Page 72 of One Touch

“Good. I’m gonna make you come really fucking hard then you’re gonna suck my cock. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” I moaned, trying not to be too loud in case Ava heard us. Slowly, tentatively, I gripped Ethan’s cock and started stroking it up and down.

“Fuck,” Ethan groaned. He leaned in to kiss me, crushing his lips against mine. I could taste the lingering hot chocolate on him and all I could do was submit to him, to his hunger, to his need.

His free hand slid under my top, yanking down my bra and stroking my breast. He groaned in delight as my nipple pebbled instantly under his touch.

“Sit on your hands,” he said. “Don’t do anything but stare up at that moon and accept the pleasure I’m giving you.”

I swallowed, sliding my hands under my ass. I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the moon as Ethan kissed my neck and stroked my clit, occasionally dipping two fingers deep inside me to find more of my wetness.

“Mmm,” he moaned against me. “You’re fucking perfect, Lily Lane. And you deserve a completely fucking perfect orgasm right now.” He bit down on my lower lip and sucked while his fingers drove me dizzy with desire. I couldn’t take it much longer. The full moon. The sitting on my hands. The rock-hard erection grinding against my belly while he straddled me and pushed me closer and closer to the edge of that cliff.

And then . . .

I felt like I just swallowed the full moon in one gulp, and it grew and grew inside me until it suddenly burst, sending silvery sparks of light all around my body.

I struggled to stay still as the pleasure broke against me like endless waves. A ragged, hoarse sigh escaped from my trembling lips.

“Fuck,” Ethan panted. “You’re sexy when you come.”

He kept his finger buried deep inside me while my muscles clenched around it over and over again, my climax so hard and fast I wondered if it would ever end. Finally, it calmed down enough for me to stutter, “Your turn.”

“You bet it is,” he replied, giving me a kiss.

Ethan climbed down off me, and I looked up at the silhouette of his thick cock, straining upright in the darkness, its swollen tip hungry and desperate for me. He lifted me into the air and I wrapped my legs around him, his cock grazing against my still-tingling pussy, making me instantly hungry for more.

Then, he lay back on the couch, taking me with him, so thatIwas straddlinghimnow.

With my legs still shaking, I tugged his jeans and boxers down. His cock pointed at me, dangerous and dark.

I licked my lips, then planted a single, wet kiss on his tip. Then, slowly, I licked down the entire length of his shaft, and back up again. I gripped his now wet cock with my warm hands and swirled my tongue around the end. I felt his cock twitching, eager to get into my mouth. Finally, I took him between my lips.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

I moaned around his cock, feeling the veins of it alive on my tongue. He tasted good, of salt and smoke and man.

His fingers tangled in my hair, urging me to take him farther, deeper.

I opened my mouth wider, taking him right to the back of my throat, running my tongue all the way to the base of his member. Gripping him tightly, I stroked and sucked him at the same time, feeling him swelling even more, forcing my lips ever farther apart.

Ethan let out a low, guttural groan, his fingers digging into my scalp. I sucked harder and faster, feeling the heat of his cock throbbing in my mouth, the taste of him intoxicating.

“You’re so . . . good,” he managed, his voice a snatch of emotion.

“I love it,” I said, speaking around his cock.

“Jesus, Lily, you’re going to make me come.” He pulled my hair back, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough that I pulled away from his cock. “And I’m not coming. Not yet.”

He took off my glasses and set them down on the table. Then he looked into my eyes, and I saw his pupils grow even bigger in the darkness. “Fuck, Lily. You’re beautiful.”

He grabbed a condom from his jeans and rolled it on, then threw me down on the couch face-down and yanked down my jeans and underwear with a confident tug. My bare ass was exposed to him.

“We’re not going to break a single one of your rules,” he said, as he lay over me, his stomach pressing down onto my back, and his hot, hard cock nudged insistently between my thighs.

“I’m not looking into your eyes,” he told me as he guided the tip of his cock to my wet entrance. “Your eyes are way too dangerous, Lily. They’re like . . . feelings portals.”

Feelings portals?

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