Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
E than sat up, with an abruptness that made Amina regret her impulsive words. What the hell was she thinking to say something like that? Did one kiss make her lose all her senses completely?
It was possible, because no one had ever held her so tenderly and with so much passion.
Even when Mark had professed his love for her in the beginning, her body had never reacted quite like this, nor did she completely lose herself in his arms like this.
“I’m sorry. Forget I said that.” She attempted to pull away, but he caught her by the wrist and held on.
“No. Do you think you can say something like that and expect me to forget it? We can never go back to the way things were before because you have no idea how much I’d like to do exactly that.”
“But…I’m not sure if we should. I’m still technically in a rela?—”
He placed his finger over her lips and shook his head. “Don’t say it. Don’t you fucking dare bring that asshole’s name up. I could just kill him for what he did to you. He forfeited any claim to you when he hurt you. And I’m not going to allow him to ruin something that could be special between us. So tell me what you really want, Amina. And you’d better mean it because after tonight there’s no going back. I intend to make you mine in every sense of the word.”
Her hands shook and her lips quivered. This dream was getting more fantastical by the second but even if it wasn’t real, she wanted nothing more than anything to give in to the fantasy.
She’d lived most of her life at the behest of others. She’d been an afterthought, someone with didn’t deserve the common decency of human kindness. Deep down she’d always wondered when it would be her turn to be selfish and take what she wanted.
Staring into the deepness of Ethan’s dark gaze, Amina realized that time was now. She didn’t care about the consequences of tomorrow when she had what she wanted right here.
She ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips and took a deep breath. “I want you too, Ethan.”
“Then have me. Have all of me, Amina.”
He pulled her toward him until she was sitting on his lap and covered her lips in an almost bruising kiss.
She circled her arms around him, returning his fervor as if tonight was all they had. Amina pressed her body against his wanting to be closer to him.
Their tongues met, circling and tasting the other in an erotic dance of pure bliss.
She wiggled in his lap and threaded her finger through his hair to deepen the kiss. No one had ever made her feel this hungry and needy to be touched.
Ethan cupped her breast, and her nipple instantly pebbled beneath his seeking touch. It was a light caress at first but with each passing second, he grew more aggressive.
He buried his face against her neck and nibbled on her tender flesh with light love bites. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this.”
“Me too,” she groaned as he peppered kisses along her collar bone.
The more he caressed and kissed her, the more she squirmed in his lap and was met with the stiffness of something thick and hard.
He bit down on her shoulder with a growl. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to be responsible for what I do next.”
Emboldened with a newfound sense of freedom, Amina grinded her ass against his steadily growing erection.
“Oh, you want me to lose control, don’t you?”
She ran a finger down the center of his chest. “What do you think?”
“I think you want me to fuck the shit out you.”
Never in her wildest imagining did she ever think she’d hear the even-tempered Dr. Ethan Han to speak to her like this but it excited Amina and she wanted more of it.
“What if I do?”
“Then keep shaking that ass and you’ll find out soon enough.”
Amina repositioned herself until she straddled his lap and they were face to face. She hiked up her dress and placed her hands on his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes as she gyrated her body against his hardness, moving her hips in circular motions.
Ethan tilted his head back. “Fuck, where did you learn to do that?”
She bit her bottom lip and smiled. “It’s a secret.”
The truth was, she’d never done anything like this in her life but her grandmother always told her that she had a natural rhythm when they’d dance around the house to old jazz albums.
Remembering the beat of the drums, she moved to the memory of the music. It felt as if her body had a mind of its own as she swiveled her hips against him. Each time she rubbed her crotch over his dick, her core grew more heated.
A moan escaped her lips, and she buried her face against his neck.
If someone would have told her when she met Ethan that one day she’d be dry humping him as if her life depended on it, she would have laughed in their face. Yet here she was, doing exactly that and it felt amazing. Nothing else mattered in this moment than how incredible it felt to be in his arms.
“Fuck….Amina.” Ethan groaned, gripping her hips and moving along to the rhythm she created.
With each twist of her hips, the cotton material of her panties rubbed against her clit creating the most delicious friction. She was certain if she kept going, she’d cum right on his lap.
But apparently Ethan had other ideas.
“You’re driving me crazy, woman.” Ethan rolled Amina onto her back and untangled himself from her.
Amina whimpered in need, already missing the heat of his body. Ethan stood up, pulling her along with him, and grabbed a handful of her ass in each of his palms.
Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the floor.
“Bedroom. Now.” He huffed urgently.
The sentence wasn’t complete but the command was clear. If she had a moment of clarity, Amina may have thought things were progressing way too quickly but her body was in full command over her mind and she wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of this beautiful man, deep inside her.
The intensity of her want, frightened Amina but it was a need that couldn’t be denied.
“Upstairs, second door on the right,” she answered breathlessly.
She buried her face against his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne that clung to his skin like an aphrodisiac. Amina wanted to consume all of him.
He took the stairs two at a time, rushing to get to his destination as if he couldn’t wait to have her.
As soon as they entered her bedroom, Ethan wasted no time. Placing Amina on her feet, he forcefully, twisted her around until her back was flush with his chest. He undid the fastenings on the back of her bodice with the expert precision of the surgeon he was.
He pushed the dress down her body until it pooled at her feet. Since it had a built-in bra, she was left in only a pair of white panties. She was fully aware that she didn’t have the curvy body of an internet model with the big boobs and ass and a ridiculously tiny waist. Candace had that in spades and Amina had always been compared to her in school and well into adulthood. Her old insecurities crept up on her and she could hear Mark’s criticism of her body in her head.
You’re too scrawny.
Your breasts are too small.
Your knees are knobby.
Your belly button sticks out.
Amina crossed her arms over her chest, afraid of what Ethan would think of her, but he pushed them back down.
“Don’t. You are so fucking gorgeous.”
He spanned her neck with his hand and held her against him as he tweaked one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, giving it a pinch. He applied just enough pressure to make it hurt and feel good at the same time.
Lowering his head, he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth.
He tightened his grip around her neck and squeezed each nipple in turn until they were both so sensitive they ached.
“Ethan,” she whispered his name, reveling in his sensual exploration of her body.
“That’s right baby, say my name. I want you to know who’s going to make this pussy weep tonight.”
Ethan eased his hand down the center of her body and slipped the tip of his fingers just inside her panties, gently rubbing the hair nestled between her thighs.
Amina squirmed as his hand went lower, grazing her outer lips.
“Damn, Amina, you’re already wet. Your panties are soaked. And what’s this poking out to greet me?” He rubbed her clit, and rolled it between his fingers.
Her knees gave way and she slumped against him. Ethan released the grip he had around her neck and wrapped it around her waist.
“It’s alright, baby. I got you. Why don’t you step out of these.” He pushed her soaked panties down her thighs and they fell to the floor. His hand instantly returned to her pussy, teasing her entrance, going in just a little only to withdraw.
“Please…” she begged, wanting more.
“Tell, me what you want Amina.” He kissed her shoulder. “Is your pussy hungry? Does it need to be fed?”
She nodded, unable to speak as an intense wave of pure pleasure raced throughout her entire being.
He grazed his lips against her neck. “Say the words. I want to hear them.”
“I-I want you Ethan. I want you to touch me. All over.”
“Oh? Like this?” He slipped two fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Amina moved her hips in time with his fingers as he worked them in and out of her pussy.”
“God damn, Amina,” he whispered in her ear. “Listen to that squishy sound. So wet and sloppy. That’s the sign of some good pussy. This means you’re ready to be fucked.”
“Mmm.” She arched her back and turned her head to meet his lips as his fingers slammed in and out of her.
Ethan’s dirty talk took her by surprise because he always came off so staid and professional in the office. In the bedroom he was someone completely different. Forceful. Dominating. And even a little dangerous.
Amina couldn’t remember a time when she’d been this turned on. Foreplay wasn’t something she was used to. So the way Ethan worked her body was like a maestro and his symphony. And she was his willing instrument.
Her thighs quivered as blood rushed to her head and an incendiary flame scorched her insides. Heat spread throughout every inch of her and she began to shake all over.
“Ohgodohgodogod!” she screamed as a gush of fluid ran down her legs.
Ethan chuckled. “Holy shit, you’re a squirter.”
Shattered by the intensity of her orgasm, Amina collapsed against Ethan. He tightened his grip around her waist with a muscular arm, giving her the support her legs refused to.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He whispered against her highly sensitized skin.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed and gently laid her on top of the covers.
Their eyes connected while he removed his clothes. He revealed a lean sculpted body. Amina licked her suddenly dry lips as she took in his perfect physique from his toned pectoral muscles down to his washboard abs. It was clear he worked out to achieve a build like this.
Amina’s eyes drifted lower, taking in every bit of him. She gasped when she eyed the readiness of his dick. She hadn’t seen many in her life, but it appeared to be slightly over average length.
What surprised her the most was how thick it was. It curved ever so slightly, but it was…pretty, something Amina never thought she’d attribute to a man’s private parts.
He was the epitome of the perfect male specimen, and she couldn’t believe Ethan was all hers for the night.
She was still coming down from the high Ethan provided but she wanted nothing more than to be covered by his heavenly body.
As if reading her mind, he joined her on the bed, falling on top of her. Their mouths instantly merged in a desperate need to connect and be closer to each other.
Amina threaded her fingers through his dark locks, completely surrendering herself to the passion she knew only Ethan could ignite. Their tongues met in a dance of erotic choreography as they tasted each other.
Every part of her body was engaged. Her skin tingled with goosebumps as an incredible warmth shot from her core and licked its way along every part of her.
She twisted her head away to catch her breath, overwhelmed by the passion burning within her.
Ethan buried his face against her neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long. God, you’re beautiful.”
He proceeded to rain kisses all over her clavicle to the center of her chest. Each time his lips made contact with her heated skin, Amina released a whimper of delight.
This man was pure magic.
Amina still felt like she was in the middle of a dream. How else could she explain this God-like man telling her how beautiful she was and doing things to her body she’d only seen in dirty movies.
Impatient to have him inside of her, she rubbed her pelvis against his erection. “Please…” she begged.
“Shit woman, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.” She pressed her lips against his chest.
“Oh, so you like to tease huh? Well, I’ve got something for you.”
Without warning, Ethan moved to his knees and grabbed her legs before tossing them over his shoulders.
He gripped her hips and dove between her legs, face first. His tongue proceeded to assault her pussy like a prized fighter with a grudge. He licked her from her clit to the crack of her ass in chaotic strokes.
“Ethan! Ohmygod!” Amina shook her head from side to side as rivets of delight traveled through her body. Heat seared her insides, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
She never imagined, her body was capable of feeling like this. Intimacy before this was pleasant, but she’d never experienced the sensations she’d read about in the smut novels, her grandma used to keep around the house.
Amina’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, when he inserted two fingers inside her pussy and clamped on to her clit with his lips. As he sucked on the throbbing bundle of nerves, he hooked his fingers inside of her, finding her g-spot.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body convulsed uncontrollably. Amina lost her ability to speak, see and hear. All she was capable of was moaning unintelligibly and shaking her head from side to side as he devoured her pussy.
Even when she came, he kept eating her out as if he hadn’t had a meal in days, licking and slurping her juices like a greedy bastard.
“Can’t…take it…” she groaned.
He continued unheeded taking her on a journey of ecstasy and hedonism. Amina didn’t think herself capable but she came again, and this time she nearly passed out.
Just when she was on the edge of sexual insanity, Ethan raised his head with a satisfied smirk on his face. The lower part of his face glistened with her juices and the sight of his debauchery turned Amina on in ways she couldn’t explain.
He smirked. “You tasted amazing.”
Amina opened her mouth to respond but the words would not come.
Ethan gently removed her legs from his shoulders and positioned himself between her thighs. He then guided his dick against her entrance and rubbed the bulbous head along her puffy lips.
“You’re already so wet. I bet I’d slide right in. Tell me you want this as much as I do. I need to hear you say it, Amina.”
There was no way she could deny him. “Yes,” she managed to croak. “Please make love to me, Ethan.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He raised her hips just enough to thrust so deep inside her, she could feel him all over her body.
Amina cried out in a combination of surprise, relief and desire. He was inside of her and the wondrous sensation of her walls beings stretched to their limits threatened to send her hurtling toward another mind-blowing climax.
She clutched his forearms and wiggled her hips to accustom herself to the fullness she felt.
Ethan moved slowly at first, gyrating his hips in a rolling movement, slowly at first. But soon he picked up the pace, taking her on a wave of existential bliss. With each thrust, he seemed to go deeper, hitting her spot and taking her closer and closer to another devastating orgasm.
“So fucking tight. So good,” he grunted.
“Yours…” she moaned, giving herself to him completely.
Her entire nervous system nearly shut down when she reached her peak yet again. “Ethan!” She screamed his name as she dragged her nails down his chest.
“Amina, fuck. I’m going to cum!”
Hot liquid flooded her insides, as her body shook.
Amina could barely wrap her head around the pleasure she’d just experienced. All she knew was that she didn’t want this moment to end.
Ethan released her thighs and collapsed on top of her.
He brushed her lips with his before whispering. “From here on out, you’re mine.”