I paused, just for a second or two, but there was no saying no to him—and I didn’t want to say no. I fumbled with the top button of my shirt and then steadied my hand and undid the rest of the buttons. I peeled off the tight-fitting blue silk shirt and let it fall to the ground. I looked at him and he was looking me directly in the eyes as he took a sip of his drink. I felt my underwear dampen.
He was just gorgeous, the kind of man you’d find on a billboard in Times Square, but not on a sofa opposite me, waiting for me to get naked. I found the zipper of my skirt and I turned around so my back was facing him as I pulled it down. Bending at my waist, pushing my butt toward him, I stepped out of it. I gave him a quick look over my shoulder. His eyes had darkened and he licked his lips. He actually licked his lips, like he was getting ready to devour me. I turned to face him in my underwear and heels.
“I’ll take care of the rest. Come here,” he growled. I felt heat rush to my sex. I walked across to him and stood between his knees. “Where do I start with you? You’re so beautiful. Like a perfectly wrapped present that gets more exciting as the layers come off.”
I had to stop myself from enjoying his words. I wasn’t here to be romanced. I was here to have fun.
He sat forward suddenly and delved into my underwear, his thumb finding my nub instantly. “You’re already wet for me,” he said as his fingers slid along my folds, coating his fingers with me as his thumb circled my clitoris. My legs softened and my hands fell on his shoulders to steady myself.
He looked up at me. “You like that?”
I gasped and nodded, unable to speak.
“I knew you would. I knew when I saw you across the bar, rolling your eyes at me. I knew this is what you wanted, what you needed.” His fingers quickened and I twisted my hips in some kind of futile resistance. “Stay still while I make you come.”
I tipped my head back as his fingers and thumb continued their work. My whole body felt hot, on fire. The heat was emanating from between my legs and spreading throughout my body. I could feel my nipples straining at the lace of my bra, begging for attention. My shoulders rounded forward.
“Take it off,” he said. “Your bra. Now. Take it off.”
I felt myself shudder at his words. Unsteady and half-crazed, I unsnapped the clasp of my bra and stripped it off.
“Oh, yes. You are perfect. Perfect tits. Perfect pussy.”
“Oh god,” I said. “Oh god. Oh god.” I was gasping for breath.
He reached behind me and pushed me harder on to his hand and he plunged his fingers into me. “I’m your god tonight, beautiful. Now come for me.”
And I couldn’t help myself: My eyes closed and a blinding white light filled my head as my climax crashed over me.
I felt myself weaken, and then Ethan’s arms around me. Had I fallen? I felt softness all around me. Ethan was leaning over me—we were in bed.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” I said, barely conscious. What the hell just happened? I’d always associated good sex with intimacy and maybe love, but this man did mind-blowing things to my body and I’d just met him.
“You look spectacular when you come.” He bent his head and took a nipple between his teeth. I was writhing off the mattress as he alternated grazing and sucking one breast and then the other. My hands pushed into his hair and he pulled me up so I was facing him. For a second he looked at me before inching forward and taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I wanted him again, desperately. I wanted to see him above me, pushing into me, filling me. I grabbed at his back and pulled his shirt from his trousers and scratched down his back. He groaned and plunged his tongue into my mouth, urgent, hungry. I reached down for his fly, impatient for more of him. He kneeled up, bringing my mouth with him as his stripped his shirt off. I pushed him away and turned over and onto all fours.
“Hurry. I want you inside me,” I said.
“Fuck, beautiful.”
I heard him rustling behind me, first with his clothes and then a condom wrapper. I turned and looked over my shoulder and he was staring at my ass.
He kneeled behind me and I felt his hands on my hips. My skin fizzed at his touch and I pushed back, wanting to feel more him.
“Back into position,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to remember your own name.” And he pushed into me so forcefully that my elbows gave way and I had to steady myself. I was full of him—so full it bordered on uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was big or was because he was deep. Really deep. He withdrew slowly—I was aware of every part of him. His hand found my shoulder, giving me support and him resistance, and he plunged in again, hard and deep.