Page 27 of Rewind

He bit down on her shoulder with a growl. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to be responsible for what I do next.”

Emboldened with a newfound sense of freedom, Amina grinded her ass against his steadily growing erection.

“Oh, you want me to lose control, don’t you?”

She ran a finger down the center of his chest. “What do you think?”

“I think you want me to fuck the shit out you.”

Never in her wildest imagining did she ever think she’d hear the even-tempered Dr. Ethan Han to speak to her like this but it excited Amina and she wanted more of it.

“What if I do?”

“Then keep shaking that ass and you’ll find out soon enough.”

Amina repositioned herself until she straddled his lap and they were face to face. She hiked up her dress and placed her hands on his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes as she gyrated her body against his hardness, moving her hips in circular motions.

Ethan tilted his head back. “Fuck, where did you learn to do that?”

She bit her bottom lip and smiled. “It’s a secret.”

The truth was, she’d never done anything like this in her life but her grandmother always told her that she had a natural rhythm when they’d dance around the house to old jazz albums.

Remembering the beat of the drums, she moved to the memory of the music. It felt as if her body had a mind of its own as she swiveled her hips against him. Each time she rubbed her crotch over his dick, her core grew more heated.

A moan escaped her lips, and she buried her face against his neck.

If someone would have told her when she met Ethan that one day she’d be dry humping him as if her life depended on it, she would have laughed in their face. Yet here she was, doing exactly that and it felt amazing. Nothing else mattered in this moment than how incredible it felt to be in his arms.

“Fuck….Amina.” Ethan groaned, gripping her hips and moving along to the rhythm she created.

With each twist of her hips, the cotton material of her panties rubbed against her clit creating the most delicious friction. She was certain if she kept going, she’d cum right on his lap.

But apparently Ethan had other ideas.

“You’re driving me crazy, woman.” Ethan rolled Amina onto her back and untangled himself from her.

Amina whimpered in need, already missing the heat of his body. Ethan stood up, pulling her along with him, and grabbed a handful of her ass in each of his palms.

Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the floor.

“Bedroom. Now.” He huffed urgently.

The sentence wasn’t complete but the command was clear. If she had a moment of clarity, Amina may have thought things were progressing way too quickly but her body was in full command over her mind and she wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of this beautiful man, deep inside her.

The intensity of her want, frightened Amina but it was a need that couldn’t be denied.

“Upstairs, second door on the right,” she answered breathlessly.

She buried her face against his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne that clung to his skin like an aphrodisiac. Amina wanted to consume all of him.

He took the stairs two at a time, rushing to get to his destination as if he couldn’t wait to have her.

As soon as they entered her bedroom, Ethan wasted no time. Placing Amina on her feet, he forcefully, twisted her around until her back was flush with his chest. He undid the fastenings on the back of her bodice with the expert precision of the surgeon he was.

He pushed the dress down her body until it pooled at her feet. Since it had a built-in bra, she was left in only a pair of white panties. She was fully aware that she didn’t have the curvy body of an internet model with the big boobs and ass and a ridiculously tiny waist. Candace had that in spades and Amina had always been compared to her in school and well into adulthood. Her old insecurities crept up on her and she could hear Mark’s criticism of her body in her head.

You’re too scrawny.

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