Page 48 of Falling for Them

By the time his mouth reached my aching center, my breath was coming in short, rapid gasps. He flicked his tongue against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I cried out, my hands grasping at the blankets as his tongue danced over my sensitive bud.

He listened to my body, to the way I gasped and moaned, and adjusted his movements accordingly. He was so attentive and so eager to please that it was almost overwhelming.

I hadn’t expected him to be this good, but then again, this was Ethan—the man who knew me better than anyone else. He had always been able to anticipate my needs and desires… now they were needs and desires of a different kind.

His fingers joined the party, first one then a second as he ate me out.

“Ethan,” I moaned, my voice ragged as I teetered on the edge of release. “I’m close...”

“That’s it. Come for me. Let me feel how much you like this.”

His words were my undoing. With a final flick of his tongue and crook of his fingers inside me, I shattered, crying out his name.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my hands gripping his hair. He looked up at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “How are you so good at that?”

He shrugged and crawled back up. “I guess I’m just a natural.”

I looked over at the nightstand where Leo had left the strip of condoms. “I bet you’re a natural at something else too…” I didn’t talk to Ethan about his sex life often, but I knew he wasn’t a virgin when it came to another hole.

He let out a shaky breath as he reached for one. “Are you sure? You’ve had a lot of action the last few days.”

I laughed because he was absolutely right; I didn’t even think I’d had sex three times in one week before, let alone three days. “It’s fine. I’ll ice her later.”

Ethan tore open the condom wrapper, his hands trembling slightly. He rolled the condom on and positioned himself between my legs. He hesitated for a moment, and I could see him starting to overthink it.

So, I did what I always did when Ethan got too stuck in his own head—I took matters into my own hands.

Literally.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length, guiding him to my entrance. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as I rubbed the head of his cock against me, coating him in my wetness.

“Libby,” he breathed.

“I want you, Ethan.”

He opened his eyes, looking down at me as he slowly began to push in inch by inch, stretching me in the most delicious way. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

I wrapped my legs around him. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

Something in him snapped at my words, and he gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust into me, hard and deep. His eyes never left mine, and there was something primal, something possessive in his gaze.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, his voice barely recognizable. “You’ve always been mine.” He was fucking me like he was claiming me. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “I’m yours, Ethan.”

He let out a groan, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I felt my orgasm building again and he moved a hand between us and began circling my clit.

“Oh, God, yes! Like that!” I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts, needing him deeper.

“Come for me, Libby. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words were my undoing, and I shattered around him, my body trembling with the force of my release. He followed me over the edge, burying himself one last time as his body tensedand his cock pulsed inside me. It was the most satisfying orgasm I’d ever had, and I didn’t want it to end.

He stilled and settled between my legs, his forehead coming to rest against mine as we regained our breath. “So... that happened.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, it did.”

He ran the back of his fingers up and down my arm before taking my hand and entwining our fingers. “I meant what I said before; I’m in love with you.”

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