Page 28 of Rewind

Your breasts are too small.

Your knees are knobby.

Your belly button sticks out.

Amina crossed her arms over her chest, afraid of what Ethan would think of her, but he pushed them back down.

“Don’t. You are so fucking gorgeous.”

He spanned her neck with his hand and held her against him as he tweaked one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, giving it a pinch. He applied just enough pressure to make it hurt and feel good at the same time.

Lowering his head, he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth.

He tightened his grip around her neck and squeezed each nipple in turn until they were both so sensitive they ached.

“Ethan,” she whispered his name, reveling in his sensual exploration of her body.

“That’s right baby, say my name. I want you to know who’s going to make this pussy weep tonight.”

Ethan eased his hand down the center of her body and slipped the tip of his fingers just inside her panties, gently rubbing the hair nestled between her thighs.

Amina squirmed as his hand went lower, grazing her outer lips.

“Damn, Amina, you’re already wet. Your panties are soaked. And what’s this poking out to greet me?” He rubbed her clit, and rolled it between his fingers.

Her knees gave way and she slumped against him. Ethan released the grip he had around her neck and wrapped it around her waist.

“It’s alright, baby. I got you. Why don’t you step out of these.” He pushed her soaked panties down her thighs and they fell to the floor. His hand instantly returned to her pussy, teasing her entrance, going in just a little only to withdraw.

“Please…” she begged, wanting more.

“Tell, me what you want Amina.” He kissed her shoulder. “Is your pussy hungry? Does it need to be fed?”

She nodded, unable to speak as an intense wave of pure pleasure raced throughout her entire being.

He grazed his lips against her neck. “Say the words. I want to hear them.”

“I-I want you Ethan. I want you to touch me. All over.”

“Oh? Like this?” He slipped two fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Amina moved her hips in time with his fingers as he worked them in and out of her pussy.”

“God damn, Amina,” he whispered in her ear. “Listen to that squishy sound. So wet and sloppy. That’s the sign of some good pussy. This means you’re ready to be fucked.”

“Mmm.” She arched her back and turned her head to meet his lips as his fingers slammed in and out of her.

Ethan’s dirty talk took her by surprise because he always came off so staid and professional in the office. In the bedroom he was someone completely different. Forceful. Dominating. And even a little dangerous.

Amina couldn’t remember a time when she’d been this turned on. Foreplay wasn’t something she was used to. So the way Ethan worked her body was like a maestro and his symphony. And she was his willing instrument.

Her thighs quivered as blood rushed to her head and an incendiary flame scorched her insides. Heat spread throughout every inch of her and she began to shake all over.

“Ohgodohgodogod!” she screamed as a gush of fluid ran down her legs.

Ethan chuckled. “Holy shit, you’re a squirter.”

Shattered by the intensity of her orgasm, Amina collapsed against Ethan. He tightened his grip around her waist with a muscular arm, giving her the support her legs refused to.

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