New Year in Manhattan(17)

“No condom?” he asked.

I was beyond sure. “Yes Ethan.”

“Are you ready?” he asked. I wasn’t clear if he meant for his mouth or his cock, but I wanted them both. I nodded greedily, then gasped as he pushed into me inch by inch. Oh god. It was like the first time we’d been together—it had been so long since he’d been inside me I’d forgotten how he stretched and filled every space in me. My body had to adjust. I bent my knees at his sides, hoping to make myself wider.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” The veins in his neck pulsed as he pushed the words out, as if he were holding himself back. “The feel of you, Anna.”

Slowly he dragged himself out of me and I allowed myself to breathe before he pushed in again, pulling my breath from me. I grasped at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, trying to hold on to him, to this feeling.

He started a slow rhythm, and brought his eyes to mine in between his kisses to my neck and the corners of my lips. It was loving and intimate and raw and perfect.

A sheen of sweat coated us both.

“Beautiful, I warned you, when you look at me like that . . .”

His pace picked up and my back arched off the bed as my orgasm started to build. It came from somewhere deeper than before, right in the center of me.

“Harder, Ethan, I’m close.” I screamed and he slammed into me again and again, in a relentless rhythm. His face dipped to my neck and his teeth brushed against my skin. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” He was all over me, his teeth, his cock, his skin and my orgasm split me open a second before Ethan shuddered on top of me.

His whole weight was on me, his face still buried in my neck, as I trailed my fingertips up and down his spine. We lay panting out the remnants of our orgasm.

“Still nervous that it won’t be good?” he asked.

I laughed underneath him. “It is always so good. You make it so good.”





Ethan

For the next hours and days we stayed like that, naked, together, never going without touching each other for more than a few seconds at a time. It was as if we were trying to squeeze the lost time into the present so it was more concentrated, more intense.

We lay sweaty next to each other after Anna had ridden me spectacularly to a bone crushing climax.

“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

“Baby, you rode me good.” I reached across her body, brushing the back of my hand over her breasts.

“We should maybe get up, go for a walk or something,” she said.

“Have you had enough of me already?” I bent over her chest and took a nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my teeth.

“Oh god, no. That’s the whole problem. I can never get enough of you. I’ve been in New York for two days and we’ve not left this bed.”

“Well, that’s not true because we’ve had bathroom breaks. We’ve also fucked in the kitchen and the living room. And I think we ordered take-out, but things are a bit blurry, maybe I imagined it.” I grinned at her.

She play slapped me. “Seriously. We should go and be normal people for, like an hour or something. We need to talk. I need to tell you things.”

My phone buzzed from somewhere and I ignored it but Anna reached over me in the most delicious way and handed it to me. “It’s Mandy. Answer her.”

I groaned, but accepted the call. “Hey Mandy. What’s going on?” Jesus, she was talking at a mile a minute, trying to convince me to go to dinner. “I’ll pass you to Anna. She’s in charge.”

She smiled at me and started talking to Mandy. I wasn’t at all surprised that they liked each other, but it still made me grin that it seemed to happen so quickly. I wanted her to have friends in New York. Maybe she’d be more inclined to move here.

“Dinner tonight would be perfect,” Anna said and I shook my head and tried to wrestle the phone from her. She twisted her body away from me and I grasped her legs and pulled them to either side of me as I sat up on my knees. I stroked the smooth skin of her stomach and watched her laughing and animated, her hair fanned out behind her. She looked fucking perfect. I didn’t want to share her with anyone.

“Seven? What’s the time now?” she asked, staring at me.

Without looking away, I pushed my thumb against her clit and I started circling it. Her hips started to move, suggesting my hands weren’t unwelcome. I pulled her further toward me, my tip nudging at her entrance, her eyes glazed.

“Five already? Can we make it eight?” She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a groan as I pushed in slowly.

“Okay, we’ll see you then. Gotta run.”

“Ethan” she screamed as she hung up. “Ethan,” she cried as he plunged into her again. I’d never get enough of her screaming my name like that, as if I were her god.