Chapter 23: You Know Where to Find Me
ETHAN
I pulled out of her, still feeling tormented. For a brief moment, I felt completely satisfied, resting my face against her breasts. I kissed the sweaty skin beneath one breast, trying to steady my breathing. Her heartbeat slowed, as did her breathing. Fuck, she was even better than I had imagined. Her pale skin was now flushed, and it was mesmerizing.
I slid my hand along the side of her body, feeling the smooth curve of her waist down to her hip. I wanted the sensation of being inside her again. Feeling her wrapped around me was almost indescribable. I had been right in thinking we would be good together. But 'good' didn’t come close to what we were.
Her body still trembled slightly beneath mine, and her eyes were closed. Maybe I had demanded too much of her. I stood up before lifting her into my arms.
“What are you doing?”
“You can rest in my bed,” I said, heading toward the stairs.
“What? No. I just need a few minutes, and then I’ll leave.”
“Leave? Do you really think I’m going to let you leave without fucking you properly?”
“Didn’t you just do that?”
“I didn’t even come close.”
It would probably take hours for me to explore every part of her body the way I wanted, to feel truly satisfied.
“Aren’t you tired?” Her arms wrapped around my neck as I reached the stairs and started climbing.
“I just need a few minutes.”
“Minutes? How about an hour?”
“Are you that tired?”
“If we keep going, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”
“I thought I made it clear that we’d have a long night.”
“That was before you showed me your terrifying toy.”
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“No. But it wouldn’t have worked if I wasn’t turned on enough.”
“I told you to trust me.” I opened the door to my bedroom and walked over to lay her on my bed. I sat on the edge. She adjusted herself, lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, and pulled the gray sheet over her body up to her chest.
“Has any woman ever given up after seeing it?”
“God! Do you really want to keep talking about this?”
“What? I’m a scientist. I’ve seen studies that show women usually prefer the toys that are just ‘fun.’”
“You know you sound a little crazy sometimes, right?” She shrugged, still waiting for an answer. “Maybe. I don’t remember.” She nodded, and I noticed a shift in her expression. It looked like she wanted to say something but held back. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
“What you were going to say?”
“It’s nothing. Can I use your bathroom?”
I nodded, indicating the door to the left. She got up, sliding out from under the sheet, giving me a good view of her naked body. Just the sight of her incredible ass was enough to make my cock stir again.
“Stop staring at my ass,” she said before disappearing into the bathroom, making me smile. I’d never stop doing that.
I was still trying to believe that she had actually shown up at my door. I had been excited when she agreed that morning, but I spent the entire afternoon at work telling myself she wouldn’t come, that I wasn’t that lucky. And I guess I ended up convincing myself, which led me to lose track of time and work until nine at night. If I kept this up, I’d end up retiring by forty.
I lay back on the bed while I waited, propping my hands behind my head. I had her here, in my bed, and that was all that mattered—I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.
She returned, sitting on the bed, and pulled part of the sheet that had been covering my waist to cover herself. Her eyes traveled from my face to my chest and abs.
“You can touch if you want,” I teased. “That is, if you’re ready for round two.”
She straddled me in one swift move, sitting on top of my cock, making me shudder.
“We’ve done everything your way so far.”
“My way? We haven’t done anything my way.”
“Haven’t we?”
“I’ve been gentle with you. And I made it clear that I’m not usually gentle. I had to hold back to keep control.” I gripped her thighs, lifting my torso to face her. “If we had done it my way, I would have bent you over and fucked you hard until you begged me to stop, or maybe I would have taken you against the window.” Her hands rested on my chest, sliding down to my abs. I looked at the way her pink nipples were still hard.
“You want that, don’t you? I haven’t forgotten that you like it rough.”
“I want to do something first,” she said before leaning down between my legs.
My cock hardened in anticipation of what she intended to do. She pulled the sheet covering my waist. When I felt her soft, delicate hand grip me, I had to close my eyes to keep from losing control. Her fingers moved slowly around me, a torturous pace, up and down. I opened my eyes to see the way she looked at me through her long lashes. Her gaze was enough—she could have asked for anything at that moment, and I would have given it, just to feel her take me into her mouth.
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