Star Struck(17)

And then she did; harder and longer than before. Ethan held back as she  writhed and tossed beneath him, kissing on her neck to calm her through  her rampaging climatic escape. She strained against him in the last  throes and suddenly, she was free. She spiralled into shards of bliss as  she vaguely felt Ethan thrust several more times before he too roared  out roughly in release and arched balls-deep into her, giving her  everything there was left to give and washing them both back to shore.





Chapter Seven



Stunned. That's what Ethan was. He'd known, almost from the start, how  it could be with Mandy. That she wouldn't be anything like the others.  One taste would never be enough.

It had been like an epiphany; finally realizing the essence of life in  one moment. It wasn't the money or the screaming fans. Or the talent  that made him so world-famous. It was finding someone and knowing that  whether you were simply holding her hand or grinding your whole self  inside her … she was your soul, your mate. And this was just the  beginning.

He'd woken her up late the next morning for breakfast thanks to the  well-stocked larder. Mandy had loved his cooking  –  top notch due to the  gourmet classes he'd taken just for fun when he was younger. Ethan liked  to be good at a lot of things; liked to use his hands to create the  perfect music, paintings, even food.

Ethan had switched off his phone; he didn't need his manager, Jaime,  Henson, or even his security detail intruding on his time with Mandy.  Showered and dressed in one of his black T-shirts with The Strum logo,  three silver halos set on a backdrop of silvery angel's wings, she'd  looked like something straight of the Garden of Eden. Tempting and  sinfully delicious beneath all those layers of purity.

She'd driven him almost insane the way she could hardly keep her eyes  off his body. He stayed shirtless, his hair still slightly damp and wavy  from his shower earlier. His low-slung gray jeans could barely stay  hung on his lean hips. Every time he turned and looked at her, she was  licking her lips, smiling impishly. At one point, he'd grinned, placed a  mug of coffee in front of her, and drawled, "Keep looking at me like  that, angel eyes, and we'll be christening this counter. And after the  last few hours, I'm not sure you're up to it."

She'd forked a piece of fried bacon into her mouth and chewed delicately  before declaring, "I'm actually tougher than I look, I'll have you  know." She'd thrown his veiled challenge back at him, and with just one  hooded glance from her gorgeous green eyes, she had him all ready to go  again. Hard as a plank and aching in his suddenly tight jeans.

He had to admit she was right; she was far tougher than he'd expected.  Ethan liked his sex raw, thorough, and as drawn-out as possible.  Especially when it was with Mandy. She'd brought out the beast in him  and it had been all he could do to keep himself in control the whole  time. Giving her his all and yet still holding back enough not to push  her limits. He'd loved the shyness beneath her passion, her hot blushes  even as she cried out lustily when he rammed into her while he was on  his feet, and her legs wrapped high around his waist. Damn, he'd been in  so deep that time. He cupped her ass and bounced her on his rigid  shaft, pushing in hard, his rhythm steady and unstoppable. She'd  clutched his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh, but he hadn't  felt anything but the snug ring of muscle contracting around his shaft,  so soft and warm and giving. She'd come twice loudly, breasts swaying as  she convulsed atop his thrusting hips. When he couldn't hold back any  longer, he held her tightly against his chest, her hips pressed down  firmly against his as his cock erupted with shuddering intensity deep  inside her.

Ethan couldn't possibly have enough of Mandy. He'd reached for her again  and again and found her ready for more. Now he figured she had to have  had enough and yet, meeting her eyes over the kitchen island, he knew  she wouldn't object if he drew her into his arms and claimed her with  the same sweet roughness he'd taught her to enjoy.

"Mandy, I'm trying hard here," he said lightly. He switched off the  cooker and wiped his clean hands on a napkin before facing her again.  "I'm working to demonstrate there's more to us than the hot, wild sex.  But if you really, really want … "

Her twinkling eyes held his over her coffee mug. Ethan's gaze swept  lower to the thrusting lushness of her tits lovingly molded by the  stretchy black tee. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the rock-hard nipples  strained against the material, begging for his teeth, lips, and tongue.  Ethan's eyes saw red.         

     



 

"Mandy … "

She shrugged, carefully placing down the mug. "It's up to you, Ethan.  But you have nothing to prove with me. I thought I told you that. I'm  not asking you to be something you're not. I like it that you want me  the way that you do, however animalistic." She grinned at him, her eyes  dancing over his hard body. "I like having you inside of me. If you  think I see anything at all wrong in that, then let me tell you, you are  way off base."

Ethan chuckled while his heart thudded with increased arousal at her  words. Damn, he felt like his jeans wanted to strangle his powerful  erection.

"Are you saying this is just about the great sex? Because that's not my  agenda, baby. I'm aiming for long-distance here...you know, all in."

He watched as she slid off the bar stool and sashayed around to meet him  on his side of the island. She lifted one fingernail to rake down his  chest and down his gym-hard abs.

"You said no promises, Ethan. More of show, not tell. So show me, rock  star," she whispered, head tipped back to look up at him while her small  hand closed over his big cock.

"You're insatiable," he growled, fingers lodged in her thick brown locks. "I like that … "

"Hungry for you … and only you," she purred, and he bit down a groan when she massaged him more firmly through his jeans.

"I've created a monster," Ethan replied with a feral grin, and she  giggled right before he swooped low to kiss her hard on the mouth. Then  he tore his lips from hers and in one quick motion, he raked his fingers  through her hair, gripping her scalp gently but firmly before pushing  her face down on the cool marble of the kitchen island.

"Oh!" she cried, fingers gripping the lip of the counter as Ethan came  up behind her, pushing up the hem of her shirt. She was naked and  exposed underneath, and the sight of her smooth, round ass almost had  him exploding in his jeans. Fuck.

He had to squeeze her ass … had to hold the curvy mounds in his hands. So  he did, his fingers leaving red marks as he kneaded her smooth skin  before his palm came down hard, paddling her ass with a breezy slap.

Her moans echoed in the kitchen as she jerked, her initial reaction to  pull away in shock, but then something else happened. She relaxed, her  head turned to the side, her eyes closed tightly. Ethan paused and felt  her shudder as she breathlessly begged for more. "Again."

Ethan's grin widened, keeping one hand entangled in her hair while his  other hand smoothed over her luscious bottom. He spanked her again,  aiming lower for the bouncy under-swell. Her ass cheek rippled in  response, the pale tone deepening to pink where his hand connected. He  was so turned on by the sight of her, every beautiful inch of her curvy  body. If his cock got any harder, he felt that he would die.

He distributed even, hot slaps on both cheeks, making her moan and jerk  her back each time he made impact. It was such an erotic thrill and  Ethan liked how it felt, with her pinned down by his fist in her hair,  trapped with her top half stretched over the counter while her legs  dangled with her toes to the ground and her pink apple-shaped bottom  displayed to his satisfaction.

She was trembling with pleasure and whimpering by the time he was  caressing the slightly reddened spots on her ass. He slipped his fingers  through the wedge of her buttocks and found the slit of her pussy,  rubbing the bud he found in between the thick, slick folds. Wet. Warm.  Soft … tight. All the things that made him go mad for her more than ever.

Mandy gave out a sultry moan and undulated her hips against his hand,  seeking his touch, his expertise driving her wild. It delighted and  amazed him how she had come out of her shell and into her sexuality so  willingly. Her natural sense of abandon went haywire with him. She let  herself go. She moved like a tigress and when she looked at him through  her hooded, spiky green eyes … it was all he could do to keep from eating  her alive.

He didn't want to rush. They'd made love against the bedroom wall, in  his king-size bed, and in the shower. He'd never have imagined she could  take any more or be so open and free with him. Discovering that her sex  drive matched his surprised and pleased him, but there was so much more  to his feelings for her than just sex. She tortured him, teased him,  and left him breathless and weak for her with just a look or a single  touch. It terrified him, and Ethan wasn't used to being fearful of  anything