Page 47 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

There’s something so wanton about this. Hot in an indecent way. Maybe it’s because I don’t really know Ethan. Or it could be that most of the sex I’ve had hasn’t been like this. I’m used to missionary and quick, mostly unsatisfactory encounters. I’ve never straddled a man like this and jerked him off while we watched each other. The record needs to show that I want a whole lot more sex like this.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans, breaking eye contact to kiss my throat and bite my neck. His breathing grows heavier as he kisses his way back up to my mouth. “We need a condom.” When I moan at the roughness in his voice, the need I hear, he growls, “You make that noise again and I’m gonna come before I get inside you.”

“I don’t have a condom. Do you?”

“Maybe.”

I like his answer. A lot. I like that he’s not the kind of guy who’s always prepared.

I stop stroking him. “You should go find out.”

His lips demand another quick kiss before he moves off the bed in search of his wallet. I’m so wildly turned on and ready to be fucked that I think I’d offer everything I own to the gods to be assured of him finding a condom.

It turns out the gods are on my side tonight. Ethan finds a condom.

He strips out of his clothes and rolls it on and then we’re a tangled mess of limbs and lips and hands, and he’s lifting one of my legs over his shoulder before pushing his dick inside me.

I grip his biceps as he sinks into me. “Oh god,” I pant, finding it hard to breathe at the way he fills me.

His eyes are glued to mine as he pulls out and thrusts in again. “Fuck, Maddie,” he says, his voice strained, his breathing growing ragged.

I rock with him, and we find our rhythm. It’s neither fast nor slow but it’s intense and fuck me, Ethan goes deep and discovers the right angle I need.

My hands move to his shoulders when his thrusts become faster and harder. And as my orgasm edges closer, I close my eyes and let the pleasure consume me.

I completely lose myself with my fingers digging into his skin; the world shrinking down to the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him, until there’s nothing but him.

Ethan grips my leg harder and pushes it tighter against me as he drives his dick into me after I orgasm. Then, with one last thrust, he comes.

“Fuck,” he rasps afterward, collapsing onto the bed next to me. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, the rapid rise and fall gradually slowing.

I smile and turn my face to him, still a little breathless myself. “That covers it.”

He looks at me, his eyes still dark with the remnants of desire. A lazy, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “That was fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he reaches out to trail his fingers along my arm.

My smile grows and I find the energy to roll toward him. Snaking my arm across his chest, I tease, “Good is such an underwhelming word to describe something, don’t you think?”

Amusement covers his face. “If you’re looking for something more flowery, I’m not your guy.” His hand curls around my forearm over his chest. “I’m a simple man, Miller, but you should know that in my mind, there’s not much better than ‘fucking good.’”

I press myself into him some more, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine. “Okay, I agree then, that was fucking good.”

With a smile, he bends his mouth to mine and steals a kiss before leaving the bed to dispose of the condom. When he returns, my attention is drawn to one of the three tattoos I vaguely noticed while we had sex. This one is on his left bicep and is an intricate pattern of black lines that are spiraled and looped to resemble butterfly wings.

“What’s the story behind this?” I ask, lightly brushing my finger over the tattoo as he settles himself on the bed again, pulling me in close. I have no doubt it means something to Ethan. I can’t imagine he’d permanently ink himself with something that’s meaningless to him.

He glances down. “It’s the Lorenz attractor, a symbol of chaos theory.”

Invite the chaos in.

“What is chaos theory?”

“It’s the science of surprises and teaches us to expect the unexpected. It deals with the nonlinear and unpredictable like weather, our brain states, the stock market, and so on. Have you heard of the butterfly effect?”

“I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know anything about it.”

“It’s the concept that says even the smallest action can lead to unexpected and profound changes. So, for instance, a single flap of a butterfly’s wings can create a storm halfway across the world. It may take a long time, but the connection is real.”

“So, you’re not just a pretty face. You’re a sexy science nerd too.” I could listen to him recite facts for hours.

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