Buyer’s Market(35)

Jane saw Rochester through society and knew that they were two souls as one, and she felt herself in him.

“He is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine;—I am sure he is,—I feel akin to him,—I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.”

Yes, no one understands the Ethan I see now. He and are the same. Our boundless passion entwines us and we are more inevitable than death, despite everything that tries to stop us.

“I want to worship your body,” I tell Ethan.

He smirks at me so deliciously, but the way that he looks down, his face heats a little, he sucks in a breath, I know that no one has said such a thing to him before. Not anyone that he wanted before. “I want you to be mine forever. I need to be yours,” I say, whisper soft but sounding out everything that I desperately need.

Am I foolish, am I young? But so what if I think of love through the ages and want ours to be just as great? I feel it. And when Ethan looks at me, when he touches me, I know that he feels it, too.

Ethan tangles his fingers through my hair and pulls me to him, where I'm beside him, kissing the side of my mouth and moaning against my skin. I’m on fire when he touches me, and I’m desperate for him to touch me every way he wants to. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure the way that he’s the creator of my ecstasy.

His other hand starts to take off my clothes, and he steps behind me to pull off every inch of my clothing until I’m completely bare before him.

Pressing a small kiss on the nape of my neck, Ethan makes me shiver but he makes me wait. The tantalizing wait makes me desperate for him but I wait, I breathe, I become more and more aware of how I can’t see him and I can’t feel him right now, but I don’t turn. I don’t turn because he hasn’t asked me to, and I like being part of his power play.

I hear his clothes hit the floor. I see the pile out of the corner of my eye.

Then I feel his hands close over my forearms. Ethan's cock is pressed against the seam of my ass, the planes of his chest press into my back. Ethan draws his hands around me and cups my bare breasts. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me tenderly. His tongue glides over the curve of my collarbone. I moan, rubbing my ass into his bare cock, begging him to give me what we both need.

Ethan trails a hand down my stomach and I whimper, begging with only sounds and not words for everything I need him to give me.

“You’re my perfect little princess, waiting for me to touch your pussy,” Ethan says, lips pressed against my shoulder blade now. “Are you so wet for me? Will I find you desperately wanting me?’

“Always,” I say, exhaling. Every time I breathe I press his cock against my ass, brush it against me more.

His other hand still on my breasts closes over my heart. Ethan's fingers capture my nipple and tug fiercely.

I yelp. Every sensation that should hurt or confuse me only serves to heighten my lust and I’m desperate for him. I ache for this touch but I’m only begging so much as it pleases him. Desperately wanting him like this is part of pleasing him and I love every minute of it.

“Your body knows my touch as much as your heart knows how to beat,” Ethan says, and I feel his fingers finally brush my pussy. He traces around my pussy lips, and then spreads me and teases around my clit. But he doesn’t touch me enough yet to take this to another level. He just tortures me so deliciously that I feel like I’m becoming delirious.

I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. It tastes so different to want something and to not almost viciously pursue it. The passion and intensity that I would normally apply to pursuit I now apply to being pursued. Ethan's own intensity matches my desire, sates it, serves it, and creates a raging sea of passion between us.

Ethan growls against my skin, jabbing his cock between my ass cheeks. That thrust and groan is all the warning I get before he starts to work my clit, rubbing rough circles over my sensitive spot with such fervor that I start to sweat and pant. I fall back against him, and his other hand wraps around and holds me. The passionate, rough yet tender fury that Ethan shows me now makes me ache. The dull ache within my body pulses through me, and my eyes start to well up. The thick rod of his cock against me makes me hungry. I need him with a maddening lust that eliminates everything from my thoughts but desire.

The arm that’s gripping me tight keeps holding me tight, but the hand dips into my pussy, and he slides several fingers into my pussy. He pumps into me and strokes my G-spot. The instant intensity makes my pussy tremble and shake.