Page 18 of A Dark Infinity

“Relax,” Ethan says, running his thumb across my lips. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” The darkness flickering in his gray eyes doesn’t support his words. He very much looks like he wants to rip my clothes off me and continue what we started.

My hand trembles as I move it to his cock and cups it. “I-I want this,” I say, my voice shaking harder than my hand. I inwardly curse at myself because this is so not sexy.

Ethan tilts his head to the side. “Why so nervous, Little Bird?”

Why does he keep calling me that? I understand the joke of my name also being a bird species. I’m just not sure that’s the only reason. There’s something in the way he looks at me that makes it seem like there’s more to it.

“Umm…” I hesitate, unsure of how to tell him I’ve only had sex very few times, and I know I’m not good at it. “It’s just that I don’t have a lot of experience, which I know is annoying for the guy… you.”

Ethan’s eyes widen like saucers. “What?”

“I’ve been told I’m bad at sex, and I really don’t want to make you regret doing this with me. So if you could just be patient and tell me what you want… maybe that would help?”

He cups my face gently, a stark contrast to his harsh words. “Whoever told you that is a fucking jerk. There’s no such thing as being bad at sex. If the guy isn’t man enough to bring his woman’s inner slut out, that’s on him.”

I gape. “Inner slut?”

Ethan smirks. “Never heard the expression ‘lady on the streets, freak in the sheets’”? I nod slowly. “Sometimes said lady needs a little help to connect with her inner freak,” he rasps, looking like he likes the idea of coaching that part out of me.

I don’t know what to think about it, only that I’m game. I’ve never had anyone take control of me in a way that made me feel safe, wanted, or even sexy. The few sexual encounters I’ve had were always lights out under the covers. One guy didn’t even want me to touch myself, telling me it was off putting.

“Will you help me?” I beg. “I don’t know if I have an inner freak or slut. But I want to find out.”

“You have no idea how much I want that, Little Bird,” Ethan rasps. “You can start by touching my cock like you mean it.” It’s not until he says it that I realize my hand is still awkwardly resting on the bulge in his pants.

“Sorry,” I mumble, letting my hand fall away and rest at my side.

Then I think better of it, and reach for the button and zipper on his pants, determined to make this better and not act like an awkward virgin. My hands tremble so badly I can’t get the damn button through the small hole, and much to my mortification, Ethan chuckles.

“Let me help you,” he rasps. His eyes never leave mine, and I shudder from the sheet intensity as he opens his pants with deft, sure fingers. “There you go.”

I push his pants and boxers down. Unable to help myself, I look down and instinctively lick my lips at the sight. Ethan’s hard cock is a thing of beauty, and it’s making me wetter. I wrap my hand around his impressive length, experimentally moving my hand up and down.

“That’s it, Little Bird,” he praises while shooting me a smoldering look that threatens to set my panties on fire. “Squeeze me tighter…” I do as he says. “…Yes, just like that. Spread my precum down the shaft. That’s a good girl.”

I continue to move my hand, letting his groans and pants stir me in the right direction. It doesn’t take long until my hand is sticky with his precum and he groans while moving his hips so he’s fucking my hand.

When I move faster, he stops me. “Not like this.” Ethan’s words are like cold water on my system. I immediately let go of him, unsure of what to do with myself.

He claims my mouth in a searing kiss while lowering us both to the floor. “Sit up,” he commands. Then he unzips my dress and pulls it over my head. Next, he unclasps my bra. “Your tits are even more beautiful than I remembered.”

I frown in confusion at his choice of words. What does he mean by that? He’s never seen them before, so surely he meant to say they look better than he thought they would, right?

Once I’m completely naked, Ethan runs his hands across every inch of my body. He palms my tits, tweaks my nipples, and even runs a finger between my soaked folds. “Mhmm, you’re so fucking wet for me, Little Bird.”

I moan and spread my legs wider, eager for his touch. “Don’t stop,” I beg when he stands. I want to protest more, but the words die in my throat as he undresses in front of me. His erection is jutting out from his body, and watches with rapid attention as he strokes himself.

“That’s so hot,” I moan when he cups his balls and licks his lips.

“You like watching me, Little Bird?”

“Yes,” I whimper. With slow movements, I move my hand down my body until it’s resting on my mound. “I-is it okay if I touch myself?”

Ethan lets out a deep groan. “Fuck yes it is.”

The heat in his eyes makes me feel bolder, so I cling to that feeling and spread my legs wider. Then I spread my pussy lips. His breath hitches. “I wish you were touching me like this,” I moan, my eyes fluttering close.

“Look at me,” he orders.

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