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Pulling my hands outside her dress, I add, “Or we can decide to put an end to whatever this is and just stay friends. Or strangers, if that’s what you want.” Hell. The thought of that just about kills me.

She pulls my shirt in her fist and kisses me fiercely. I back her to the porch and from a tiny bag she has slung across her, she produces her keys.

twenty-three

Grace

He shuts the door with his foot and hits the deadbolt while I kick my shoes off, and then we leave a trail of clothes to the bedroom as we tear each other’s clothes off. When my fingers hit the bare skin of his torso, I stop a beat to take in the ridges, the definition of his pecs, the bulge of his biceps.

But as my fingers inch down to his jeans, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. Instead of throwing me on the bed and having his way with me like I’ve been fantasizing, he rounds the bed, pins me against the wall, and says, “Where were we? Oh yeah.” And then he raises my wrists over my head with just one hand, spreads my legs with his knee, then lifts me up slowly until we’re eye to eye. “I want to make love to you. But first I’m gonna fuck you.”

He slides his hand down to my hip, his thumb playing in the crease of my leg, inching under my G-string, then I hear a snap and the G-string sliding off me, and I’m totally naked, straddling Ethan’s leg, his mouth at my mouth, my breasts against his chest. He lifts me higher, and his mouth finds my nipple and sucks on it. Ripples of pleasure flow down through my core. Letting go of my wrists, he hoists me even higher, to his face, brings my legs on his shoulders, his face to my center, my back to the wall, and licks my folds, finds my clit and teases it, making me moan. I find purchase by grabbing his hair and leaning against the wall.

When did he get so strong, so assured, so… experienced?

Then I look at us in my bedroom’s standing mirror. Ethan’s strong back muscles rippling under the effort, his head moving between my legs, his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“Ethan… Ethan! I’m-I’m-I’m… I’m gonna come.”

He looks up at me. One long look, a slow smile, then he dips back and laves my clit until I shake, folding on top of his head. He places me on the bed and proceeds to take his jeans off. Slowly. Looking at me the whole time. The metallic sound of his belt buckle, followed by that of sliding leather is an unbearable tease.

My hand goes between my legs.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself for your man.”

Your man. My chin wobbles. “Ethan,” I whisper.

He kicks the jeans off slowly. “Right here.” His cock beats under his black briefs. He strokes himself through the thin fabric. “You want that?”

“Oh god yes.”

“Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy. Now.”

He chuckles. “You were always greedy. Where else?”

Take the briefs off already. “In my mouth.”

He groans, his eyes heavy with desire. “Fuck. You wanna make me come, don’t you?” His large hand strokes his throbbing cock slowly.

“Yes. Come all over me.” I run my hands on my breasts, then lift a foot to try and pull his briefs off.

Leaving his cock, he grabs both my feet and pulls me to the edge of the bed and wraps my ankles around his neck. “What did I say earlier?” he asks in a gruff voice.

My naked center is against his cock but those damn briefs are still there. I want to see his cock, touch his cock, have his cock, and I want it now. “I was greedy?” I venture.

“I said I was going to fuck you.” Suddenly the briefs are gone, and his cock is at my entrance. “Yeah?”

I pant. Then I reach for his cock, but before I can touch it, he thrusts inside me, and I cry out, “Yes.” Ohmygod, it’s been so long. So long without sex, but more importantly, so long without Ethan.

Then, abruptly, he pulls out. “Fuck.”

“What?” I whine.

“Condom. I forgot.”

“I… I’m good. Clean and IUD.”

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