Chapter 45
Never.Nothing. What? I’d never experienced anything like that. That... what he did, what he made my body do. Everything inside me had surged, like erratic eddies moving in every direction.
Ethan gave me a small smile as he undressed himself. My eyes were drawn to his fingers rolling the condom on. My heart rate sped up. I’d never been so excited about having sex in my whole life. If what just happened was anything to go by, this wouldn’t only be about him getting his rocks off. Was I being selfish? I shouldn’t be thinking just about myself.
Ethan approached the bed never taking his eyes off me. My stomach squeezed. I shuffled up the bed. He kneeled on it and kissed my stomach, my chest, my neck. Then he reached my lips, and I could feel the smile on his as he kissed me lightly.
“Lucky the kids aren’t home. Your screams would have woken them up.”
A soft laugh escaped my lips. I’d lost control and it was amazing. “That was a new experience for me.”
“Mmm.”
He captured my lips and kissed me hard and deep. Every part of me responded. I yearned for him.
Ethan pulled his lips away and raised himself onto his elbows. “OK?”
I nodded.
He guided himself in. I grabbed onto his shoulders as I stretched around him and he moved inside me. I’d done that earlier when I’d lost control. I blushed. I wanted to let go of him, to have some sense of composure, but his rhythm and size had me hanging on tight.
He slowed down. I searched his face as he let out a little huff. He slowed further.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Need to slow down a bit. I don’t want you to think I’m a one-trick pony.”
I ran my thumb over his lips and then followed with a kiss where I tugged at his bottom lip. “I don’t care how many tricks you have if they all feel as good as this.”
He pumped inside me. “As good as this?”
I sighed. “Yes.”
His rhythm picked up again. In. Out. In. Out. Hitting some magical spot each time. My fingers dug into his back. I met him thrust for thrust. He lowered his head, and his ragged breathing caressed my neck.
“Fuck... you…feel... so good,” he grunted.
He groaned stroke after stroke. Each thrust moved me higher up the bed until he anchored me there. With every movement, his groin rubbed against my clit. Holy shit. Heat spread through my body. I cried out. Spasm after spasm around his dick.
“Fuck,” Ethan groaned. He slammed into me, his whole body shaking.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he lay on top of me, our sweat and hot skin slick.
“Not a one-trick pony,” I whispered in his ear.
He let out a chuckle. Then kissed me. Our breathing didn’t have a chance to normalise. Nothing about Ethan and me was normal. And that scared me. My feelings especially.
* * *
I wokeup like I had most mornings wrapped in Ethan’s arms. Sex hadn’t changed that part of our lives, but what about all the other parts? Would there be expectations now? I didn’t just mean about sex. Although, the fact that he hadn’t wanted me to reciprocate straight after my first orgasm surprised me. In the past it had been more like OK you’ve had your turn, bad luck if you didn’t orgasm, my turn now. I don’t even think the thought crossed Ethan’s mind.
Did sex bring other expectations? Like some sort of commitment? That sounded very old-fashioned. Was there now supposed to be some confession of love? My feelings were so confused.
I’d let Ethan lead the way. Was that wise? He wasn’t known for sharing his feelings. That might actually be best in this situation. I nodded. Good plan.
I rolled onto my back and stretched. The morning sun was halfway across the room. I glanced at the clock. 8am. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so late.
Ethan shifted and opened his eyes. He gave me a lopsided smile. “Morning.”
Flashes of our orgasms flew through my mind. It certainly was a good morning.
Ethan rolled over and kissed me. His hand skimmed up my leg, over my hips and under my top. His big hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. His thumb rubbed the underside of my breast. Seconds later, his whole hand was cupping it. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It hardened instantly. The way my body responded to him was unreal.
Ethan yanked my top off and his mouth took over from his hand. When his mouth crossed over to the other one, the air caressed my wet nipple. My skin prickled.
Ethan drew his hand down my stomach and into my underwear. “So wet for me already.”
He slid two fingers in and scissored them back and forth. Holy shit. I reached down and shoved my underwear off. His hand had freedom of movement. As his fingers pumped, he rested his thumb at the base of my clit. Holy shit. My small moans filled the otherwise silent room.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“What about this?”
His fingers moved inside of me. He hit the spot. I nodded. And moaned out something that sounded like yes. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
I pushed my back into the mattress and opened my legs wider. His thumb moved in the same rhythm as his fingers.
“And this?”
I nodded. That spot. His thumb. Holy shit. I clutched at the sheets. As I opened wider, my whole body was gasping for air. My stomach tightened. I clenched my teeth. Why? I didn’t know. I couldn’t breathe.
He moved his fingers again. I clamped around them. And spasmed. A silent cry escaped my mouth. My whole body trembled. Is this what an earthquake felt like?
I opened my eyes as Ethan rolled onto his back. My breathing was ragged. I concentrated on each of my limbs, feeling them one by one, restoring my body to normal.
I reached for Ethan’s hand. Sex on legs.
I giggled.
Ethan swung his head to mine and raised his eyebrows.