Page 60 of It's Only Ever Been You

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my knees nearly buckle at the sensation. Mint lingers on his lips, mixed with something unmistakably him…of home. And I can’t get enough.

“God, Emma,” he groans against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip the backs of my thighs. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this.”

Before I can process his words, he lifts me effortlessly, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He spins us around with my back against the door. The frame digs into my back, but I barely notice, too caught up in the way his body feels pressed against mine.

“Say it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing along my jaw, grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. His breath is hot against my skin, and I shiver at the low, commanding tone in his voice. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice shaky but certain. “I want you, Ethan. I’ve always wanted you. I never stopped.”

A deep, guttural sound rumbles from his chest, and he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes are blazing, filled with something raw and feral that sends a thrill racing through me.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice thick with possession. “You’ve always been mine, Emma. And I’m going to prove it to you.”

Before I can respond, he’s moving again, carrying me across the room like I weigh nothing. My back hits the soft mattress, and he follows me down, his body caging me in as his lips find mine again. His hands are everywhere—tracing the curve of my waist, sliding up my thighs, tangling in my hair.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands slipping under the hem of my shirt. His fingers are warm against my skin, sending sparks of electricity racing through me as he pushes the fabric up and over my head.

His eyes darken as they roam over me, lingering on the lacy bra I’d thrown on this morning without a second thought. He leans down, his lips brushing against the swell of my breast as his hands glide down to the waistband of my sleep shorts.

“All this time, and you’re still this perfect?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “That’s just cruel, baby.”

I let out a breathless laugh, my head falling back against the pillow as his hands slide into my sleep shorts. “You’re making it impossible to think right now.”

His gaze snaps up to mine, his intensity stealing the air from my lungs. “Good,” he says, his voice low and commanding as he hooks his fingers under the fabric and pulls them down in one swift motion. “Because tonight, I’m all yours.”

I shiver as the cool air hits my bare skin, but the warmth of his body is quick to follow. His lips move down my neck, across my collarbone, leaving a path of fire in their wake.

“Ethan,” I gasp as his mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my navel. My hands fist in the sheets, and he glances up at me with a wicked grin.

“I’ve got you, Emma,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with promise. “Just let me take care of you.”

And then he does.

His touch is firm, deliberate, and utterly consuming. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as his mouth works its magic against me. The heat of his tongue drags over my pussy, slow and purposeful, before he circles it with just enough pressure to make my hips lift off the bed.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, my fingers threading into his hair, holding him closer as his mouth moves with a rhythm that drives me insane. His tongue flicks and swirls, alternating between teasing and devouring, and every stroke sends a jolt of pleasure racing through me.

He hums against me, the vibrations shooting straight through my core, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me. “Ethan…” His name is a plea, a breathless cry as he grips my thighs tighter, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to anchor me to the moment.

His lips seal around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and his tongue works in precise, unrelenting circles. The intensity builds, every flick and suck sending a cascade of heat through my body. My breaths come faster, my back arching off the bed as his hands slide lower, his thumbs spreading me open to give him better access.

The pressure mounts, unbearable and exquisite, until I’m nothing but a trembling, moaning mess beneath him. “Don’t stop,” I manage to choke out, my voice breaking as his tongue delves deeper, tasting me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.

“Say my name,” he commands, as he pulls back, his voice low and rough, his lips brush against my inner thigh. “I want to hear you say it when I make you come for me.” He then dives back in, his mouth devouring me in the best possible way.

“Ethan,” I cry out, my voice breaking as the tension building inside me finally snaps. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, starting deep in my core and radiating out in shuddering, uncontrollable waves. My back arches off the bed, my thighs trembling against his grip as the pleasure consumes me, sharp and overwhelming.

His name falls from my lips like a prayer, over and over again, each syllable fractured by the tremors wracking my body. Heat blooms across my skin, my pulse pounding in my ears as every nerve feels alive, hypersensitive to his touch. My fingers tighten in his hair, holding him to me as my bodywrithes beneath the weight of the orgasm, each pulse of pleasure sending aftershocks through me until I feel on the verge of completely unraveling.

A broken sob escapes me, the intensity leaving me breathless and shaking. My chest heaves as I try to steady myself, but the lingering warmth of his tongue and the firm grip of his hands on my thighs keep me tethered to the high, prolonging the sensation until I’m completely spent.

When I finally come down, I feel him move, his body sliding up mine with deliberate, unhurried intent. His lips brush against my inner thigh, then the curve of my hip, and higher still, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. By the time he reaches my lips, I’m already breathless again, anticipation humming in my veins.

He kisses me deeply, his mouth claiming mine with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt, like he’s trying to fuse us together, to make me feel every ounce of what’s coursing through him. His weight settles over me, grounding and overwhelming all at once, while his hands shift to trace soothing patterns along my sides, his touch gentle but no less consuming.

As he kisses me deeply, his body pressing into mine, I whisper against his lips, “I don’t want thisto end.”

His gaze darkens, his thumb brushing softly along my jawline. “I told you,” he murmurs, his voice husky but resolute. “I’m not letting you go again.”

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