Page 3 of Claiming Candy

“Well, I don’t know about that,” I say, furrowing my brow. “I think if it’s something that makes people happy, it’s worth the expense.”

Ethan hums, but he doesn’t sound convinced. He doesn’t rebuke me, though. Instead, he reaches over to tuck a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. I’m unable to suppress the shudder that overtakes my entire body.

“I could–” I begin, stopping to clear my throat. Just being in Ethan’s presence is doing something to my brain. “I could show you.”

“Mm,” he hums, letting his hand linger on my cheek. He radiates warmth. “I might take you up on that offer.”

I nod, realizing just how close the two of us have drifted together. My eyes dart down to his lips – so inviting, I want to feel them on every inch of my body. Then, before I know what’s happening, he’s leaning in. I meet him halfway.

He kisses confidently, like a man who knows exactly what he wants. I don’t really have much to compare it to, though. The most I’ve ever done with another man is a chaste peck. And this is anything but that.

Still, I do my best to give him just as good as he’s giving me. My lips move instinctively, meeting each of his movements. The slide is warm, indulgent. I want to be kissed like this always.

Then, he nips at my bottom lip, and I gasp. He takes advantage of the opening, dragging his tongue along my teeth. I moan, the noise coming out of me without my permission, and he drags me into his lap.

With this new angle, he can reach even deeper. His hands roam down my body, landing on my hips. Each point of content of his fingertips drives me wild. And, when he pushes me down on his lap and I feel his hard on through his pants, I throw my head back and suck in a sharp breath.

“What is it?” he asks, and I can hear the smirk in his voice even though I’m staring at the ceiling.

“I– I’ve never done anything like this before,” I say, closing my eyes, embarrassed at my admission.

“That’s not a problem, baby girl,” he says, the pet name making me feel fuzzy. “I’ll take care of you. You’ll let me take care of you, right?”

“Yes,” I say. I don’t even have to think about my answer.

A dark chuckle comes out of him, and his mouth is back on mine in an instant. He kisses me hard, practically eating me alive. I can’t keep up. He overwhelms all of my senses, and I can’t help but think that this is bliss. Then, I realize that his hands are hiking up my dress, crawling up my thighs.

The first touch of his knuckles against the sensitive skin between my legs makes me yelp. It’s so foreign to the way my own touch feels, and I’m so warm that I forget about the cold weather outside. My reaction seems to spur him on, and his hands drift up even higher.

When he brushes the gusset of my panties, he makes a satisfied sound and pulls back. “You’re already so wet for me,” he says, his touch teasing and light.

“I–” I begin, unsure of how to explain myself.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, his lips kissing my jawline. “I like it. It means you’re into me.”

“Uh huh,” I agree, tilting my head back so he can have better access to my neck.

That seems to please him, and he attaches his mouth to my skin. My hips twitch forward, pressing against his fingers even harder. Shocks radiate through my being at the contact. It’s so good that stars threaten to dot the edges of my vision. Then, Ethan makes it even better.

He pulls the fabric to the side, exposing my dripping sex to the warm air of his bedroom. I quiver with anticipation, my attention torn between his mouth on my neck and his fingers slowly creeping closer. My eyes roll into the back of my head when he drags his knuckle through my folds.

“Oh– Oh!” I gasp, grinding down against the delicious and previously unknown friction.

“You like that?” he asks, dragging his teeth down the column of my neck. “Does that feel good, baby girl?”

“So good,” I say before blushing furiously at the word that came out.

“Oh, you like it when I touch you here?” he says, his voice dripping with arousal.

“Yes!” I practically scream.

Ethan growls as he shifts his touch up further. It’s like he’s pressing a button that delivers instant pleasure to my body. My stomach tightens and my thighs shake. I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm starting to creep in. I think he can tell, too.

The attention he gives me is steady and unrelenting. He rubs circles around my clit, and each touch of his skilled hand empties my brain even further. He’s all I can think about, the only thing that matters.

I buck into his touch, chasing the pleasure that he’s freely giving to me. It’s intoxicating, world-changing. I feel like he knows exactly how to play my body. The fact that someone with so much skill wants me drives me even closer to the edge.

“Oh my god,” I whimper, my body pitching forward.

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