Chapter Forty Five
Etienne closed the front door of Ophelia’s home and wrapped his muscular arm around her waist, pulling her back to his chest. She gripped his forearm to stabilize herself. God, she loved his arms. She wanted to lick that one vein from wrist to elbow.
Goose bumps dotted her skin as his warm breath fanned across her neck. Etienne inhaled deeply.
“Fuck, I love the smell of your skin,” he said and flattened one hand against her stomach as the other pushed her hair to the side. The feeling is mutual, she thought. Ophelia’s breath turned heavy.
“What do I smell like?” she probed and tilted her head to the side, opening her neck more for him.
Etienne hummed in thought. “Floral,” he said, pausing in thought. “Like nectar… and a bit like the way saltwater smells in the air when you’re near water.”
Ophelia smiled. Etienne flipped her around and kissed her mouth with a softness she had yet to experience from him.
He was exploring the texture of her lips, the shape of her cupid’s bow, the feel of her beauty mark above her lip, and the plumpness of her bottom lip.
He swept a tongue across the seam of her lip, and she opened wider as his tongue swept in.
With Etienne, kissing was like watching a movie trailer.
His mouth was a precursor for what he would do to her body. This was just a taste.
He traced his tongue lightly around the most sensitive parts of her mouth, and a tingling sensation triggered her to release a tortured sigh.
Etienne moved from her mouth and nipped at the flesh under her jaw.
He made his way to her ear, where he breathed right into it.
She shivered and swore she could feel her ear pulse.
She’d heard of eargasms but thought they were made up.
Etienne dipped his tongue into her ear canal, and her ear pulsed again.
Her core clenched, and she could feel herself getting wetter.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “I didn’t know I could feel this good from my ear.”
Etienne’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, and he went for her ear again. She moaned in pleasure. He walked her backward from the front door to her bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
Etienne pulled off his shirt. “I want to take my time with you, and by that, I mean I want to fuck you all night…” He tilted his head slightly in consideration. “Or as long as we can stay awake.”
Ophelia smiled. “I like that idea.”
“Good. Now strip. I need you naked.”
Ophelia eagerly removed her clothes, kicking them on the floor. Etienne had undressed to his boxer briefs and was palming his thick erection.
“Panties too, O.” Etienne’s voice was so low. It was almost a growl. Ophelia couldn’t help but comply with his demands. Her mind was drenched in lust. She lifted her hips and pulled down her lace thong.
“Good. Now, lie down in the middle of the bed.” Etienne’s eyes darkened as he tracked her movements, and when she lay down fully with her long hair fanned around her, Etienne groaned.
Etienne climbed on the bed and sat up next to her. He trailed his fingertips from the inside of her knee to the crease of her thigh. That one move had her pussy begging for him as her hips involuntarily lifted.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Shh…Not yet. Just feel, Ophelia. Let me learn you. Just enjoy it.” His finger continued to trace up her belly, dipping into her navel before moving to her side.
The caress of his fingers on the slope of her waist and across her ribs was complete torture.
He circled her breasts, avoiding her nipples.
She was lost to his touch. It felt so rejuvenating to be the center of his attention, like his touch could make her whole. An awakening. A rebirth.
“Ophelia?”
“Hmm?”
“I want to try magic on you again…” Etienne smiled mischievously. “Like that one time.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Do it.” The thought of Etienne using his magic on her sent her senses to another height. She was practically vibrating.
Etienne dipped to suck her pert nipple in his mouth as he placed one hand over her heart.
With his other hand, he cupped her pussy.
Ophelia licked her lips, watching his strong arms on her.
His chest and abs were otherworldly—strong and impenetrable like a Roman statue.
She wanted to kiss him all over and suck on his Adam’s apple.
Etienne breathed in deeply, and with one last longing look, he closed his eyes.
Ophelia, however, could not keep her eyes off him.
His mouth was slightly parted with a contented lift.
His eyebrows furrowed, and Ophelia knew his magic was about to surge through her.
Ophelia gasped as warmth spread from her core, sending a shiver across her flesh that left her skin feeling so sensitive that the air in the room felt like it was caressing her. Her heart felt so full and content, like it could burst with love and joy.
Imaginary silk ribbons began to drag across her flesh. The pleasure was so intense that she ground her hips into his hand, desperate for relief. Her mind never wanted it to stop, but her body sought that release.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Ophelia.” His words were a gentle caress to her soul.
“Etienne,” she panted. Ophelia struggled to open her eyes. She wanted to see him fill her with ecstasy, but the pull of pleasure was making it difficult.
“That’s a good girl.” Etienne hummed. “Come for me.” Etienne sucked on her neck and pushed two fingers into her sopping core.
He began pumping her, and with the curl of his fingers, she erupted with a gush of her own release.
Shaking uncontrollably. She held onto his strong forearm as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.
Ophelia’s eyes were wide in shock at what she had just experienced.
He made her squirt again. What in the world?
Etienne growled with want. He wasted no time crawling up her body, placing his hips between her soaked legs, and rubbing his length up and down her center as he coated his length in her cum.
She was so sensitive she could barely take it.
“E, I need you in me. Please. Please,” she begged. She felt the tip of him notch at her entrance. He pushed in, and they moaned in unison. He was stretching her, but he wasn’t even close to being fully inside her. He pulled out a little and then pushed farther in.
“Oh my god,” she breathed.
“Take me in, Ophelia.” She nodded and tried to relax as she opened her legs farther. “Wider,” he demanded, and she willed herself to stretch farther.
He pulled out an inch, and then, on her exhale, he slid all the way in. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
Ophelia was losing her mind. She was so stretched and so sensitive, and her body was on autopilot, moving and swirling her hips underneath him.
“Slow down, O. Let me fuck you. You’ll get your chance.”
“It feels too good.”
Etienne was leaning forward, held up by his muscular arms, and the movement from his thrusts caused his chest hair to rub delightfully against her aching nipples.
He sat up and grabbed her legs, placing both straight in the air, resting on the sides of his head.
Her legs framed his gorgeous body, and she was able to bear witness to his undulating hips that made his abs ripple.
It was such an erotic sight, and with a little added force, he hit that spot within her, making her scream.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t stop.” Etienne pumped faster as Ophelia began to lose her mind. The noises she made were animalistic. She was on the brink. Ready to come undone, and with one more hard drive of his hips, she did.
The force of her orgasm involuntarily pushed his cock out of her as she poured from her core.
Reveling in the mess he made of her, Etienne fisted his cock and ran it up and down from her vagina to her clit.
On a moan, Ophelia squirted even more, casting drops of her wetness across both their flesh.
Sated and exhausted, Ophelia’s body lay limp on the bed.
“I’m not done with you, O.” He slapped the side of her ass cheek. Etienne leaned back like a king with his head and shoulders propped up against a pillow. He patted his leg. “Ride me.”
Ophelia was having an out-of-body experience. She was no longer in the room, but somewhere floating in the starry night sky.
Somehow, she did as she was told and straddled his hips. She aligned his cock to her entrance and sank on him.
Etienne grabbed her ass and thrusted into her on a moan. “That’s my fucking good girl.”
Ophelia smiled. She was regaining consciousness, and she wanted to show him how good she could make him feel.
In this position, he felt even bigger, so she tested her movements first by swirling her hips around and trying a back-and-forth motion.
She liked the back-and-forth best. She sank as far as she could, so her clit was able to find friction from his pelvis.
She placed her palms on his broad chest and began to rock.
Her swaying tits were lusciously heavy, and the look of awe on Etienne’s face gave her a jolt of confidence. She kept her rhythm, losing herself in the feel of him. She loved how solid he felt under her and how hard and thick he felt inside her.
He continued to look at her like she had him under a spell, like she was giving him life.
She knew he’d happily die under her, worshipping at the altar of her hips, drinking from the chalice of her core.
It was blasphemous. But Ophelia thought that if there was a god, the evidence was between her thighs in that moment.
A whimper released itself from Ophelia’s mouth, and her sound was like the snapping of a tether on Etienne’s restraint.
He spanked her ass, and she groaned in bliss.
She loved it. She always liked a light smack during sex, but this was different.
He was pushing her. Testing her. Seeing just how far his goddess would go.
“More,” she said, and another smack came down on her ass cheek. She hissed. “Yes. Harder,” she demanded, and he gave it to her.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She loved the sting and the pleasure that replaced it.
The spanking was spurring her into a frenzy, and at a shift of her hips, she found the spot.
Her body shook as she continued to grind on him.
His cock was so deep inside her, coaxing forth her third orgasm.
She now knew that the spot he was hitting inside her was what spurred her to squirt.
She had no idea why it was happening with him when it did not occur with her previous partners.
However, none were quite as hung or as…desirable as Etienne.
The liquid inside her was building, and she felt wonderfully full.
Etienne pressed a thick thumb to her clit, and she lost all sense of the world around her as she came undone completely.
Etienne wasted no time, and with a roar, he lifted her off his cock and shoved her down on his face.
As she continued to come, he lapped her up, drinking from her like she was filled with the nectar of the gods.
His large hands gripped her ass, pulling her tight to his mouth as she held on to her headboard for dear life.
The scruff from his beard on her inner thighs felt heavenly.
When he was done drinking from her, he slapped her ass hard. “Get back on, baby. I need more of those perfect tits bouncing in my face.”
Ophelia slid back down him with a wince.
She was tight and sensitive from her orgasm, but she wanted this so badly.
She let herself adjust once she had him fully seated inside her.
He could tell she was trying to reacclimate, and assisted by tweaking and sucking her nipples.
He cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his.
She let his tongue fuck her mouth, relaxing her further into him.
She was ready, and Etienne had lost all sanity as he drove up into her.
Her breasts bounced hard, creating a whole other thrilling awareness she had yet to realize came with someone fucking her this hard.
“Ophelia, fuck. Let me come in your sweet cunt. Please, let me fill you.”
“Oh yes, God. Yes. I need it.” And she did. She needed his cum like she needed food and water and shelter. Her pussy was begging for it, and at the first spurt of cum, she came again.
After another round of sex, a change of sheets, and washing of sweat-soaked bodies, Ophelia and Etienne were spent. Ophelia’s body was draped over Etienne’s as they both drifted into that space right before sleep.
“Ophelia.”
“Mmm?”
“I like this. You and me. It feels good,” said Etienne into her golden-brown hair.
Ophelia smiled. “I don’t think good encompasses it.”
“It doesn’t, but I’m too tired to think of another word.”
“Expansive. Like I can do anything, feel anything, be anything with you.”
Etienne hummed and kissed her head. “Yes, expansive.”