Chapter 57
And then she was hugging him tight against her, kissing the side of his face.
Ethan felt a warmth spread through him. It wasn’t an orgasm, but it felt good.
He’d never had a moment like this in his life before.
It was like he was home. Like he had found his home in Lena’s arms.
He didn’t want to let her go.
But he couldn’t stay inside her forever.
He rolled off of her and stood up, going to clean up in the bathroom.
When he got back into the bed, Lena was snuggled under the blankets, looking at him sleepily. “Did I do good?” she whispered.
Ethan smiled and reached out to cup her cheek. “Yes,” he said. “You did great.”
“Good,” she murmured. “I’m glad.”
“You could do more, don’t you think?” He muttered, pulling her to him in a swift.
He could feel her small gasp as she was suddenly pressed up against his body, her cheek on his chest, his arms around her, and his cock throbbing against her.
She moved in his arms, looking up at him with shock and arousal. “Ethan?”
“I mean, you could take off your shirt againand touch me.”
She blinked at him for a few moments. “I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because… well, you know. What if someone sees us?”
“Then we’ll get to see a reaction.” He leaned in until he could speak directly against her ear. “It’s okay to be seen.”
The way she blushed was like an aphrodisiac. He cupped the back of her head, tilting her face up. He leaned in more, brushing the tip of his nose against hers and then dragging his lips along her jaw.
“Ethan,” she gasped. “I can’t.”
“Sure you can.” He tugged her tank top off in one swift motion. Her cheeks were bright red. He brushed his fingertips down her chest. “You’ve got such pretty skin.”
“I’ve never-”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Shh.”
She let out a shuddering breath and then relaxed against him.
Her tits were so pretty. Her nipples were hard pink tips. He flicked one with his finger and then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ethan.” She let out a small whine. “Do you want that?”
“Yes,” he said. “I want that.”
“Okay.” She reached up, gently rubbing her palms over his chest. He groaned against her and then felt her smile against his skin.
He reached down and gripped the hem of his shirt, yanking it off and throwing it behind her. “I like that,” she whispered. “Can I touch you more?”
“You can touch me as much as you want.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he watched her trace her fingers down over his chest.
Her hand went lower, running over his abs, and then stopping at the waistband of his boxers. “Do you want to touch my cock?” he rasped.
Her cheeks flushed and she nodded. “Yes.”
“Take it out.”
She bit her lip for a moment before reaching down and gripping his erection through his boxers. Her grip was light. He almost laughed, wondering what would happen if he told her to squeeze a little harder. “Does it feel good?” he asked.
She nodded. “It feels amazing. It’s so big.”
“Yeah.” He cupped the back of his head, watching as she ran her fingers over him through the fabric. He knew what she was thinking. “You can touch it without your shirt on if you want to.”
She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed again. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m positive.”
“I don’t-”
“You want to.” He reached down and rubbed his cock against her hand. “Admit it.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “I do want to. Can I?”
“Yeah.” He pulled her tank top away and tossed it on top of the floor. “Show me.”
She blushed again, but then she reached for his boxers. He held his breath as she pulled them down, gasping when her small hand closed around him.
“Fuck.” He felt like he was going to burst. “That’s so good.”
She leaned in and rubbed her lips against his chest, her breath hot on his skin. “You feel really good, Ethan.”
He shivered at the way she said his name.
“You can stroke me if you want,” he rasped. “Harder than that.”
She nodded and then tightened her grip around his cock. He watched as she leaned in to run her tongue over his nipple. “Oh, fuck.” His hips lifted against her touch as she licked him and then sucked his nipple into her mouth.
She moaned softly and he felt his cock swell in her hand. He shivered, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.
She didn’t stop. She licked and sucked and stroked him, her hand rubbing over him and her tongue rubbing against his nipple. He felt like he was melting for her, like he was becoming something else entirely. Like she was making him become something he hadn’t known he could be.
“You’re so good,” he whispered. “You’re so good at this.”
She lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were wide and dark and her mouth was swollen from sucking on him. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah,” he rasped. “I fucking loved that.”
Her smile was like a punch in the gut. It made him feel something warm and strange that spread through his body. “Okay.” She licked her lip and then looked down at where her hand was wrapped around his cock. “What again?”
“Your mouth, I fuck your mouth next” He spoke without thinking. Fuck. That’s a big jump. But, fuck, he couldn’t help himself, not with the way she was touching him.
She nodded slowly, looking up at him. “Okay,” she whispered.
Ethan had a split second to register her response before she reached up and pressed her lips against his.
Fuck.
He’d never tasted anything like her before. It was like warm vanilla and honey and his head was spinning, but not unpleasantly. He felt drunk, but he was stone-cold sober.
He gripped the back of her neck, holding her tight as he kissed her back. He needed more of this, of her. He needed everything that she had to give. He felt like she was changing him somehow, making him into something he didn’t know he could become.
He pulled away slowly, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down into her eyes. “You taste good,” she whispered, looking up at him.
“You taste amazing,” he rasped.
She smiled again, blushing when she saw the effect it had on him. “Will you come back over here?” she whispered. “Please?”
He nodded and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“Okay.” She nodded, licking her lip again. “And then I’ll… do that?” She gestured down at his cock.
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
He moved back over to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him as he moved between her legs, her palms running over his thighs and then around his cock again. Her touch felt like fire, burning him alive as she stroked him gently. “Put your mouth on it,” he rasped. She lifted up on her knees and then pressed her lips against the tip of his cock, her tongue lapping over the head. “Fuck.” His head dropped back. “Just like that.”
She nodded against him and then took him further into her mouth, her tongue licking and rubbing against him as she sucked.
He shivered above her, reaching down to run his fingers through her soft hair. He gripped it tight, holding her in place as she sucked him.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. “That feels fucking amazing.”
She moaned against him and he felt his cock start to swell, felt his balls tighten. He was close and he knew he was going to blow his load down her throat if she kept sucking like that.
But fuck, he didn’t want it to end. He wanted her mouth on him forever. He wanted to feel her tongue rubbing over the tip of his cock for the rest of his life.
He reached down and pulled her hair, making her look up at him with wide eyes. “What?” she whispered.
“You’re so fucking good,” he groaned.
Her cheeks flushed again and then she leaned forward again, taking him deep and sucking hard.
Fuck. He shuddered above her, looking down at her as she sucked him off. He was going to come soon. He could feel it coming. “I’m going to come,” he rasped out.
She looked up at him and nodded, sucking harder and faster than before.
Ethan felt it take him over, felt himself start to shudder with his release. “Oh fuck,” he gasped as he came down her throat. He felt it hit him like a storm, felt like he was drowning in pleasure as she sucked and swallowed, milking him dry as he emptied himself into her mouth.
When it was over, he leaned forward and kissed her mouth softly. He could taste himself on her lips. It felt dirty and perfect at the same time. “Good girl,” he whispered against her lips. “You were a good girl.”