”
My chest felt tight and a rush of emotion rolled through me. I didn’t know what it was about what he said, but it made me feel funny and want things I didn’t expect to want with anyone, much less with Ethan.