Chapter 25
Ethan
The first time we were together was a slow burn. This time, it’s like a raging inferno. Three weeks of longing suddenly detonates and engulfs us in flames.
She’s ravenous, with no hesitation or fear, straining to get closer to me, even though she’s pinned under my weight. I deepen the kiss, stroking her tongue with mine and enjoying her smell and taste while she moans into my mouth and kisses me back with abandon. It’s carnal and decadent and perfect.
She pulls at my shirt, trying to get it out of the way, and I oblige her, fisting the material in one hand and yanking it over my head. She pauses at the sight of my chest. I can’t see much of her face, but I feel her hands running all over my torso in lustful appreciation.
This is the woman lurking behind those shadows, the fiery, passionate woman who wasn’t free to revel in her sensuality.
She pushes me to my back and straddles me while still stroking her hands up and down my chest and abs.
“You can tell me how hot you think I am, you know,” I tease.
“And I’m supposed to be the sucker for praise, huh?” she responds.
Then, she slowly pulls my shirt off her, leaving her in only my boxer shorts. I love her tits. I’ve never seen breasts quite like hers before. Average-sized, which on her small frame seem large, perfectly round, and topped with the sexiest areolae the color of caramel. I can’t see them right now, as there’s too much light, and my glasses are smudged. I whip them off, then stand.
“Put your legs around me.”
“Where are we going?”
“To close the curtains. I need to see you.” Once the room is relatively dark again, I take her back to the bed and follow her down.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Bonnie. And I love these.” I pinch her nipples while she writhes under me. When I take a rigid tip into my mouth, she starts to moan loudly.
Fuck, here we go with those sexy sounds that made me almost come in my briefs like a teenager. I might have to record her moans to stroke my cock to when she’s not here. When my hand moves downward to rid her of my boxers, she freezes.
“Bonnie?”
Stay with me, baby.
“Um, Ethan, I want to be on top.”
“Alright. In a sec.” I pull the shorts down her toned legs, then flip us over.
She starts to nibble on my skin from my neck down to my collarbone. She flicks her tongue against my flat nipples and slowly licks her way down my abs and now, I’m the one moaning.
She’s no longer the uninhibited, writhing woman pinned beneath me from moments before. She’s the sultry, sexy siren intent on driving me mad with lust.
She pulls down my sweatpants, freeing my cock. The momentary widening of her eyes is the only indication of her shock, but I see it before she can mask her expression.
Before I can figure out if we should take it slower, her hot mouth covers the crown of my thick cock. I throw my head back as pleasure engulfs me. Her tongue flutters and rubs against the underside of my glans, and I grit my teeth against the searing sensation.
“Fuck, Bonnie.” I groan. I open my eyes to watch her, wanting to commit this sight to memory.
She struggles to take more than my crown, but she works at it, using her two hands to pump where her mouth can’t reach.
I’m not small by any stretch, but seeing as Bonnie's fingers can’t fully encircle my girth and how tightly she closes her eyes, I know she’s freaking out.
Her tongue is driving me crazy, no doubt, but I want her to suck my cock, not just to get me off, but because she craves the feel and taste of me. I want her to cream herself imagining how I would feel inside her.
I don't stop her, though. Something tells me she needs to do this.
I let her suck me, enjoying the feel of her mouth. Either she’ll get too horny and ask me to fuck her, or she’ll eventually make me come. Or her jaw will ache too badly and she’ll have to stop.
“For Christ’s sake, Ethan, can you fucking come already!” she snaps after a long while.
I can't help it. I laugh.
“You’re an ass, you know. I’m here salivating on your horse cock; the least you can do is tell me how good it feels, not laugh.”
I grab her, then pin her under me. “You’re phenomenal. And I love your mouth. But if what you want is for me to come Bonnie," I lower my voice and growl in her ear, "you'll say my name, and you'll do what I tell you.”
“Huh? How can I do that with my mouth full of you?”
“You can say it with your sweet pussy full of me instead.”
I take her mouth, having missed her taste in the last few minutes. I plunder her mouth until she’s squirming against me. “So here’s what will happen, baby. I’m going to pin you down and fuck you, then you will watch me come. Deal?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods her head.
"Good girl." I see her pupils dilate with those two little words and I want to thump my chest in victory. How did I get so lucky with this sassy brat who responds to my words just as well as my touch?
My hand goes between her legs, and this time she spreads her thighs wider. My thumb finds her clit and I start stroking it in slow circles, the way she loves it. Her lids flutter closed. “Go on,” I whisper. “Say my name.”
“E-than.” Writhing against my hand, she moans as I insert a finger inside her.
“Yes, baby, that’s it, keep going, you’re getting drenched.” I can feel her clenching and tightening against my finger. “You’re so fucking responsive.”
I take my hand away, and she whines in protest, but her eyes fly open when she feels my cock at her entrance.
An impossibly stupid thought occurs to me, but I can’t dismiss it. “You have done this before, haven’t you? More than a few times?”
“N-not this way. There was only one time when I wasn’t…when I wasn’t on top,” she answers.
I nod. And it all finally makes sense. I’m overwhelmed by the amount of trust she’s putting in a big brute like me. “Don’t think, baby. Just say my name, and I’ll do the rest.”
“Ethan,” she whispers.
“Tell me to stop anytime if it gets too much, and I will, okay?”
She nods her head.
My thumb is back on her clit, and she gasps, moaning my name. She’s so wet now that my cock head becomes slippery with her juices. I press in, and she pants. I keep stroking her clit, making her too hungry to mind the excruciatingly tight fit.
By the time I’m halfway in, her fingers are digging into my back, and she’s arching against me. I grab her hands and pin them above her head before thrusting all the way into her.
She cries out my name, clenching tightly against me. “Fuck yeah, baby. Talk to me.”
“You’re so—I feel …full. Keep going,” she says.
Thank fuck!
I don’t need to be told twice, withdrawing and thrusting back into her, all the while telling her exactly what her tight pussy is doing to me. My hips pick up pace, and before long, I’m bottoming out in her, my heavy balls slapping against her ass.
And then, she’s begging me not to stop, incoherently calling out my name. She’s loud, unhinged, and I fucking love it.
A few more hard and deep thrusts, and she’s right there, squeezing me like a fist, convulsing, squirting all over my cock.
Jesus fucking Christ, the woman can come.
I barely have time to warn her before my own orgasm overtakes me. I command her to look at me, wanting to show her what she does to me. What I know she’s been dying to see. I throw my head back and groan loudly, my entire body jerking and trembling in ecstasy as I spurt hotly into her.
She only manages a few seconds of watching me before she’s crying out and convulsing around my cock again. Her second orgasm lasts a long time, and I have to make myself slip out of her because I can already feel my cock hardening again.
“Holy shit, woman!” I pant as we come down from our orgasms. As I shift my weight off her, she turns away, but I pull her back into my chest, spooning her. “Hey, hey. Don’t freak out or run away. Not before I’ve told you how incredible you are to fuck.”
“Ethan!”
“What, you’re shy? You just blew the top of my head off!” I debate fucking us both into another orgasm. Or three.
She hasn't eaten since yesterday, caveman.
“All I did was lay there,” she protests.
I huff out a laugh. “And breathe. And moan. And scream. And squeeze me like a fist as you came on my cock—”
“Okay, we get it, shut up.” She ducks her head to hide the beginnings of a smile.
“So, what did you think about not being on top?” I ask.
“Now you’re fishing for compliments.”
“More like feedback.”
“Well, Ethan, you’re so big—”
“Whoa, that’s dangerous feedback, babe. It’ll get you fucked again.”
“It’s true, I was a little terrified.”
I stop, shocked that she actually admitted it. “That wasn’t the only reason you were scared, though, was it?”
Bonnie stays silent, which confirms my suspicion. Something happened to this girl, something traumatic.
I keep my answer light when she doesn’t elaborate. “All the better to feel me throughout your trip to Clonmel, babe. Speaking of, how long do you think you’ll be there for?”
“Why do you care?” Bratty Bonnie is back.
“Bonnie Russo, how would you like to get spanked?”
“No! Never.”
Oh, but you are going to get spanked. It’s written somewhere in your near future, babe. You’re too fucking sassy not to make me snap one day.
“Answer me, then. When are you getting back?”
“I don’t know. I would like to stay until the funeral.” I see her eyes cloud with sadness, and I kiss her temple.
“Okay, baby. Call me if you need anything.” Then, quickly, I correct myself, “Call me even if you don’t need anything.”
I see her lips thin. So stubborn. She won’t call, not unless she’s in dire straits.
“Okay, we’ve got a few hours to burn. I’ll reheat your breakfast, and then, we’ll shower.” I hesitate for a second, just now remembering something important we should have discussed beforehand. “By the way, birth control?”
She flushes. “Oh, please. Happens all the time. I’ve got it covered.”
I manage to hide my snort.
Happens all the time. Really? You’d let a random guy you’re fucking for a power trip come inside you? No way in hell, brat.
Why Bonnie feels the need to fib about her sex life is beyond me, but I only grunt in response, pulling her from the bed so I can take care of her.