Addicted(71)

And still Ethan doesn’t stop. He rides me through the orgasm, his heavy body pounding into mine even as he continues to stroke my clit. Wave after wave of sensation crashes through me, weakening my knees and sending slivers of electricity to every part of me.

And then he’s sliding a hand under my tank top, rubbing my nipples through my bra. I’m so sensitive that it almost hurts even as it causes another wave of pleasure to crash through me. “I can’t,” I gasp, pushing at his hand. “No more.”

“There’s always more,” he tells me, squeezing my nipple between his thumb and index finger. “There has to be. You’re mine, Chloe. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”

He continues thrusting into me, even as he licks his tongue down the side of my neck. One of his hands is on my breast, the other is on my clit and I can feel another orgasm building inside me. This one is immense, terrifying, nearly painful in its intensity and there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to let go. That wants to stay right here, where it’s safe. Where I’m grounded and don’t have to worry about being adrift in the ocean of emotions Ethan calls forth from me.

But Ethan won’t have it. “Come on, Chloe. Give it to me. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you, love. One more time. I swear, I’ve got you.”

He strokes my clit harder, faster, determined to bring me over. “I love it when you come. I love being inside of you when your muscles clench around me again and again.”

He bends his head to my shoulder, licks at the line of sweat that’s rolling down my shoulder blade. “I love the way your skin flushes and your mouth falls open. I love the way your nipples peak and your hips jerk against mine.” He skims his lips over my lobe, his tongue sweeping against the sensitive spot behind my ear as he continues to whisper to me, continues to drive me higher with his words and his body and his love. Always his love.

Tears are streaming down my face now, my body so far out of my control that I can’t imagine ever belonging to myself again. And in this moment, at this time, I can’t bring myself to care. Not with Ethan’s body moving feverishly inside mine. Not with his words ripping though me like lightning, inflaming me, taking me higher and higher with every breath that passes between us.

“I love the way you take me,” he tells me. “I love the way you give yourself to me so completely, the way you give and give and give. I love how you take all of me. How you tremble against me and beg for more.” His mouth fastens on the spot between my neck and shoulder, sucking ravenously.

“I love the way you look at me, like you don’t quite get me but are determined to figure me out. I love how brave you are. I love how strong you are, how you always get back up. I love how honest and open you are, with your body and your heart.”

He sucks hard against my neck, leaves another bruise, then soothes it with his tongue. His wicked, wonderful tongue.

“I love your body.” He thrusts into me again and again. “I love the softness of your skin, how it glows in the moonlight. I love connecting the dots of your freckles, making pictures on your thighs and stomach and shoulders.

“I love your breasts. I love the way they feel in my hands, round and soft and heavy.” His fingers move to my other breast, play with it, as well. “I love how hard your nipples get for me, love the way you always taste like sweet cream and honey. I love your eyes and how they always tell me what you’re thinking. I love the way you look at me. I love the way you’re always so open and honest, how you never try to hide yourself away from me.

“I love being inside you—” He gives an extra hard thrust for emphasis and it’s all I can do to breathe. “And I absolutely adore your ass.” One of his hands drifts between the globes of my ass, pressing against my anus until I’m seeing stars. And then he’s thrusting one long finger inside of me, slowly, carefully pressing deeper and deeper until I forget all the reasons I can’t scream and just let go.

He laughs at the sound, a low, deep chuckle against my ear that sends heat spiraling through me. I’m so close now, teetering on the edge, but for all his big words earlier, he refuses to send me over again. Refuses to let me come even as I twist and plead against him. “I love everything about you, Chloe.” He slides that insidious finger inside me again, strokes deep inside me even as he pulls his cock out and slams home, again and again and again. “I just love you, baby. I just love you.”

That’s what does it, what finally sends me soaring over the edge into an orgasm so powerful that it feels a little bit like death itself. There’s a roaring in my ears, a blackness in front of my eyes. And a supernova inside of me burning brighter and brighter and brighter until I fall straight through the wide, dark center of it.