“And I remember,” Ethan pauses, breathing me in. “You love it when I kiss you here,” he finishes and then sucks my nipple into his mouth. The contrast in sensation of his soft, wet mouth and the lace fabric has me beyond aroused.
“New rule: all panties must be like this.” His hands rub across the exposed flesh of my butt, grabbing a handful of cheek to accentuate his point. Ethan’s kiss is now languid, his tongue reaching out and teasing my body. As he moves upward, our eyes connecting once again, he beckons my mouth to open and allow him inside. I’m totally lost to this man and would submit to anything he wanted but after a few moments, I remember I have a plan.
“Let’s move to the bedroom,” I say in my most seductive voice. “I have more surprises for you.” Before I even have a chance to stand, Ethan grabs me and stands, coaxing me to wrap my legs around him. He doesn’t carry me like this often, but when he does, there is no safer feeling in this world. He is totally supporting me, exerting his masculinity. I feel small pressed against him—a protector and his charge. “I love you,” I whisper and rest my head on his shoulder.
The journey down the hall to the bedroom is too short. I could stay wrapped up in Ethan this way forever, but I have a massage to render, so I regrettably pull myself from the security of his arms.
“Clothes off and lie down,” I command. Ethan raises a brow at me, showing he’s a little shocked by my demand. His smile, however, tells me he likes it. He quickly sheds his clothes and lies face down on the bed.
“No peeking,” I say while removing my bra and panties. I grab the oil from the nightstand and pour a liberal amount in my palm then rub my hands together. I slide my hands over his back and down over his backside, eliciting a moan from Ethan before I move myself into position. I shift and sit on top of his butt, cautious about fully putting my weight on him. “Is this okay? I’m not too heavy, am I?”
His barely intelligible grunt of no helps me relax a little more fully on top of him.
Per Hollywood protocol, I’ve trimmed myself so that I’m mostly exposed. I can’t help but grind against him, my bare skin seeking friction with his.
“Emily, that feels so good, but I can’t stand it. I gotta turn over and see you.”
I rise up to allow Ethan to turn. His hands immediately glide up my legs, his thumbs moving inward. They brush against the smooth skin that hides my clit.
“Say it for me.”
I know what he wants, as it has been Ethan’s new fascination. I turn red because no matter how many times I say it, I know it will embarrass me.
“Come on, say pussy for me. Tell me how you want my tongue on your pussy, then your mouth on my cock.”
I respond with a small yet nervous laugh. “Come on, my sweet baby girl,” Ethan coaxes.
Anything for this man…
“First, Ethan,” I begin with a little attitude. I can do this, and possibly without giggling. “I want my mouth on your cock.” I make sure to punctuate the word cock. “Then I want your mouth on my… pussy. And after I’ve screamed your name…I want your cock in my pussy,” I say wanting to add a little naughtiness.
That should do it.
“Holy—” Ethan doesn’t finish his thought as his words are replaced with vowel sounds when my mouth takes him in. It took me a few tries to get used to the idea of his…cock…in my mouth, but now there are times I crave it. Ethan says the same thing about going down on me.
“Bring that pussy up here. I need you in my mouth. God, Emily, I—”
I know what he means, even though he doesn’t finish saying it. It’s always like this, and I hope it always will be. Sometimes, I think I could just come without him touching me; just thinking about his hands and mouth on me is enough. I feel like this level of obsession can’t be healthy, though and I shouldn’t want someone so much, so often.
“Oh fuck….fuck, fuck. Emily, stop.” Ethan lifts me off of him and lays me on my stomach. He licks down my spine and softly bites my ass. His hands grab at my flesh, separating my cheeks. “Push your ass up a little, baby. Let me see that perfect little pussy.”
Unnnfff…
As soon as I comply, his tongue is back on me, tasting me. He’s a master at this now. His thumbs rub at my clit while his tongue lavishes attention to my pussy. It only takes a minute before I’m panting and trying to grind my pelvis into the bed. “Nuh uhh. Keep those hips up,” Ethan reminds me.
As much as I enjoy this, I really want the main event.
“Ethan,” I moan. I hope my needy groan tells him I can’t wait anymore.