Head On (Strength And Love)(27)
I think he might be able to, too. My clit is thumping and I ache somewhere new, deeper than I’ve experienced before, not between my legs but deep in my belly. It’s as if I need something desperately, but I’m not sure what.
I’m starting to feel overwhelmed, and I try to lighten the mood. “I think you’re a breast man,” I tease.
“I’m a woman man,” he answers. “Although I’m starting to think I might actually be an Isla man.”
Oh, God. His words do nothing to bank the fire within me, and I chide myself not to let any of this mean anything beyond the physical pleasure we can give one another. He’s saying these things in the heat of the moment, I doubt he means them on a deeper level. Selina’s warning clangs into my mind, jarring me with its harshness. Don’t believe any of it is real. I shove it away, not wanting those words taunting me now.
He pushes my thighs further apart and as he goes back to sucking one nipple into his hot, wet mouth, his fingers part my folds again. He gently pushes one finger inside, and the feeling of him filling me there is heavenly. I know I have a g-spot because I use my g-spot vibrator sometimes, and it always gives me a good orgasm. I move around a little, trying to help, but it seems Ethan doesn’t need any help. He crooks his finger inside me, and he touches something that makes me cry out. Wow, this feels way better than my trusty toy.
“You like that?”
I nod and whimper when he presses against it harder. My vibrator reaches it and it’s nice, more than nice, but the way he is pressing his finger on that delicious spot inside me is so much more. He presses on it and he’s not being gentle. I start to feel like I need to pee, and I try to move away.
“No, you don’t move. Stay.” His other arm comes around my waist and holds me still.
I open my eyes and he’s watching my face with such hunger it makes me want to hide from him, but I can’t. There’s nothing I can do but stand here, trapped in his arms as he plays my body like I’m merely a puppet to his puppet master.
He keeps on pressing his finger against that spot, and then he’s added another, and the stretch is nice, but not as nice as the sensation of those two thick pads pushing against me. I start to pant in his arms, and I can’t look away from him, trapped in the tractor beam of his gaze.
I’ve never experienced anything close to the intensity of this moment. The sensations inside me are building. I can’t tell if I am going to come or pee myself, and I don’t know what the hell to do. And then I don’t have a choice because it’s washing over me in huge waves. The most all-consuming pleasure wracks my body, and I’m dimly aware that I’m so wet it’s slicking my thighs.
Holy hell. I shake in his arms as I come down, and I’m suddenly terrified.
What have I done?
This isn’t something I can easily walk away from. I want more of this. More of him. And the idea scares me to death.
Chapter Thirteen
Ethan
She’s gorgeous. I want to preserve this moment forever. Even as I’m dying to crawl inside her, I never want this to end. She’s fallen apart in my arms. I’m not big headed. I can make women come. It’s what I’m paid to do. But I don’t think I’ve got some magic cock or something. Some women can only come from their clit being touched, others like deeper g-spot stimulation, so I tried it with Isla, and wow, did she come for me. So beautifully and completely that I want to make it happen over and over again.
I need to fuck her, before I explode. And she’s wet enough and turned on enough that I hope it won’t hurt too badly.
I pull my t-shirt off, push down my sweatpants, and then lift her onto the bed. I want her on her back. Missionary is a good position for her first time. We can try others later. Wait. Where the fuck did that come from? I need to remember this is a one-time thing. But I already want more.
She lets me manoeuvre her until she’s laid back, her head propped up on the pillows. I fumble around in the bedside drawer until I find the condoms, and pull out a shiny foil wrapper. Ripping into it, I grab my cock to roll it down and hiss. I’m that fucking sensitive. I’m already leaking at the head, and I swear to God, I could come just looking at her all sprawled out for me.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright, and her lips red and shiny. Her pussy is already swollen and her thighs are slick with her come. I want to add my own to it. I want to come inside her and watch it drip out of her. But I can’t. I’m clean, but I doubt she’s on the pill, and I doubt she’d want me in her bare, with what I do for a living.
I never fuck without condoms. Ever. That and no kissing are my two rules. With her though, I want to be in her with nothing between us. Want it so bad it hurts.
Taking hold of her leg, I push her thighs farther apart. I need to go slow yet all I want to do is ram into her. I hesitate at her entrance and look at her.
“You sure?”
She nods and smiles, and hitches her hips, and I take the invite. I push in, gentle and careful. And oh, sweet Lord, she’s wet and tight and it’s like heaven. My dick immediately decides this is his new favourite place and he never wants to leave.
She hitches her hips again and takes some more of me inside. I keep pushing in a little, withdrawing and then pushing in some more. So far, she doesn’t seem to find it that painful. When I’m almost all the way in, I see a flash of pain cross her features.