Page 158 of Wicked Fantasies

“Too tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “Only halfway.”

Her eyes widened at his words.Thiswas only half?

“See why I’m going slow?” he asked, sweat running down his cheek. “Six years is a damn long time, Rachel.”

He moved another inch forward and she gasped at the electrical shock that coursed through her body. “What the hell was that?”

He grinned. “Think I found your G-spot.” He moved out a bit and hit the same spot. She cried out.

“Oh yeah,” he said, rubbing along the same area until she was shaking, writhing, arching with the pleasurable sensations he was provoking inside her. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

She screamed as his strokes pushed her into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

“What the hell wasthat?” she repeated after several moments. Her body was completely sated, utterly replete, and she felt as if she were floating on air.

“Awesome,” he whispered.

As she became more aware, she realized he was completely inside her and still hard as a rock. “You didn’t come.”

“I’m not finished. I believe you wanted to try a little something called Splitting the Bamboo.”

He reached down to grip her right ankle, pulling her leg straight up until it rested on his shoulder. As he moved her into the position, she felt his cock push even farther inside, until he was so deep she wanted to cry with relief. This was how she wanted him. How she needed him.

“Ready?” he asked and she nodded with a grin. “Gotta warn you,” he added. “After watching you come like that, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold back this time. My balls are about to burst.”

She laughed and reached down with her left hand to cup his testicles. He sucked in a sharp breath at her tantalizing touch. “Oh Ethan, you’re a God,” she teased as she squeezed his balls.

He laughed only briefly before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back inside her in one hard thrust. As quickly as that, her body responded and she felt another orgasm beginning to build. He paused for just a moment before repeating the motion. Each rough shove into her body was followed by a short respite. After five times, she realized he was still trying to hold back, still trying to make it last—for her.

“Fuck me,” she said during yet another pause. He looked at her closely. “No more stopping. I want you to take me hard…now.”

Her request released the dragon from his lair as Ethan gave her exactly what she asked for. On each thrust he stroked her G-spot, driving her so high she felt as if she were on top of the world. She was flying. She was soaring. For the first time in her life, she understood what all the fuss was about. Sexrocked!

“Come with me,” he demanded and she dove from the cliff, not needing to be asked twice.

Chapter Three

Rachel wasn’t certain how long she’d dozed, but when she awoke, she found herself facing her new best friend.

“Well hello there,” she said to Ethan’s very-awake, very-ready-to-play cock.

Ethan’s chuckle came from somewhere around the region of her waist and his breath tickled the hair surrounding her mons.

“Congress of the Crow,” he said.

“Ah.” No other explanation was necessary. She’d placed that position at the bottom of herKama Sutralist, although it was by no means her last choice. She’d often wondered what it would be like to do a sixty-nine with a man who wasn’t so hung up on sanitary conditions that sex felt more like an experiment in cleanliness than something based on fulfilling basic desires and needs. Her ex had refused to participate in oral sex, calling it disgusting.

As she studied Ethan’s well-endowed cock and actually felt her mouth water a bit at the prospect, disgust was the furthest concept from her mind. Yummy, exciting, forbidden in a very hot way all crossed her mind—then panic set in. “Um…Ethan?”

“Mm hmm?” he hummed as he dragged his tongue against her slit.

She sucked in a breath and for a moment forgot what she’d meant to say.

He stopped when she failed to reply. “Is something wrong, Rach?”

“I might need a little guidance on this one.”

He rose up onto his elbow and looked at her over the mountain that sadly was her hip. “Are you sure you were married?” he asked.

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