Page 47 of Always Been You

A soft whimper fell from her lips and she was at the point that she was ready to beg, plead for him to suck her, lick her, touch her. And usually, she'd have no problem doing that, but a little voice in the back of her head was telling her that she might enjoy the experience more if she kept her mouth shut. So she bit her tongue. Literally, she had the sucker between her teeth.

And holy shit was she glad she did. She would never have suggested what he proceeded to do.

Instead of kissing, licking, sucking, pinching or rubbing her nipples, he teased them in a different way. His chin, covered with a five o'clock shadow, brushed the tip of her puckered bud. The prickly stubble grazed her sensitive nub and sent all kinds of sensations shooting down between her legs.

He repeated the motion on her other breast and when he did, her back arched up off the flat surface of the table. That's when she felt the heat of his palm spread on the bare skin of her belly, securing her in place.

Their eyes were still locked as he tilted his head and rubbed his whiskered cheek against her nipple. The bristly sensation combined with the visual of what he was doing was making her inner walls clench, and her panties wet. As her breaths came in shallow pants, her belly moved up and down in a faster pace beneath Ethan's touch.

Just when she thought it couldn't feel any better, get any more erotic, his tongue appeared between his lips, and he licked each of her taut nipples that were begging for his attention.

A soft cry fell from her lips when his own lips covered the dark pink halo of soft skin surrounding her pebble-hard tips and sucked. She just about came right then and there. Her lids slammed shut as her fingers clutched the edges of the round table and she did her best to hold her body still and just surrender to his tantalizing expertise.

It wasn't as easy as it might sound. Every instinct in her was screaming to demand that he strip, jimmy up, and put her out of the sweet, punishing misery that this decades-long build up was finally reaching.

She opened her eyes and saw from the amused grin on his face that her internal turmoil was not lost on him, and he was actually enjoying watching her wrestle with overwhelming desire. She stored his amusement in the back of her mind; she'd given him fair warning that turnabout was fair play.

He took his sweet time exploring her body and the resolve to let him keep thinking he was in control dissolved when she saw the twinkle in his eye. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.

Spreading her legs farther apart, she slid her hand between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. His eyes shot down to her exposed sex. She trailed her other hand over her hip and dipped her fingers between her legs. The tip of her finger had barely skimmed her swollen clit when he caught her wrist, and his eyes shot to her.

She grinned, happy to see some of the tension she was feeling reflected in his eyes. "You were taking too long, so I figured I'd handle it."

The muscles in his shoulders relaxed slightly. A grin lifted on his mouth as he shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I have some idea-"

Before she was able to finish her thought, Ethan had dropped down on his knees and covered her mound with his mouth. Her entire body convulsed with pleasure from the wet suction of his lips and the pressure from the illicit strokes of his tongue.

The buildup of this release was decades in the making, and it took only seconds of his suckling attention to send her shooting into the stratosphere of mind-blowing climax. She lost herself in the soul-stealing intensity of sensations rioting through her.

Just when she'd thought she'd reached her peak, she felt Ethan's finger push inside of her. The canal of her sex clamped around it as stars exploded behind her lids and her body shattered into a thousand pieces.

Ethan watched Jess as she came down from her orgasm and he kept his finger inside of her, pushing in and pulling out in a steady rhythm. He inhaled the sultry scent of her sex. Her body pulsed against his digit as he licked the sweet juices that coated her silky, feminine lips. Her inner thighs clenched against his ears but he was still able to hear the gasps and whimpers that were the soundtrack of her release.

Even though every single one of his senses were being stimulated by her, he still couldn't quite believe this was happening and that it was even better than he'd ever imagined.

When her body finally went limp, he didn't waste any time tugging her panties down her legs, picking her up, and carrying her to one of the queen beds. She surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. He'd expected her to give him grief about her legs working just fine, but she didn't. She melted into him.

After gently laying her down he tried to straighten, but she made a disagreeable noise and tightened her grip. "Don't go."

"I'll be right back," he promised.

She dropped her arms to her sides with a sigh, and her lids fluttered open. "Okay but hurry. It felt...nice...to hold you."

It wasn't an admission of love, but his heart swelled as if it were. Not as much as his dick was swelling, though. That sucker had his ticker beat by a mile.

He started to unzip his pants. "It's about to feel a lot nicer."

The smile that spread on her face had both regions of his body expanding. She looked so damn sexy lying on the bed, naked, waiting for him.

After getting undressed, he stroked himself several times before slipping a condom on. Jess watched his movements with rapt attention. Her eyes followed his hand as it gripped his shaft and sheathed himself.

Tonight hadn’t gone as he planned. He never dreamed that he’d tell anyone about his origin story. Sure, he might share that he was adopted, but not the gritty details he’d never even come to terms with himself. But if sharing an intimate part of himself with Jess led them here, to this moment, then it was all worth it.

Not that that's why he'd opened up to her. He honestly hadn't had a choice. The connection that he shared with Jess was unlike any he'd felt before. Revealing his past to her had felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. He'd heard people throw around the term soulmate, but he'd never really given any thought to what that would look like in practice. But that's what being with Jess was like. From the time he sat down next to the girl who was crying on the pier, to standing in the alley that he'd been abandoned in with her, it was like his soul recognized hers as its match. Its partner. Its mate.

"I said hurry," she prompted as her hips squirmed.

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