Chapter 22 #3
I couldn’t remember ever having been this wet in my life—for anyone.
Ethan’s fingers drew a moan from me. I pressed myself against him.
He had already shown me in the pool how skilled he was with his hands, but today it felt even better.
My body was no longer unfamiliar to him, and while last time I might have subconsciously harboured some reservations, this time I could trust him completely.
I could surrender to him fully . . . and I did.
“Will you come for me?” Ethan asked, his pupils dilated with arousal as he relentlessly pushed me closer to climax with his fingers.
I moaned, breathless. “If you keep going like this, I definitely will.”
He increased the pressure of his hand, not taking his eyes off mine.
I wanted to close mine and lose myself fully in the sensation, but I forced myself to keep looking at Ethan, because I had noticed the last two times how much it turned him on to watch me lose control.
And lose it I did. Completely and utterly.
My body tensed—and then relaxed as an all-consuming orgasm swept over me. It left me breathless, silently thrumming with joy. Not a single muscle obeyed me anymore. I lay there panting, unable to move.
“Wow,” I whispered, overwhelmed. I had meant to thank Ethan, but instead, he’d given me yet another gift. “That was incredible.”
“I know,” Ethan replied, looking into my flushed face. “Do you want to keep going? Or have you had enough for today?”
“Definitely keep going,” I said, because there was no way I was going to leave him unsatisfied.
To underline my words, I sat up and reached for the box next to the sofa where he kept his condoms. I grinned when I saw that he’d restocked.
I took one out and rolled it over him. He moaned as I touched his erection and began to stroke him gently, not too firmly—I didn’t want him to come yet.
“Do you have a favourite position?” His voice was hoarse.
I shook my head. I didn’t. I would never have admitted it to Ethan—he had already teased me in the pool about being inexperienced—but my ex-boyfriends had been anything but adventurous. Which meant I’d never really had the chance to find out what I liked. “You?”
“Mm-hm,” he murmured.
“Do you want to try it with me?”
He grinned happily. “I was hoping you’d say that. Lie down.”
It was the easiest thing in the world. I made myself comfortable on the sofa while Ethan knelt between my thighs, legs spread. He reached for my ankles and rested my thighs on his, leaving me wide open before him, my hips lifted to the height of his erection.
He looked down at me, his hands on my hips. “Is this comfortable for you?”
“Yes.” And even if it hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have cared in that moment.
“If you don’t like this, just tell me.”
“Sure, but I’m sure I will.” I liked everything Ethan did to me. He leant down and kissed me one last time, then straightened up to position himself before me. And then he was finally inside me again.
I couldn’t explain why finally had come to mind.
Our last time together hadn’t been that long ago, yet I had missed his closeness.
Whether I liked it or not, I was hooked on Ethan.
It wasn’t just his body, but the way he could take away my pain and worries.
It was how I felt when I was with him. Lighter, happier.
More hopeful. More like the old Grace. More like myself.
More like someone who could one day be happy again.
Ethan had told me that I just needed a little hope—but maybe what I really needed was him.
“Is this OK for you?” His blue eyes had darkened, and a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead.
He had stopped despite his arousal, and waited motionless inside me.
He seemed to have remembered how overwhelmed I had been during our first time together.
I still was, but I loved the feeling of him filling up every last part of me.
“More than OK,” I replied.
They were the last intelligible words to leave my lips.
All that followed were incoherent murmurs, punctuated with gasps and moans, as Ethan once again drove me out of my mind.
And just as I’d expected, he didn’t take his eyes off me for a single second.
I realised now why this was his favourite position—kneeling over me, he could see everything: my flushed face, my breasts rising and falling in time with his thrusts.
Even the place that now joined us was visible to him when he looked down.
And I, too, could see Ethan in all his beauty.
His handsome face, marked with pleasure. His perfect body with its taut muscles.
But by far the most captivating thing about him was the way his eyes devoured me.
Knowing that the sight of me aroused him so much was intoxicating, and it didn’t take long before I could feel my second orgasm begin to build.
Ethan noticed right away, and straightened up.
The angle of our bodies shifted only slightly, but it changed everything.
He now hit the perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him even closer.
My moans grew louder, filling the room—just as Ethan filled me.
His fingers dug into my hips, and his movements grew harder, faster.
There were no more thoughts, only sensations—and then I came, and he followed.
Together, we lost ourselves in an incredible oblivion, a sweet nothingness where all that mattered was that we were together right now.