Page 44 of Broken Rivalry

He removes his shirt, and as his hand slides under mine, a shiver of anticipation dances across my skin. His touch, a gentle exploration, trails upward until he’s cradling my breast over the fabric of my bra. His eyes, dark and questioning, lock onto mine as he squeezes gently, seeking silent permission in the depths of my gaze.

A low moan escapes me, and my arms lift, inviting him to take our moment further.

He lifts my shirt, allowing it to join his on the floor, and his lips embark on a tantalizing journey from my jawline, tracing a path of shivers down my neck. He lingers at my collarbone, nibbling delicately, eliciting a quiet sigh from me before his lips daringly approach the curve of my breast.

My fingers weave into his hair, my short nails grazing his scalp as I curl my fingers into a fist, silently pleading for the sweet torture of his devilish lips to continue. His movements, slow and deliberate, become an exquisite agony, and I find myself lost in the sensation, in the slow build of desire that he masterfully orchestrates.

He catches my nipple through the thin material of the bra, and I arch my back, losing myself in the sensation of his hot mouth.

He pushes me toward the bed, and before my back touches the mattress, he unhooks my bra.

I don’t even have time to comment on his dexterity before his mouth closes around my naked breast, his tongue swirling around my hard nipple.

“Oh, Ethan…” My voice is a whisper, but it’s thick with the pleasure coursing through me.

His response is a low, husky murmur. “Poppy, hearing you say my name like that… I want that every single time.”

I close my eyes as he starts making his way down my body with his mouth, grazing with his teeth or licking my burning skin, making me whimper and beg for something unknown.

His lips reach the waistband of my jeans, and he looks up, once again asking for permission.

My heart is in my throat, apprehension smothering the gentle buzz of alcohol, but I nod anyway.

He kisses my lower stomach again and starts to unbutton my jeans slowly. I raise my hips before even realizing it.

He lets out a scoff, brushing his nose back and forth on my panties. “Patience. I’ve waited too long not to enjoy every second of this.”

I’m far too gone, my lower belly squeezing painfully as the mere thought of his tongue on my pussy makes me dampen my panties. Far too gone to ask what he means by waiting that long.

He pulls my jeans down and kisses my hip bone. “So long,” he whispers against it and kisses it again.

“Raise your hips,” he commands.

I obey without a second thought, and I’m much too lost in his touch to care when he pulls both my jeans and bright-pink cotton panties off, leaving me bare in front of him. My wet and swollen flesh is stark proof of my need for him.

He rests his strong hands on my hips and kisses my inner thigh, his stubble scratching at the sensitive skin, making me wetter. He kisses the inside of my other thigh, eliciting from me a mewling sound.

I reach blindly for him, and as my finger finds his soft locks, he licks my slit with a slow, strong lap until he reaches my throbbing clit and sucks it in his mouth.

I shout his name, arching my back at the overwhelming, almost painful pleasure his tongue is giving me. He repeats the slow torture, and all I can do is grip his hair to the point of pain, but he does not complain. He keeps on lapping at me, drinking like a greedy man, letting out moans against my clit, which causes the pleasure to build like an electrical current at the base of my spine. I didn’t think it was possible for anything to feel this good, and my fingers have never brought me half the pleasure his tongue is giving me.

As I sense my orgasm building more and more, his tongue becomes faster, his suction of my clit harder as if his actions are directed by my moans, and maybe they are.

Suddenly, his hands dig deeper into my skin, and he enters me with his tongue, prompting a cry of his name as my back arches, lifting away from the bed.

I fall back on the bed, breathless, seeing stars at the side of my vision. As I catch my breath, he stands up, his hair ruffled by my fingers, and his lips are red and glistening with my pleasure.

He lets his eyes graze my naked body as I slowly come down from the orgasm he gave me.

“You look stunning after an orgasm.” He grins playfully. “I should give you one daily.”

A breathy laugh escapes me. “If you must.” I look at him, and my eyes stop at the bulge in his pants.

“It’s hardly fair, you know. You get to see me naked. I need to see you too.”

He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he undoes his jeans and pulls them down with his boxers.

I let my eyes trail down, and my breath catches in my throat, my eyes growing wide at his hard cock.

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