Page 8 of Dump and Chase

“We shouldn’t do this,” I said at last.

“I know,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “But when I saw you, it was like seeing you that very first time. You were the prettiest woman in the room.”

I touched his cheek and tried to quell my pounding heart. I could hear Jill in my head telling me he had a girlfriend, but so many feelings were coming to the surface. Ethan had been the only man I’d ever loved.

“Why do you always have to mess me up?” I asked.

“Because you mess me up too,” he said, kissing me again. I didn’t stop him this time, but I didn’t want to rush this moment either. Our kisses were hungry and longing, and he only stopped to scoop me up into his arms and lead me back to his bedroom, the bedroom we once shared whenever we came back home together.

He set me on my feet and yanked off his suit jacket. I turned for him to unzip my dress. The only black underwear I had to go under the dress happened to be a matching pair of a lacy black bra, not that I’d expected to end up here. Not in a million years.

“You look amazing,” he said, trailing his fingers down my arms. His touch sent chills through me.

“Let’s see how you look,” I said, slowly undoing each button of his dress shirt. His breath hitched as I pulled it from his pants and slipped it off his shoulders. Of course he looked like he belonged on the cover of any men’s fitness magazine, right down to the chiseled abs. “Yeah, you look good,” I said with a devious smile. When he reached out to touch me, I stepped back, and he frowned. “I’m not done yet.”

I unbuckled his belt and he did the rest, casting his pants aside. We didn’t take our eyes off each other as he moved in close, reaching behind my back and unfastening my bra. It fell to the floor, and he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he brought me to the bed, setting me down, and then he hooked a finger in my panties and pulled them down my legs.

“How wet are you?” he asked.

Probably sopping wet, but I wasn’t admitting it. He could find out for himself. So I shrugged and gave him a playful smile.

“I see. I’ll have to find out.”

He climbed onto the bed next to me, kissing me again and his hand slipped between my legs. I groaned as he found my clit.

“Yup. Totally wet.”

As he circled my clit, his mouth found my right breast, and he sucked and nipped before moving to the next. He had me close to coming, but I tried to fight it off. I wanted to keep the foreplay going as long as possible. I knew how good Ethan and I were at it. We’d spent a lot of time practicing.

But then he broke my resolve when he inserted one, then two fingers inside me while his thumb worked my clit. I came completely undone, crying out as the orgasm ripped through me. Ethan kept up the finger fucking, and there was only one thing I could do to stop him. I slid my hand inside his boxers and grabbed hold of his rock-hard cock. I ran my fingers over his balls, then up the main vein of his cock, placing just enough pressure on him. I knew just what he liked. His fingers finally slipped out of me, and I sighed as he fell back and took off his boxers.

I sat up, looking down at him, my hand on his cock. “Do you want what’s behind door number one, or would you like to know what’s behind door number two?” I asked, licking my lips.

“I think I need to know my options,” he said breathlessly as I placed more pressure on his cock.

“Door number one consists of a hand job until you come. Behind door number two, I ride you.”

He smiled. “Fuck, I want them both.”

“Sorry, you’re going to have to pick one.”

He closed his eyes as my hands continued to work his cock. Then he opened them and said, “I’m going to need you to ride me.”

“Excellent choice.”

He reached over to his nightstand and pulled open the drawer, producing a condom. He slipped it on, and it was a good thing he was thinking, because it had slipped my mind, and I wasn’t on the pill anymore. I lined his cock up with my entrance and slowly slid down. I hadn’t been with a guy for almost a year, so it had been a while. When he was a few inches inside me, he grunted his satisfaction.

“Shit, Tang, you are so fucking tight.”

I took a few breaths and relaxed my muscles as I slid down him further, letting my body adjust to his size. It felt so fucking good as I planted my hands on his chest. He played with my hard nipples, giving them a gentle twist.

“Be nice,” I scolded.

Once I had him fully inside me, I slid up and down, trying to keep up a good pace, but when he started playing with my clit again, I lost myself. He thrust up with his hips and I tried to keep control, but he could see that second orgasm building, and he flipped me onto my back, pistoning his cock into me, and I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm tore through me, and with a few finals thrusts, he was seated in me, growling his satisfaction as he came too.

He kissed me a few times before slowly pulling out and heading to the washroom to dispose of the condom. I felt empty and already wanted more. Knowing Ethan, he wasn’t finished with me yet.

He climbed into bed and pulled me close, one hand resting on my ass. I wanted to lie there a few minutes and take it all in, but I didn’t want to think too far ahead, either. But maybe, just maybe this meant more than I thought. If Ethan wanted to get back together, I couldn’t see myself saying no.

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