6. Madison
6
MADISON
I can’t believe I’ve agreed to this. What the hell am I doing ?
Thoughts are racing through my head as Ethan guides me back toward the bedroom like this is his house.
A tiny, tiny part of me wants to pull back, to yank my hand from his grip and tell him that neither one of us is thinking straight. But it’s a tiny part, and the rest of me wants to see what Ethan can make me feel.
As soon as we are through the bedroom, Ethan pulls me close. All I can smell is the minty aroma of his breath and something deeper, like pine, that must be his cologne. We are close enough to be hugging, but there’s still a maddening inch between us.
Ethan bends forward and positions his lips right by my ear. “You can tell me to stop at any time, do you hear me? You’re in charge here.”
Before I have a chance to respond or to think about what he’s saying, Ethan tilts my chin toward his and starts kissing me. It’s a blend of warmth and softness, but as he continues to kiss me, he presses my body against his, and a sense of urgency is added.
I can feel his cock pressing into my belly, and he’s hard . Already.
Then, Ethan pushes his tongue between my lips, and there’s a new layer of sensation. His tongue is smooth and wet, and it sends tingles of desire through me. I want to feel his tongue on other parts of my body.
Even though Ethan insists I’m in charge, I feel like I’m barely holding on as he kisses me. Then, his hands start to find their place on my body. He slides them around to my back, pulling me even harder against him.
I can’t breathe. I can’t kiss. I just start groaning.
I pull back slightly, trying to catch my breath. “I didn’t know I could want someone so much,” I whisper in a low voice.
“I’m about to make you want me more ,” Ethan whispers back.
Then, he slides his hands under my sweatshirt so that his fingers are dancing across my skin. Ethan nibbles at my earlobe, and the sensation of his breath in my ear makes me shiver.
“Cold? I’ll warm you up soon.” Ethan suddenly reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt and pulls it over my head. I feel exposed, standing in front of him in my bra. But he must realize how I feel. He quickly takes off his own shirt, and I get the chance to see his body for the first time.
He has a cluster of hairs growing from his chest. A few of them are gray, and they draw my hand like a magnet. I entangle my fingers in his chest hair, combing them through before Ethan does anything else.
“Like them?” he asks.
“Yes, I… I haven’t seen anything I don’t like about you yet.”
“I’m about to show you something you’ll like more.”
Ethan moves maddingly slowly as he reaches for the button on his jeans. My mouth goes dry as I watch him undo it and then slide the zipper down. He shoves his pants to the ground and steps out of them.
When he straightens up, I can see his member pressing against his boxers, straining to be free.
Ethan steps back toward me but doesn’t quite close the space. Automatically, my hand reaches out for him, but then, I stop myself just short. Should I…
“Go ahead,” Ethan urges. “Touch me.”
That’s all the encouragement I need for my hand to feel him through the fabric. He’s saluting me at full mast, and knowing he’s hard because he wants me makes it impossible to think straight.
I slowly run my hand down the length of him. “Maybe if you…take your underwear off?” I feel shy to suggest this. What am I doing, trying to take the lead here? I don’t know what I’m doing in comparison to Ethan, but he’s already happily obliging.
He pulls his boxers down, and his erection springs free. He grabs his balls, then runs his hand up his erection once before offering it to me.
I grab him and slowly move my hand up and down, feeling the heat coming from his dick. When I glance up to see his face, he’s watching me.
I look away, not able to make eye contact while I explore him. I let go, but Ethan doesn’t give me a chance to apologize for feeling weird.
“Now, you’re going to let me pleasure you,” he says, reaching for my jeans. I let him undo my jeans, and then I slide them down.
Ethan doesn’t need any help with my panties, sliding them down quickly before grabbing me around the hips and placing me on my bed. He spreads my legs, squeezing my thighs gently.
I think he’s going to put himself inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he bends forward and starts biting and nibbling at my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy.
This is impossible to deal with without closing my eyes and groaning. I stop feeling self-conscious and just let him explore me, spreading my legs as wide as I can to show him that he has full access.
“Oh, God,” I start to groan as his tongue reaches my pussy. He goes to my clit and swirls his tongue around it. “Ethan!” I start to complain.
“Is that a stop?” He pulls back from me.
I reach for his head and push him back toward me. “No, that’s a keep going!”
Ethan grins before getting back to work on me. He slowly runs one of his fingers through my folds while his tongue continues to circle my clit. Waves of pleasure work through me as Ethan inserts first one finger, then another.
“Please, please, please, I want your dick in me,” I beg.
“Not yet ,” Ethan says. “I want to make sure you enjoy this first.”
Then, he switches positions, and his tongue licks its way inside me while his thumb presses into my clit. I’m no longer able to hold back.
“Ethan, I’m going to come.”
“Do it. Come.”
“But you’re?— ”
“I want you to come in my mouth…right now.”
His words release me, and I let myself go as the pleasure washes through me. I keep my eyes closed, breathing for a minute as Ethan straightens up.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s pulling a condom out of the packet. “I won’t use it if you don’t want me to, but…”
I motion for him to put it on. Safety first.
I rest my hands behind my head and watch him slowly extend his cock toward me, pushing it just inside me. My pussy is swollen, but I want more. I know that he’s going to make this feel good.
Ethan pushes himself in another inch, then another. I can feel my pussy tightening around him, and now, it’s Ethan who is sucking air, unable to control the pleasure he feels.
“God, you’re so tight.”
“It’s been a year,” I admit. I can’t believe I’ve just admitted that to Ethan, but he doesn’t react in any way except to smile.
Then, he climbs onto the bed on top of me, our torsos only a few inches apart. His face is just above mine, and there’s no way to avoid eye contact, to pretend this isn’t happening.
Suddenly, Ethan shoves himself inside me all the way, and I groan. My legs come up and circle his back, pulling him closer to me.
“I like to make you groan,” Ethan admits in my ear. “I want to make you climax again.”
Ethan moves slowly, rocking his hips back and forth as I feel the desire to have him build again. Suddenly, what he’s doing isn’t enough. I need more.
“Ethan, I want you to do it hard. ”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Stop asking questions and do it. I thought you said I was in?—”
Ethan doesn’t let me finish. He shoves himself inside me so hard that my back arches. I feel like I’m breaking in two, but I want it. I want more of it.
“Come on,” I urge, and Ethan doesn’t let me down. He begins to find his rhythm, thrusting himself inside me again and again. I grab his muscled arms, trying to find something to ground me as I reach the edge of the precipice again.
Suddenly, I’m plunging forward. I feel myself coming all over him. Ethan grins even as he breathes heavily.
Then, he thrusts himself in so hard that it feels like I’m going to break. It takes Ethan a moment to pull himself out. When I look at the condom, it looks different than I remember them looking, not quite as full as it should. But then again, it’s been a year.
He rolls the condom off, and I can’t help it.
I stare at his dick in his hand, breathing hard as I try to process what just happened.
Ethan breathes for a second before shaking his head. “You… are something else.”
Then, Ethan crawls up on the bed next to me. I don’t know how to handle this moment. Normally, I would snuggle up and close my eyes, talking about anything on my heart. But that’s when I’m doing this with my significant other. I’ve never had a one-night stand or a…whatever this is with my neighbor.
Oh, God. Reality starts to crash in.
“You know, if making things up to you feels like this, then I’ll happily make it up to you every day for the rest of my life. ”
Ethan’s words echo in one ear, but the rest of my brain is screaming at me that I’ve changed my life forever. Aurora would kill me if she knew…so of course, she can never know. But how the hell am I supposed to live with myself?