New Year in Manhattan(25)

Seconds, minutes, hours later her fingers trailed down my spine and my mind wandered back into consciousness.





Anna

Somehow, he always knew what to give me. I had needed him fast and hard and that’s exactly what I got. The last twenty-four hours had unsettled me and sex had reminded me how well we worked together. Our dinner with Andrew and Mandy, during which it had been decided I would be moving countries, which I didn’t think he could have been happier about, had been wonderful and life changing. Then today the way this alpha male who barked into his phone and lost his temper so easily found beauty in such a modest, beautiful painting. I loved him for all of it. But it was close to overwhelming.

The deeper I fell into my world with Ethan, the better the sex got. It was like he’d crawled inside my body and looked at me from the inside. It was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. It was like I was giving myself to him, body and soul.

“You’re amazing,” I said as I lay my head on his chest, trailing my fingers up and down his stomach.

“Back at you.” He caught my wrist in his hand. “Stop or I’m going to have you again.”

I twisted my hand free and moved off his chest and crawled down. I wanted to suck him. I liked it when I could fit him whole in my mouth, and he hardened against my tongue.

I positioned myself on my knees between his legs and he groaned and widened his thighs before I’d even touched him. I held his hips and took him in my mouth, lapping around his length.

I looked up to find Ethan propped on his elbows, his intense stare on me. He responded quickly and soon he was deep at the back of my throat. I moaned, and found his eyes with mine, knowing how he liked me to look at him.

“No, Anna.” He pulled away from me, and before I knew it I was on my back and Ethan had his fingers against my clit.

“Ethan, I want you in my mouth.”

“I want inside you more. I know you’re ready for me.” He kept his fingers moving across my clit as he pushed into me. “You always get so wet from sucking me.” He rocked into me now in a perfect rhythm. “Do you know how hot that is? I don’t have to do anything to get you wet, do I? I just have to lie there and get my dick sucked and you’re ready for me.”

“Oh, Ethan, stop. It’s too much,” I screamed. The sight of his muscles shifting beneath his skin, how it felt as he held himself back—he was doing everything he could not to come right that second. It was so good, so right.

“I’m never going to stop, beautiful, I’m going to fuck you for the rest of our days.”

I was grabbing at him, urging him closer, deeper despite my words. I clung to his shoulders, my nails pushing into his skin, I needed to be closer to him, still. The feel of my nails on his skin increased the ecstasy of it all, the pleasure and the pain merging and multiplying. I stretched my legs wider and moved my hips to meet his so they crashed into each other—skin slapping against skin, flesh digging into flesh.

“That’s it, beautiful, I can feel you so tight, so needy,” he growled against my cheek before he licked across my lips, lapping at my moans. It was dirty and urgent. “Look at me, I want to see those beautiful eyes cloud over when you come.”

I knew as soon as I opened my eyes, I’d be lost to him. The feel of him over me, pinning me to the bed . . . the smell of him—sweat and sex mixed together—if I looked at him, that would be it. But I couldn’t deny him anything and slowly I did as he asked. My body tensed and then juddered and my nails broke into his skin. I couldn’t hold back as I screamed, “Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.”

He was there too, managing to hold off for just long enough to watch the beginning of my climax as he loved to do. His blood throbbed beneath his skin, transferring his heat to me—he was sweaty and panting and his jaw tensed as he poured into me.

“Oh, beautiful,” he cried and his head dropped to my neck.

Eventually, our breathing synchronized and slowed but he made no attempt to move. And I didn’t want him to. I loved him on top of me like that—heavy, vulnerable and all mine.

“Do you mind if I stay here forever?” he asked.

“Not even a little bit,” I whispered.

He nuzzled against my neck and then licked across the still throbbing pulse. “You taste so good,” he mumbled. “I want to taste you every day, forever.”

“Soon,” I said, turning my head to give him better access to my neck.

He took full advantage and his teeth grazed against my skin. “You’re mine,”

“I am.”

“Forever,” he said as he bit into my skin.

At some point we fell asleep because I woke up too hot, Ethan’s arms still tight around me. I tried to move him off me without disturbing him but it didn’t work. “Again, beautiful?” he mumbled and pulled me closer to him.