Chapter 9 #2
"Do you?" His thumbs brush the strip of skin where my shirt has ridden up.
The touch sends electricity racing through me.
"Because I don't do casual. I don't do halfway.
If I take you to bed, you're mine." He says those words again. You’re mine. He’s making sure I get it, and I do. I want this. "Completely."
The possessiveness in his voice should probably scare me. Instead, it makes me wet.
"I want to be yours," I whisper.
His breath shudders out. "And you'll tell me if anything doesn't feel right? If I push too hard or move too fast?"
"I will."
Then he kisses me, and the world falls away.
His mouth is demanding, consuming, taking everything I'm offering and asking for more. His tongue sweeps against mine violently as if it’s claiming me, too. One hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss while the other slides down to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him.
I can feel how hard he is through his suit pants. His rock-hard cock is pressing insistently against my stomach. I roll my hips, grinding against him, and he groans into my mouth.
"Fuck, sweetheart." He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. "You're going to kill me."
"Good."
He laughs, low and dark. "Mouthy little thing, aren't you?"
Before I can respond, he's lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist automatically, gasping at the friction as he walks us toward the bed.
He sets me down gently, and I immediately reach for the hem of his shirt. He helps me pull it off, revealing the body I've been fantasizing about for days.
Broad shoulders. Defined chest with a light dusting of dark hair. Abs that aren't overly sculpted but strong and solid. A trail of hair disappearing into his pants that makes my mouth water.
"You're staring," he says, amused.
"You're beautiful."
"That's my line." His hands find the hem of my dress. "Can I?"
I nod, raising my arms so he can pull it off.
His eyes darken as he takes me in. I'm wearing a simple white bra, it’s far from being fancy, but the way he's looking at me makes me feel like the most desirable woman on earth.
"Perfect," he breathes. "You're absolutely perfect."
His hands trace up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. The touch is feather-light, teasing, and it makes me arch toward him.
"Please," I whisper.
"Please what?" His fingers trace the edge of my bra. "Use your words, sweetheart."
"Touch me. I need you to touch me."
"Where?" He trails one finger down the center of my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach. "Here?"
"Everywhere. Anywhere. I don’t know. Just please touch me already."
He smiles, wicked and knowing. "I like hearing you beg."
"Ethan—"
"Shh." He leans down, pressing kisses along my collarbone. "I've got you. I'm going to take such good care of you."
His mouth moves lower, kissing down to the swell of my breasts. His fingers find the clasp of my bra, and with practiced ease, he unhooks it and slides it off.
For a moment, he just looks at me. Drinking me in.
Then his mouth closes over my nipple, and I cry out.
The sensation is overwhelming. Hot and wet and perfect. He sucks gently, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. His hand cups my other breast, thumb circling the nipple until I'm squirming beneath him.
"So responsive," he murmurs against my skin. "So perfect for me. Perfect for Daddy."
He switches sides, giving my other breast the same attention while his hand slides down my stomach to my underwear.
"Can I take these off?" he asks.
"Yes. God, yes. Ethan, stop asking me and just do it!"
He makes quick work of my underwear, leaving me completely bare beneath him. I should feel exposed. Vulnerable. But the way he's looking at me makes me feel safe.
"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."
I obey, and his sharp intake of breath tells me he likes what he sees.
"Fuck, Lily. You're already so wet." One finger traces through my folds. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I gasp.
"Good girl." He circles my clit with his thumb, gentle but firm. "I’m going to taste you."
"Please! Yes!"
He settles between my thighs, and the first touch of his tongue makes me jolt.
"Easy," he soothes. "Just relax and let me make you feel good."
He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he has all the time in the world. His tongue circles my clit, then dips lower. He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body.
"You taste incredible," he mutters. "Could do this for hours."
If this takes hours I might not live. His tongue on my clit feels so fucking good.
He builds me up slowly, methodically. Learning what makes me gasp, what makes me arch, what makes my thighs shake. When he slides one finger inside me, I nearly come off the bed.
"That's it," he encourages. "That’s my good girl. Moan for Daddy."
He adds a second finger, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his tongue works my clit. The dual sensation is too much. I'm climbing higher and higher, tension coiling tight in my belly.
"Ethan, I'm—I'm going to—"
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let go. I've got you."
His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me in waves, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him against me as I ride it out.
He works me through it, gentling his touches as I come down, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs.
When I can finally think again, I realize I'm shaking.
Ethan crawls up my body, gathering me in his arms. "You okay?"
"That was..." I can't finish the sentence.
"Yeah." He kisses my forehead. "It really was."
I can feel him still hard against my hip. "What about you?"
"This was about you."
"I want you inside me." I reach between us, palming him through his suit. "Please, Ethan. I need you."
He groans. "Are you sure? We can wait—"
"I don't want to wait. I want you. Now."
Something in his expression turns feral. "Okay, sweetheart. But we do this my way."
He stands, stripping off his suit and boxer briefs in one smooth motion.
My breath catches.
He's gorgeous. Long and thick and already leaking at the tip. I want to taste him, to feel the weight of him in my mouth, but before I can move, he's pulling a condom from the nightstand.
"Later," he says, reading my expression. "Right now, I need to be inside you."
He rolls on the condom and settles between my thighs. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and we both groan.
"Look at me," he commands softly.
I meet his eyes, and the intensity I see there steals my breath.
"I love you," he says. "I need you to know that. This isn't just sex for me."
Tears prick my eyes. "I love you too."
He kisses me as he pushes inside. Slow. Deliberate. Giving me time to adjust to the stretch.
The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. He's bigger than anyone I've been with before, and the slight burn only adds to the pleasure. Who knew I would like a bit of pain with my pleasure?
"Perfect, sweetheart," he murmurs against my lips. "You're so fucking perfect. Damn you are tight and wet for me.
When he's finally seated fully inside me, we both still.
"Okay?" he asks.
"More than okay. Move. Please move. Now."
He pulls back slowly, then pushes in again. Establishing a rhythm that's deliberate and controlled. Each thrust hits something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
"You feel incredible," he groans. "So tight. Like you were made for me."
"Harder," I beg. "I need more."
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you harder, sweetheart?"
The raw language makes heat flood through me. "Yes. Please."
He shifts the angle, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. The new position lets him go deeper, and I cry out.
"That's it. Let me hear you. Want the whole fucking neighborhood to know who's making you feel this good."
He pistons into me, harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure.
"Come for me again," he demands. "Come on my cock."
The combination of his words, his touch, the relentless thrust of his hips pushes me toward another orgasm. This one builds faster, sharper than the last one.
"Ethan—"
"That's my good girl. Come on, baby. Give it to me."
I shatter. My pussy clenches around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me so intense I see white. I scream his name, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, Lily—" His rhythm falters. "I'm—"
He buries himself deep and comes with a guttural groan, his whole body shuddering with release.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Finally, Ethan pulls out carefully and disposes of the condom. Then he's back, gathering me in his arms.
"You're crying," he says, concerned, wiping at the tears streaming down my face.
"Happy tears," I assure him. "That was... I've never..."
"I know." He kisses my forehead. "Me neither."
"Really?"
"Really. That was..." He seems to struggle for words. "That was making love, Lily. Not just fucking. I've had sex before. But I've never made love to someone. Not like that."
Fresh tears spill over. "I felt it, too."
"In a good way?"
"In the best way." I burrow closer to him. "I feel safe with you."
"You are safe. You are mine and as long as you are mine, you will be safe." His arms tighten around me. "We're doing this damn thing, aren't we?"
"We're really doing this."
"No regrets?"
"Not a single one."