Page 82 of We'll Meet Again

So it came as no surprise that when she got on her knees between his legs, he shot her a questioning look, but it disappeared as soon as she cupped him through his jeans. His eyes fell closed and he groaned, rolling his hips toward her. She pressed her lips to his chest, creating a fiery trail from over his heart all the way to his denim waistband. She could see the flush all over his skin, even in the low light.

“You look gorgeous like this,” she said, popping the button on his jeans.

“You should see you.”

She smirked. “You like it, don’t you? Me on my knees for you?”

“God, yes,” he said with a sigh.

She kissed his lower stomach again. “It’s only right, after all. You’re a winner, Ethan.” Her hand slipped beneath his boxers and found his cock, hard and ready for her. “A champion.”

She pulled him free and licked a stripe all the way up his shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip. He gasped, his hand finding the back of her neck like a magnet. When she took him in her mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a filthy moan. The sound was so sexy, Billie found herself rubbing her thighs together to ease the mounting tension between them.

She didn’t often get to go down on him. Usually, he made her come once or twice when they got started, and while she always offered to reciprocate, by then he was desperate to be inside her. So she realized she would have to insist, and start with it if she wanted to treat him. And she did. If she could make him feel a fraction of the pleasure he so often gave to her, she’d consider it a blow job well done.

Slowly, she lowered her mouth, taking him as far as she could without gagging (because she knew if she did, he’d put a stop to this), and with one hand, grasped the remainder of his cock. She started a steady, even rhythm with her mouth and hand moving together, applying even pressure as she went. Ethan drew shallow, rapid breaths the longer Billie dragged her lips over him, and she went until he whined, hot and needy for her.

Making him feel this good had her ready to combust. His mouth in that perfect “o” shape, his hair falling onto his sweaty forehead, one hand fisted in her hair with the other around the sheets - it was magnificent. She couldn’t even help herself when her free hand floated between her own legs, dipped into her thong, and her middle finger found her clit, wet and swollen already.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You look so good touching yourself, holy -oh!”

She picked up her pace, rubbing herself to the same cadence she used on him. When she moaned around him, his hips jerked forward, pushing him deeper into her mouth.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry!” he gasped. “You alright?”

She came off him slowly, stroking him to compensate for the loss of her mouth. She smirked at the tightening of his muscles as she did. “I’m perfect, darling.”

She started to go again, but he stopped her. Gently, he cupped her face in his hand and tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

“Please,” he said. “I gotta be inside you, baby.”

“How do you want me?”

He blinked. “What?”

She got to her feet, unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. His eyes flicked to her breasts before returning to her face. That is, until she stepped out of the thong as well, and he licked his lips at the sight of her. Nothing made Billie feel sexier than the way Ethan looked at her in moments like this. He had seen her naked dozens of times now, but he always gazed at her in awe, like it was the first time.

“How do you want me?” she asked again, running her fingers through his hair. “And don’t think about how you think I want it. How doyouwant to -”

She didn’t finish before he grabbed her by her rear and yanked her towards him. She was practically on his lap. He kissed her. Rough and raw. For the first time, she heard a rumble come from deep inside his chest.

“Want you from behind,” he murmured.

She bit her lip as her pussy clenched with anticipation. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

While she crawled onto the bed, Ethan stood up and shimmied out of his jeans and boxers. Teasing, she wiggled her ass at him, until his palm made swift contact with one of the cheeks. Not really spanking her, but with enough force behind it to surprise and further arouse her. He gripped her tight. She felt herself get wetter.

“Hips up,” he said.

She obeyed, lifting herself just a couple inches off the bed while he placed a pillow beneath her to give a better angle. Her head dropped forward and she let out a moan when he plunged two fingers inside her. At the same time, his lips pressed into the small of her back. With each thrust of his hand, he kissed his way up her spine, until she was caged beneath him. Wanton, helpless need had her pushing her hips back towards him. He pulled his fingers out and lined himself up at her entrance, making her whine when he only dragged the tip of his cock through her slick folds.

“Ethan, please,” she whimpered.

She felt his blazing, ragged breath on the back of her neck.

“Mine,” he growled, and sank into her.

She keened beneath him, arching her back and letting her head fall against his shoulder. The heat in her belly swirled around like a tornado. Ethan wasn’t possessive, which she always respected, but hearing him claim her like that made every hair on her body stand up and her cunt squeeze him tight. God, she wanted to hear him say it again. Sheneededto hear him say it again.

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