Chapter 53
53
“ W hat are we doing?” Cate asked as Ethan dressed her in about fifty layers.
After her nap . . . on Ethan’s lap, she’d spent the rest of the afternoon painting while he’d worked on his laptop. Then they’d watched an episode of Get Smart . It had been pretty funny. Especially the cone of silence.
Ethan had cooked them dinner and fed it to her.
But now . . . it was Cate and Ethan time. And nerves were filling her.
He’d said he wanted to taste her. Did he still want that? He wouldn’t have second thoughts, would he?
It was strange that he wanted to put more clothes on her, though, right?
“We’re going outside.”
“In the dark?”
“You’ll see.” He added a woolen hat, scarf, and gloves before leading her outside. To where he’d lit the firepit.
Oh. She’d never sat outside with the firepit lit. The flames were quite pretty.
“Like it?”
“Uh-huh.” She wandered closer and he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Whoa. Wait up. You’re not allowed too close.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you getting hurt. You’re to sit on the bench seat, understand?”
“But how do you get the firewood on it from this far away?” she asked.
“I can get closer,” Ethan told her as he placed a blanket over her. “You can’t. You’re too precious to risk.”
That seemed silly.
Surely, she wouldn’t be at risk. No more than him.
Although she did like being called precious.
“I thought we would have some s’mores,” he told her, sitting next to her.
“S’mores?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever had s’mores.”
“Never had s’mores? Well, we’ll have to remedy that.” He reached over for a tray of food he must have put out earlier. Lifting the covering she saw graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows.
“How do you do it?”
“First, we have to toast the marshmallows.” He picked up a special extendable fork.
Putting a marshmallow on the end, he drew it out so it was a few feet long.
Then he showed her how to put it in the flames. “Here you go, baby.”
She toasted it, letting out a cry as it went on fire. She drew it back, nearly flinging it in Ethan’s face.
“Careful, baby. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Ethan reached over to grab the pronged fork, blowing on it so the flame went out.
Then he carefully put the marshmallow on a graham cracker with a bit of chocolate, followed by another cracker.
“Here you are.”
Her eyes went wide. It was sticky and gooey and looked delicious.
He held it to her mouth and she took a bite. “It’s delicious!”
“I know.”
“More, please!” She ate the rest and bounced up and down.
“All right, let’s make another.”
This time, she managed not to burn the marshmallow. She got it all crispy on the outside and gooey in the middle.
Perfection.
After the third s’more, Ethan refused to make her anymore. Which was very rude. Although she was feeling a bit sick.
However, when he drew her onto his lap, she snuggled back into him. They watched the fire and the lake beyond. The fire started to die down as Ethan pulled her scarf off. He started to kiss his way down her neck.
A shiver ran through her. “Ethan?”
“Shh. Just let me explore. If you don’t like anything I do, you can say red.”
All right.
He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Of course she was wearing so much she couldn’t really feel him. But then he cupped her mound.
Yeah. She felt that.
Even through all her clothes.
His mouth reached that spot where her neck and shoulder met and she moaned.
He ground the palm of his hand against her clit. Another tremble rocked her. When he drew his hand away, she moaned out a protest.
“Shh, baby. Just let me do some exploring.”
Somehow, he managed to get his hand under her jacket and three tops to cup her breast.
She hadn’t bothered with a bra.
“Someone likes me touching her.”
Well, of course she did.
Everything he did felt amazing.
“I think we should take this inside. Where you don’t need too many layers.”
“Yes. Yes, we should do that.”
He set her down and then poured some water on the firepit. Picking her up, he carried her inside.
She wasn’t going to lie. She was nervous. But mostly, she was excited. They ended up pressed to the wall in the living room while he kissed her senseless. Then he started stripping her.
It took a while.
When she was down to her sleeveless tank-top and panties, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Ethan placed her down on her back on the bed before kneeling between her legs.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
“If there’s something I do that makes you unsure, you can say it and we’ll stop and talk.”
Relief filled her. Not that she thought he’d do anything to hurt her. But she just didn’t know how she would react to any of this.
“You’ve used toys before, haven’t you, baby?” he asked as he moved over her, his hands resting on the bed on either side of her head.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Vibrator?”
“Yes.” Why was he asking?
“Did you bring any of them with you?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Shame. We’ll play with them another time.” He laid kisses on her jaw and neck as he spoke.
Her skin felt so sensitive. Each brush of his lips touching her made her tremble. It felt like his lips had a direct line to her clit.
“I haven’t got any of my toys with me either.”
“Like what?” she asked as he grasped the bottom of her top and slowly worked it up, revealing her tummy. He ran his tongue over her skin and she sucked in a breath.
Oh. She didn’t think she’d like that.
But she did.
“I’ve got handcuffs. Do you like the idea of being tied up? Restrained?”
“M-maybe as long as they’re not tight.”
“I have handcuffs with soft fluff that won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you. Unless you wanted me to.”
“Why would I want you to?” she asked as he drew the top over her head, revealing her breasts.
“Hmm. I’ll show you.” He ran his teeth lightly over her nipple. The pain was slight, but it sent a burst of pleasure through her.
“You like that. Want to try more?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite and sweet.” He bit down on her nipple and she gasped, her hips going up into the air.
“Too much?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t want you to bite them all the time . . . but a little bit is strangely nice.”
“Good to know.” He moved to the other breast and bit the nipple before sucking on it.
“Ooh, God. Yes.”
He let her nipple slip free of his mouth and grinned at her.
“Is it okay to make noises?”
“Baby, yes. I’d be mad if you didn’t.”
Good to know.
He returned his attention to her nipples, playing with them until she was a mess. She was wriggling on the bed, trying to press her thighs together to find some friction. But he had her legs parted as he tortured her.
“Please, Ethan! Please!”
“My poor baby. She likes her nipples being played with. They are such pretty, pretty nipples.” He moved down her stomach. “But I need to move on to this pussy.”
Ethan shifted back so he could run his tongue along her lower tummy. Then he pulled her panties off. “God, baby, you’re wet. You’ve soaked your panties.”
“Sorry.”
“Why are you saying sorry? I want you to be wet. That’s kind of a necessity.”
“Yes, I suppose it is when your cock is so big.”
Another grin. “You’re good for my ego.”
Men.
Before she could reply, though, he was lying on his stomach and spreading her legs wide.
“Are you staring at me?” she asked after he just lay there. “Or are you having some sort of medical emergency?”
He snorted. “I’m staring at the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Cate didn’t want to ask how many he’d seen.
Strangely, she couldn’t help but feel pleased that her pussy was so pretty.
“Fuck, baby. So damn gorgeous. Listen to me.”
“Yes?”
“I want you to put your hands up above your head and keep them there, understand? If they get uncomfortable, sore, numb, or anything like that, then you say your safeword. But for now, I want you to do that, then close your eyes and just relax.”
Relax?
That wasn’t exactly what she thought she would be doing. But then he parted her pussy lips and his tongue . . .
Holy. Hell.
His tongue.
He played with her. Flicking her clit before he carefully pushed one finger inside her. His tongue moved faster. Then his touch grew slower, lighter.
Moans broke free from her lips as she tried desperately to stay in place. Just as she thought she was going to reach that peak, he drew away, leaving her to catch her breath.
“Please,” she cried. “Please.”
He had worked her up to taking two fingers. They were fucking her deep. Fast. Then slow. His tongue was circling her clit.
It was too much. She couldn’t take any more.
“Please, Ethan, I need . . . I need . . .”
He removed his tongue and she whimpered. No! More!
“What do you need, baby? I want you to tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need to come! Please, please, please. I need to come so badly.”
“My poor girl. All worked up, aren’t you? But you aren’t coming until you’ve taken three fingers in this tight pussy.”
She moaned. “Then do it.”
“Hmm. No. I like to take my time. Besides, you taste so damn delicious. I might get addicted to the taste of you. This is going to become my daily treat. When you’re working, I might just come into your office, kneel in front of your chair and eat you until you scream. Then I’ll bend you over your desk and fuck you hard and fast. Other times, I might just roll you over while you’re sleeping, spread these gorgeous legs and start to eat my fill.”
“If you think I’m going to object, then you don’t realize how good this feels.”
He laughed. “Good to know, baby. Now, get ready to take three fingers.”
Fuck. Yes.
She was so ready.
Ethan drew his fingers out and when he pushed them back in, she felt the stretch. It felt so different than her toys. So warm and right and she was desperate for more.
With his tongue on her clit and his fingers inside her, she felt herself spinning out of control. She couldn’t catch her breath, and everything grew muffled, the world around her fading until she screamed as she came. Her hands drifted down to his thick hair and she held on for the ride.
This orgasm was like nothing she’d experienced before. He continued to lick her softly, gently, bringing her back down. But she didn’t want to come back down.
Cate wanted more.
“You. Please. I want you inside me.” He slid his fingers free and she felt empty. “Please.”
He sat back on his knees and she watched, her breath in her throat, as he licked his fingers.
Without thought, she sat up and took his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself.
“Fuck, baby. You are killing me here.”
“I don’t want to do that.” Alarm filled her. Cate didn’t want anything happening to him.
“In a good way.”
“I don’t know if there’s a good way to die.”
“Happy. Happy is a good way to die. But no one is dying tonight.” Climbing off the bed, he started to strip.
She’d seen his chest before. It was wide and thick. Muscular.
And she’d seen his cock. She was intimate with his cock. But she’d never seen him completely naked like this.
Boy, was she regretting that now because he was beautiful.
“I can’t believe you’re so gorgeous,” she said as she moved onto her knees and shuffled to the edge of the mattress. “Can I touch? Kiss?”
“Go for it, baby. But if you turn me on too much, I’m going to pull you back. I am going to come inside you this time.”
She pouted slightly. Cate loved when he came in her mouth. But yes, she wanted him in her pussy this time. She wanted to experience being taken by him.
Owned by him.
Still, she explored his chest, kissing him, licking over his nipples and down his rippling abs. Wrapping her hand around his dick, she pumped his shaft slowly. Then she dropped her mouth down so she could lick along the head.
“Fuck, baby, fuck.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her ponytail free as he lightly fucked her mouth.
Cate liked being in charge. But she loved when he took control.
“Enough, no more,” he ordered, stepping back. “Get onto your back.”
After lying on her back, he gripped her hips and shuffled her back on the bed so he could kneel between her legs.
“You’re okay with me going without a condom?”
They’d already spoken about this. She was on birth control and he’d recently been tested for diseases.
So yeah, she was more than okay.
“Please fuck me bare. Please.”
“God, baby, yes. Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop.”
She wouldn’t. There was no way. He bent to lick her nipples, sucking on them and then, grasping hold of his dick, he guided it inside her.
God.
So different.
This couldn’t compare to her vibrator in any way. He was firm, warm, and while there was a stretch, she welcomed it. She wanted him.
Slowly, he seated himself inside her, then he paused. They both had to catch their breath. He stared down at her intently.
“Are you all right, baby?”
“Yes. Please move. Please.”
Bending down, he kissed her, his tongue teasing, the taste of her still on his lips.
Biting down on his lower lip, she moaned as she clenched around his dick.
It felt sooo good.
“Please. Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please move! God! I can’t take it.”
He pulled back, then pushed inside her. Oh heck.
God. It felt so good.
In. Out.
Slow. Too slow. She wrapped her limbs around him with a cry. “Faster! Harder!”
“Baby, you were fucking made for me.” He drove into her with firmer thrusts. The bed rocked. The world around them carried on, but it felt like time had frozen in this moment.
Then he pulled out of her.
“Noo!”
“Shh, baby. Roll over. Hands and knees and grasp hold of the headboard.”
“Oh yes, please!”
He laughed. “You like the idea of this position?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Me too. Do you know why?”
“No,” she said as she moved into place.
He shuffled in behind her and drove his dick inside her. “Because I can do this.” Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts. “And I can do this.” He pulled her so she was sitting on his cock while he rested back on his haunches. One arm held her in place while dropped his free hand to toy with her clit.
He rocked into her while he toyed with her, pushing her higher and higher.
“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t.”
“You can come again, baby. I know you can. I want to feel you ripple around my dick. Come for me. Do what you’re told.”
A sob escaped her as her body shook. He felt so thick. He was so big inside her. But it felt sooo good.
And she felt herself falling over that edge and crashing. Hard. He moved her back onto her hands and knees, but she collapsed forward onto her chest. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He simply grasped hold of her hips and fucked her with hard, sharp thrusts.
Her orgasm was drawn out as she clenched down on him, wanting more.
Finally, he gave his own shout of satisfaction as he pushed deep, holding onto her tight as he came inside her. Then he pulled free before rolling her over. Falling down next to her on his back, he moved her on top of him, just holding her there.
Ethan ran his hand up and down her back until her heartbeat started to slow down.
“Are you all right, baby?”
“All right?” she asked. “I’m really not sure.”
He slid her onto her back, sitting up to peer down at her worriedly. “Are you hurt? Sore? I’ll run you a bath. Is there bleeding?”
Suddenly, he spread her legs and ran his fingers through her pussy lips.
“No, no, nothing like that. I just . . .”
“You just what?” he asked.
“I think I get what you were saying about dying a happy death.”
Finally, he grinned.
Then, laughing, he lay beside her and held her tight. “Definitely a happy death.”