New Year in Manhattan(26)

“I need to go to the bathroom, let me go.” His limbs relaxed and I was able to pull away.

It was gone 8 a.m. when I checked the clock. I wanted to make the most of the day so when I got back in bed, I reached between our bodies and stroked his semi-erect cock to life. In response, Ethan mumbled incoherently, his eyes still closed. He usually woke before me, so seeing him like this, before he was alert and ready for the world was new. I pushed him gently onto his back and sat astride him before taking him in my fist and guiding him into to me.

“Fuck, baby,” he continued to mumble, his eyes still closed, as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I could feel him inside me, hardening still, and I let out a small moan as I started to raise and lower myself. He was so deep inside me with me on top. I sat back on my heels, pushing as low as I could and I circled my hips.

Ethan’s eyes suddenly sprang open. “Shit!”

I smiled at him. “It’s your 8 a. m. wake-up call, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked as I pressed my palms against his stomach and lifted myself higher.

His hands went straight to my hips to pull me down. “Do you want me on your cock, sir? You want to be deep inside me?” I let him push me onto his cock as he took over my rhythm and thrust his hips up so I didn’t have to move at all.

“Jesus, Anna, what are you? Shit.” He was wide awake, responding to my grinding against him, his eyes huge and wandering from my face down my body to where we were joined and back up, always checking for my reaction to whatever he was doing to my body.

“That’s it, Ethan, right there,” I screamed as he pounded into me faster and faster. I wanted to stay like that forever, circling the mountain, just before the pleasure peaked. I collapsed onto his chest and his hands cupped my ass, keeping me in place as he continued to pump in and out of me, dragging me further and further toward my orgasm.

His fingers parted my ass cheeks and air curled against my sex. “You want to feel me here, baby?” he whispered into my hair as he brushed his fingers against the puckered flesh.

“I do, oh god.” The thought was as erotic as the reality, and my body gave me my first warning that my orgasm was close.

He pushed his erection deep into me and stilled. “Look at me Anna.”

I wasn’t sure I was capable of moving, but I managed to straighten my arms so I was still leaning over him. His fingers circled and stroked and then one pushed through the barrier of muscles. The sensation was calming almost, intense, and I slowly circled my hips, allowing myself to feel more of him.

“You like that?” he asked.

“I like everything you do to me,” I replied. I stopped moving and another finger followed his first and started to slowly push.

“And this?”

“I want it deeper, Ethan.”

He grunted and pushed his hips up into me and then stopped again before pushing his fingers farther into me. I was full of him.

I snapped my head back in response to the sensation and I moved my hands to his chest, pushing deeper and farther onto him.

“Fuck, Ethan, I’m coming.”

“Look at me, Anna.”

We were both still, frozen almost from the intensity of it and my eyes met his just as a world of intense pleasure washed over me, just from him being inside me.

“Jesus, I’m going to come so hard,” he growled as he removed his fingers slowly, and without breaking the link between our bodies, flipped me to my back and pounded into me, taking his pleasure.

“You. Make. Me. Feel. So. Good,” he said between his final thrusts as be poured into me. It was just what I needed to hear after him making me feel like no other man ever had or ever would.





Chapter Ten


Ethan

“So, what do you guys do on New Year’s Eve, during the day? Carve pumpkins?” Anna asked as I wandered back into the bedroom. I’d been making last minute arrangements for this evening.

“No, we don’t carve pumpkins on New Year’s any more than we carve pumpkins on Thanksgiving.”

“Oh, so what do you do?”

I thought about it. Were there traditions that I’d forgotten? “Nothing, we can do the tourist thing again. Or wander into the village.”

“What, not even tonight?”

“I’ve booked us a restaurant for tonight. If they’re not partying, people normally watch the ball drop in Times Square on TV.”

“Are we going to do that?”

“It depends, do you want to stand outside in freezing temperatures from about three o’clock to reserve your space?”

“That doesn’t sound like much fun.”

“I can’t imagine it is. We’ll have a nice evening.”