Page 168 of Wicked Fantasies

“You haven’t had your morning caffeine hit yet,” he teased.

“Don’t need it with you around. I feel amazingly energized.”

“Lucky me,” he said, mimicking her words.

“Lucky you. Now fuck me, Ethan.”

He grinned evilly and she moaned. “Not so fast, Doc.”

“Oh God, Ethan. I really don’t think I can wait.”

“Tough.” He bent down to take one of her tightly budded nipples in his mouth, toying with the sensitive skin until she was squirming beneath him. She gripped his hair in her hands, torn between forcing the “fucking” issue and keeping his lips on her breast. Once he’d sensually tormented the first one to his satisfaction, he moved to the other breast, giving it the same heated attention. He sucked hard, sending a lightning bolt of need straight to her pussy. Her back arched against the bed and she whispered desperate pleas for relief, but his sole focus remained on her breasts, specifically her nipples, and she wondered if anyone had ever treated them with such adoration, such unrestrained need.

Soon his lips left her breasts and wandered down her stomach. She giggled when he thrust his tongue into her bellybutton playfully. Her laughter died in a hiss when his mouth landed on her clit, his tongue pressing forcefully. She fought back the climbing climax, not wanting to succumb so quickly. She was in heaven and ready to unpack her bags for a nice, long stay.

“More,” she whispered breathlessly. Ethan answered her plea with actions rather than words, moving even farther down to plunge his talented tongue inside her pussy.

“I love the way you taste too,” he said, looking up at her with a cocky grin that said he knew just how much he was turning her on. His tongue thrust inside her and again, she tamped down the need to give way to her orgasm.

After several moments, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, two of his long, thick digits stroking her higher and higher until she had no choice but to dive into the whirlpool of sensation.

“Holy shit,” she cried out as he positioned himself above her once more, driving his cock into her as she was in the midst of her climax. His quick, hard thrust threw her into another orgasm, but he showed no mercy as he continued to move in and out, visiting that lovely G-spot he’d introduced her to last night.

“Indrani,” he demanded on one retreat, gripping her legs and pulling them up until her knees were pressed along her sides. The position left her more gloriously vulnerable to his cock as he powered into her.

“Ethan,” she cried as another climax began to emerge. He must have sensed her imminent eruption because he stopped moving.

“Wait for me, Rachel,” he demanded.

“I’m not sure I can,” she confessed and he grinned, kissing her lightly on the nose.

“Wait for me or I’ll get out the handcuffs and keep you on the verge of an orgasm for the rest of the day.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Hell yeah I would and I’d have fun doing it.”

“I’ll wait for you,” she reassured him quickly.

Ethan kissed her deeply, returning to her body with a slow, tantalizing glide. “Don’t worry, Doc. I’m pretty much a man on the edge as it is. This won’t take too much longer.”

She laughed lightly at his confession. “Then I suppose we should try the Lotus.”

Careful to keep his cock buried deep within her, he pushed his upper body away from her chest as she moved her legs inward, crossing them in front of her lotus style.

Both of them groaned as the position forced him in just a tiny bit farther.

“Hold on,” he said as he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained. He returned with a quick, hard thrust that left her gasping for air. Over and over, he moved until she was screaming his name.

“Now,” he said, and she plummeted headlong into her climax, the sensations in her body struggling for supremacy, racking her body with more pleasure than she’d ever known.

“Damn that was good,” Ethan said, helping her as she attempted to untangle her limbs, her legs feeling like wet noodles in the aftermath of her orgasm. “Honest to God, Rachel, I thought my balls were going to implode for a second. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” He glanced down at his lower body while removing the used condom and Rachel laughed at the image he presented.

“Is it all still there?” she teased.

He grinned ruefully. “Doesn’t hurt to take inventory every now and again. You seriously knocked my cock off.”

She shook her head, pleased by his comment. “You sweet-talking fool.”

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