Page 67 of Holding On

"Way better." I slide off his lap and unbutton the rest of my dress while kicking my shoes off.

Ethan's eyes rake over my body. "What are you doing?"

"Undressing." I unhook my bra and toss it aside along with my dress.

"I can see that. Are you saying we're—"

I kiss him before he can finish. Then I quickly undo his belt and his shorts.

He stops and looks at me. "You sure about this?"

"More than sure."

He smiles. "Let's go to the bedroom. I don't want to do it here."

We make our way to his room, which isn't a mess like it was last week. He really did clean so I wouldn't have to.

As he undresses himself, I shove the covers back and get in his bed. He has bright white sheets that are buttery soft and seem expensive. His mom must've picked them out. I can't imagine Ethan shopping for sheets.

He grabs a condom from the nightstand and I watch as he puts it on. The rumors are true. Ethan Baxter is huge. I thought girls were just saying that when I overheard them bragging about being with him, but it's true. It's all true.

He lies next to me on his back. "You're gonna have to take over. I'm kind of limited in what I can do."

I don't mind. I have no problem being on top. In fact, sometimes I prefer it.

I straddle him, being careful of his leg. He grips my ass as I slowly lower over him, taking time to let my body adjust to his size.

"You okay?" he asks since I'm being so cautious.

"Yeah." I lean down and kiss him. With him fully inside, I start slowly rocking my hips back and forth.

He groans. "Fuck, that feels good." His eyes go to mine. "Sit up. I want to see you."

Lifting up, I continue my movements as he eyes my body, his hand tracing over my breast and down my stomach.

"You're beautiful," he says.

I close my eyes, focusing on his touch and the feel of his hand as it continues to move over my skin.

When I open my eyes, I see him watching me. His eyes lift slowly to mine and I feel something between us. Emotions I can't quite identify but ones we shouldn't be feeling.

This is turning out to be more intimate than I expected. It was only supposed to be sex, just bodies coming together satisfying a need. But it's more than that. We're letting our emotions get involved and we shouldn't. We were just supposed to be friends. Friends offering each other support and meeting each other's physical needs.

Turning my focus back to that, I close my eyes and speed up my movements. Ethan grabs my hips and I lean forward, holding onto his muscular shoulders. Soon my body is flooded with pleasure and I'm struggling to catch my breath. I keep going and feel Ethan's muscles tense and his fingers dig into my flesh as he comes.

He's breathing heavy, his eyes closed. I hover over him, then see his eyes open to look at me. I feel it again. The feeling that this was more than sex. More than just satisfying a need. But neither of us says anything.

He pulls me down over his chest and I lie there and feel him kiss my head. It feels real. Like he really cares about me. And I have to admit, I care about him too.

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