Page 72 of Always Been You

Her lips, that were swollen from sucking him, parted as she stood.

"Take off your top."

It was killing him, not being able to do all the things that he wanted to do to her but that didn't mean he was going to be a passive participant.

She smiled as she untied the knot that was sitting between her breasts, then she slid the top off her shoulders revealing her perfect, perky breasts.

"Now your skirt."

She reached behind her and he heard the sound of the zipper running down before the white material slid off her hips and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of her heels and hooked her thumbs in her red thong and slid them down her legs. When she straightened, his heart jumped in his chest.

"Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?"

She didn't answer, she just stared into his eyes.

"Come here."

She took the few steps to the end of the couch where his head was. His heart that had leapt at the sight of her naked body now hammered in his chest as Jess gingerly straddled him, gently resting her knees on either side of his shoulders.

She looked down at him as she shifted her body so that her sex was hovering above his mouth and he covered her mound with his lips. He licked her seam and flicked her clit as she rocked against his tongue. Her hips rolled as she rode his mouth. As much as he hated his limitations, he had to admit that knowing that she was setting the pace to bring herself to climax was a hell of a consolation prize.

When her inner thighs began to tremble and she ground against his tongue harder he knew she was getting close. He flicked his tongue faster until she bucked against him and he tasted her juices all over his tongue.

He continued licking her softly until she collapsed beside him. After catching her breath, she excused herself to clean up.

When she was in the bathroom, he sat up and pulled his shirt off.

She came back into the room to find him sitting up, buck naked, with his erection jutting straight up in the air.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Come here."

Jess's legs were still shaking as she walked over to Ethan and placed a knee on each side. She put her hands on the back of the couch to steady herself and she noticed that they were trembling, too, either from the earth-shattering orgasm she’d just had or in anticipation of what was to come.

Pun intended, she grinned to herself.

As she was straddling him, he gripped the base of his dick with one hand and her hip with the other. He guided her hips to lift up and forward so that their bodies were lined up perfectly. His thick crown was pressing against the wet slit of her sex.

“Are you ready?” The roughness in his voice caused her sex to clench against his engorged head.

Just like it had in the hotel room when he’d asked if she was hungry, her body answered before she could. He was already sliding inside of her as she breathed, “Yes.”

She opened her mouth in a silent cry as he slowly entered her at an excruciatingly measured pace until he filled her to the hilt, stretching her inner walls to their limit. Her eyes shut and she bit her lip as she held perfectly still, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.

When her muscles relaxed, she attempted to rise up, but Ethan's hand on her hip stopped her movement.

Opening her eyes she saw the intensity in his gaze.

"Don't move."

She froze. "Am I hurting you?"

“No.” He let out a strained laugh. “You feel too fucking good and I want this to last longer than two seconds."

She nodded with understanding as she stared into his honey eyes. Tears threatened to fill her lids as she realized the connection that she'd been missing the last few weeks was back. He was filling an ache deep inside of her, not just a physical one, but an emotional one, too.

Ethan had been so guarded, so angry, so distant. Every day that passed she’d felt him drifting father away from her. But right now they were one with each other. They were connected. Not just their bodies, but their spirits. There were no barriers between them.

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