Chapter 41
Ethan
She’s trembling.
Her lips are parted, her soft cherry-red lips, but I’m not ready to kiss her.
Not yet. I want to make this last. Tilting her chin up until our eyes meet, I feel a jolt, a physical reaction that shoots right through me.
The sapphire blue I’ve been dreaming about for a month has shifted into something darker and deeper, full of need.
She wants me. Not nearly as much as I want her, that isn’t physically possible, but there’s no mistaking that look.
My cock is throbbing against my shorts and I know it wouldn’t take much.
I could take her right now, a million different ways.
Up against this window, bent over the desk, on the bed.
Just thinking about it makes me dizzy and I have to pull back.
If she touches me, if she even looks at me the right way, it’s all over.
So I don’t let her.
The window is open, just a crack, but it’s enough to let the air in, a slight breeze that makes her hair dance around.
A strand blows across my face and I hear myself gasp.
One hand cupping her face, the other bracing myself against the window frame, I study her face, the blue eyes, the pouty lips, her eyebrows, two straight lines that give away her emotions more than she knows.
Right now they’re pulling together, like she’s holding herself back but afraid to make the first move at the same time.
I graze her cheek with my thumb and her breath comes harder and faster. I’m barely even touching her.
One kiss. The lightest possible brush of my lips against hers, then I pull away, a sigh catching in her throat and testing my willpower.
Her eyes are closed now and I run my hand all the way down, learning the contours of her face, her throat, her chest, skirting between her breasts and over her waist and hips.
When I grasp her ass with both hands, her eyes flutter open and she bites her lip.
I can’t imagine how I must look. Hungry.
Desperate. Obsessed. She’s wearing that long skirt again, the one that buttons all the way through, and without breaking eye contact, I slowly lower down to my knees and start to unfasten each button, working my way from the bottom up.
It’s a simple task but my hands are shaking and my cock is straining against my shorts, leaving me with a non-zero per cent chance of unloading before I’ve even touched her.
The final button at the waistband of the skirt tests my dexterity under pressure, but finally it’s undone, and so is Mia.
She looks down at me as I kneel in front of her, her skirt on the floor and both my hands wrapped around her thighs.
This time it’s me who has to look away, breaking eye contact to concentrate on her underwear, light blue and silky, narrow on the sides, cut high in the back making it easy for me to grab her ass, filling each hand and squeezing until she moans.
‘Your turn,’ I say, my voice hoarse with self-restraint. ‘What do you want, Mia?’
‘You.’
The word slips out of her without hesitation.
‘And what do you want me to do?’
I look up and see her hands gripping hold of my windowsill like she’s going to pull it off the wall.
‘I … I don’t know.’
My mind is a dark, hazy swirl, and any second now I know I could slip over the edge, lose myself in unfathomable depths, but I can’t, not yet. I have to keep control. I have to show Mia how I feel. So, I slide one hand between her legs and let it glide up and down the inside of her thighs.
‘Do you like me on my knees?’
‘Yes.’
So quiet I can only just hear her, but it’s all the permission I need.
With the tip of one finger, I trace a line over the top of her underwear, all the way from front to back, groaning when she sways and stumbles.
I move her ever so slightly outwards, spreading her legs to give me more room.
She’s wet already, I can feel it, I can see it, and when I press that one finger against the warmest spot between her legs, Mia gasps.
‘Tell me again,’ I demand. ‘Tell me what you want.’
‘You,’ she replies, louder, more urgent this time.
‘Do you want my hands or my mouth?’
‘I just want you. Please, Ethan, please.’
When she begs, I get so hard I don’t even think I can unfasten my jeans without hurting myself.
Tearing my mind away from my dick, I squeeze my eyes tight then open them again, concentrating on the most important thing.
Mia. Swirling circles over the saturated fabric of her panties makes my mouth go dry and when her knees start to buckle, I decide it’s time.
Pushing the silky material to one side, I slip a single finger into her wetness and slide it back and forth, remembering every touch that makes her gasp, murmur and moan.
I slip one finger inside her pussy, then two.
Her entire body lurches forward and I use my free hand to hold her up at the waist, Mia’s hands moving from the window frame to my shoulders, gripping so tightly.
As my fingers find a steady rhythm, I move forward to taste her.
My tongue laps at her slowly at first, until I know she isn’t going to fall.
She’s so wet, I can’t stand it, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, hardly daring to imagine how it would feel for her to come with my mouth on her.
One of Mia’s hands slips from my shoulder and grabs at my head, snatching a handful of hair, and it hurts in the best way. I groan against her, and she wavers again.
‘Ethan.’
The way she says my name as she gasps almost pushes me too far.
‘Stay there,’ I command before holding her open against my face and finding her clit with my lips. I suck gently, still fucking her with my fingers, almost delirious, all of my blood rushing to my dick.
‘I can’t,’ she replies frantically. ‘I can’t, I can’t.’
‘Yes, you can,’ I tell her. ‘You can stay there until you come for me.’
The order is all she needs. Her hand tightens in my hair, pulling at the roots, and I have to lean forward, holding her in place with my shoulders as I alternate lapping and sucking on her clit, then add a third finger inside her, stroking until I feel her begin to tremble on the inside.
Her hips grind against my face and I hear something tear, something crash to the ground, but I don’t care.
Mia is coming for me, hot and wet and all mine.
‘Fuck, Ethan, please don’t stop.’
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. She slips backwards against the wall as she comes, knees giving way, unable to hold herself up.
I pull back, wiping my face on my sleeve, and stare at her collapsed in front of me, a tumble of limbs.
Her face is flushed and sweaty, hair stuck to her forehead and when she opens her eyes, they’re unfocused and glassy, staring right back at me.
I don’t know how long we sit there, tangled up in each other and the curtains she pulled down from the wall, but it’s Mia who moves first.
She reaches for me, finding my face and pushing my damp hair back to frame it with both hands.
I don’t know what she’s looking for, but she seems to find it when she leans forward to kiss me, her mouth opening to me, the taste of her tongue sending me over the edge.
Whatever control I had is gone, I tear at my clothes, yanking my shirt over my head, the three buttons at the neckline dragging sharply over my face but I don’t care.
Mia’s shirt goes next, then her bra, releasing her perfect tits, the small pink nipples hard against the palm of my hand as I grab them.
Her fingers work on my sweatpants and I have to push her away when she rips them down enough to unleash my dick.
‘Please,’ she whispers when I grab her wrist to still her hand. ‘I want to.’
She wants to.
I nod. On my knees with Mia between my legs, I grab the fabric of the fallen curtains and squeeze.
Her tongue ripples over the head of my cock, exploring the length, sucking on me like I’m a treat.
I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think.
Her hand circles the base and wet lips wrap around me, taking me in, and stars shoot in front of my eyes.
When I hit the soft wall at the back of her throat, my whole body shudders and I pull away, carefully untangling myself, finding her eyes to speak without words.
I pull a condom from my desk drawer and unwrap it quickly, sliding it onto my pulsing cock, already wet with her spit and my pre-cum, and the moment it’s on, Mia is on me.
Her hands are in my hair as my arms lay her down on the ground.
Her legs wrap around my hips as I hold a hand out to protect her head from the wall.
Her body slides against mine and both of us are sweating and feral, even a sliver of space between us too much.
‘Fuck.’
I grunt as I slide inside her, hot and wet and tight, seizing up around my dick as I push deeper and deeper, fucking Mia on my bedroom floor, Mia clinging to me like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.
I know I can’t last long but I need to feel her come again.
On my knees, I grab her ass to pull her down, shifting the angle until my body is rubbing against her clit, and I keep fucking her harder until the friction sends her eyes rolling back in her head.
‘Don’t stop, I’m coming, don’t stop,’ she begs, and I wonder if she even knows she’s talking. ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—’
The words are cut off by her own gasp, a breathy exhalation that brings me right up to the edge, and when her climax rocks through both of our bodies, it drags me over, into the abyss and out of my mind.