Star Struck(34)

"Damn, I love how that feels," Ethan said deeply. "But I need more, babe. Show me those beautiful tits."

His bold command had Mandy's belly quivering.

With shaky fingers, she unbuttoned her dress midway, but before she  could go further he reached up and drew down the lacy cups of her bra  just enough to allow both round, milky globes to tumble out, the light  pink areoles swiftly hardening and pointing directly at him. His blue  eyes glowed with arousal and he used both hands to cover her breasts,  squeezing and pulling. A fiery blast of lust engulfed Mandy and had her  bucking up into him.

He lifted one tit upward and leaned down to meet it with his mouth, immediately sucking and tonguing her elongated nipple.

"Ooh!" Mandy cried out before biting down on her lip to fight off  another noisy moan, very conscious of the faint noises of people walking  to and fro in the hallway just outside the door. Her eyes quickly  sought the nearby clock on the wall. "Fifteen minutes," she gasped as  Ethan shifted to the other breast and bathed it with liquid fire from  his tongue.

Taking her words as a cue, Ethan popped her nipple out of his mouth and  edged lower, moving his shoulders in between her open thighs. His  devilishly blue eyes glanced up at Mandy's blushing face as his own  hovered inches from her exposed, glistening sex.

"My favorite diversion  –  licking your strawberries and making you  cream," he said. Mandy's mortified giggle was drowned in a sob of  ecstasy as Ethan dove right into her pussy, licking all around her clit  but not touching it. Then he started fucking her slit with his tongue,  teasing the mounds of her vulva and making them swell and grow even  pinker with passion.

It was futile to hold back her cries now so Mandy simply stuffed a fist  into her mouth as she stared down at Ethan's blond head moving around  her sex. Suddenly she inadvertently jerked her hips and Ethan's tongue  slid over her clit, making her call out his name in bliss. He pulled the  eager little nub into his mouth and sucked greedily, at the same time  pushing one finger into her entrance. Then another followed, and soon he  started to finger fuck her.

Mandy's head was flung back, her spine arched and her body shuddering.  He'd unerringly found her g-spot and jockeyed it mercilessly, his  fingers pumping in and out of her.

Ethan flicked his tongue across her clit continuously, building the  intensity of her pleasure till it was almost head splitting. After  wishing and dreaming of this moment for so long, Mandy couldn't hold  back anymore. She screamed her release, coming over all over Ethan's  fingers and mouth.

For a few seconds her world was a mist. When she opened her eyes, Ethan  was lying beside her on the couch, running his hand through her hair.

"Wow," gasped Mandy, "That was … amazing."

"Well, I'm not finished with you yet," Ethan replied, pushing his cock  into her inner thigh a little. Mandy bit on her lower lip sultrily,  reaching over and stroking his hard, pulsating length. He felt so big  and stiff it seemed like he would burst. She pulled on him with a  sensuous urging, feeling her inner walls quivering in reaction to the  sensation of him thick and ready in her palms. Ethan rolled over on top  of her with a growl and Mandy's legs spread wider to accommodate him.

Their eyes locked in passion. Mandy held her breath as Ethan slowly  inserted himself into her, awakening her entire nerve cells. His initial  surge seemed to last for ages, as if he couldn't bear to rush this  first plunge into her snug, welcoming sex.

As he gradually went deeper and deeper, short bursts of air escaped  Mandy's lungs as the thrill of being so powerfully invaded by a man she  would do anything for stole her breath away, forcing her over the edge  to the point of no return. A thunderous wave of pleasure started to  undulate all the way up her spine before claiming her completely.  Finally, she let go, her breath washing over his shoulder as she  whispered into his ear, "You feel incredible, like a missing part of me.  I will love you forever, Ethan."

"Mandy," came Ethan's voice in a tortured, low groan. He shuddered, his  thickness stretching her beyond belief. There was a sudden burst of  sweet, consummate chaos as Ethan began to move within her; slowly at  first then with aggression as passion consumed him, replacing his desire  to be gentle with his need to possess her. It was primal, an  uncontrollable, desperate longing to claim her as his own, to make her  his the only way he knew how. Mandy's head fell back and she met the  intensity in her lover's dark eyes, finally understanding just how true  his love for her was, how completely he had given himself to her.         

     



 

Ethan continued to make love to her with frenzied passion, his hard  shaft buried to the hilt and then slowly backing out before pushing back  inside of her, unable to resist the soft, wet warmth of her body, her  pussy quivering as he gave her all that he had. Mandy's back arched and  she moaned, starting to let go, meeting him halfway. Ethan's rhythm was  unpredictable: sometimes hard, sometimes deep, sometimes so soft that  she felt the desire to weep and beg him for more, but steady  –  ever so  constant. He seemed to know just what she needed even when she didn't  know herself. If Mandy pleaded for more, he would give it to her. And  just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he would explore new  depths, bringing her such intense pleasure that she felt he might drive  her over the edge into insanity, leaving her a squirming, wanton woman  who would do anything that he asked of her.

Her body tense, her skin on fire, she began to move her body in tune  with Ethan's. She wrapped her legs around his thrusting hips and  wouldn't let go, riding him deep into the night like a wild stallion  needing to be broken in. Her hands twined through his hair, over his  shoulders, on his bare back underneath his t-shirt. She wanted to be  consumed by him, to be pushed beyond her limits, to lose all control.

The love they made was honest but mysterious; full of tension but  spontaneous at the same time. Beautiful and raw, sometimes rough yet  considerate  –  ardent and satisfying. So secluded yet so welcoming. And  even those times when he took her slow, he was hard and possessive.

Mandy's inner muscles contracted fiercely around him as her climax  persistently started to build, her lungs struggling for air, her skin  beaded with sweat. Ethan buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply,  kissing her neck and rubbing his cheek against hers. Telling her how  much she drove him crazy as he made love to her, sweetly, honestly.

He linked his fingers with hers and drew her arms up over her head,  pinning them high as his pace increased, his gentle strokes replaced  with urgency. Inside her, he hardened and swelled further, taking her  breath away with each thrust.

"Keep going, baby," Mandy pleaded as the flames licked higher and  faster. "I need to feel you deep inside of me. It's been so long."

Ethan growled, eyes flashing danger, face flushed with the strength of  his control. Her hips rose to meet his and she felt him stop, reach a  hand between them, and pull her tight into his strong embrace. Her last  hold on resistance snapped and she finally gave in to the fall.

"Now, Ethan," she whimpered, throat sobbing as finally, she erupted  around him. Ethan came with a fiery roar, pumping his hips furiously  before finally collapsing on top of her.

He released her hands and cupped her sweat-dampened face, kissing her  lips tenderly. With one last look of possessive delight, he pulled out  of her, both of them shuddering.

"Ethan, the time … " Mandy said, eyes absently moving to the clock and  then widening when she saw they only had a few minutes left.

Ethan chuckled, not looking the least bit perturbed. "We'll just have to  be late," he murmured, running an index finger down the middle of her  cleavage bared by the half-open dress.

They lay there for a bit, just smiling and stroking each other tenderly,  Mandy's fingertips tracing the thin line of hair that ran the length of  his chest down to this navel.

"I want to stay like this forever, Ethan … but we really have to go,"  Mandy said with a regretful sigh. "The venue promoters put a lot of  thought into the party and you don't want to be late." She sat up as  Ethan reluctantly slid off the couch. "But I'll need my panties back."

"Yeah, I guess you do, huh? Can't have my girl walking around without her panties," Ethan chuckled.

He had a sly grin on his face. "Well, get them then," he said, indicating his right jeans pocket.

Mandy rolled her eyes, but she stuck her hand in to rummage in the  confines of his snug-fitting jeans. A slight frown crossed her face as  her fingers came in contact with something hard and round, not silky and  lacy. She unearthed the strange object. "What's this..." she began,  only to gasp when she retrieved what looked like the biggest diamond  ring she'd ever seen.