Page 71 of Seal of Approval

“Fuck,” Ethan groaned. He slammed into me, his whole body shaking.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he lay on top of me, our sweat and hot skin slick.

“Not a one-trick pony,” I whispered in his ear.

He let out a chuckle. Then kissed me. Our breathing didn’t have a chance to normalise. Nothing about Ethan and me was normal. And that scared me. My feelings especially.

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I woke up like I had most mornings wrapped in Ethan’s arms. Sex hadn’t changed that part of our lives, but what about all the other parts? Would there be expectations now? I didn’t just mean about sex. Although, the fact that he hadn’t wanted me to reciprocate straight after my first orgasm surprised me. In the past it had been more like OK you’ve had your turn, bad luck if you didn’t orgasm, my turn now. I don’t even think the thought crossed Ethan’s mind.

Did sex bring other expectations? Like some sort of commitment? That sounded very old-fashioned. Was there now supposed to be some confession of love? My feelings were so confused.

I’d let Ethan lead the way. Was that wise? He wasn’t known for sharing his feelings. That might actually be best in this situation. I nodded. Good plan.

I rolled onto my back and stretched. The morning sun was halfway across the room. I glanced at the clock. 8am. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so late.

Ethan shifted and opened his eyes. He gave me a lopsided smile. “Morning.”

Flashes of our orgasms flew through my mind. It certainly was a good morning.

Ethan rolled over and kissed me. His hand skimmed up my leg, over my hips and under my top. His big hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. His thumb rubbed the underside of my breast. Seconds later, his whole hand was cupping it. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It hardened instantly. The way my body responded to him was unreal.

Ethan yanked my top off and his mouth took over from his hand. When his mouth crossed over to the other one, the air caressed my wet nipple. My skin prickled.

Ethan drew his hand down my stomach and into my underwear. “So wet for me already.”

He slid two fingers in and scissored them back and forth. Holy shit. I reached down and shoved my underwear off. His hand had freedom of movement. As his fingers pumped, he rested his thumb at the base of my clit. Holy shit. My small moans filled the otherwise silent room.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

“What about this?”

His fingers moved inside of me. He hit the spot. I nodded. And moaned out something that sounded like yes. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

I pushed my back into the mattress and opened my legs wider. His thumb moved in the same rhythm as his fingers.

“And this?”

I nodded. That spot. His thumb. Holy shit. I clutched at the sheets. As I opened wider, my whole body was gasping for air. My stomach tightened. I clenched my teeth. Why? I didn’t know. I couldn’t breathe.

He moved his fingers again. I clamped around them. And spasmed. A silent cry escaped my mouth. My whole body trembled. Is this what an earthquake felt like?

I opened my eyes as Ethan rolled onto his back. My breathing was ragged. I concentrated on each of my limbs, feeling them one by one, restoring my body to normal.

I reached for Ethan’s hand. Sex on legs.

I giggled.

Ethan swung his head to mine and raised his eyebrows.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Ethan

Jasmine’s giggle turned into a barely controlled laugh. “I’m sorry,” she said between gasps. “You’re really living up to your name.”

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