Page 34 of Unfolding Ethan

Removing the T-shirt in one swift motion, I threw it in the laundry basket and wanted to puff my chest when her eyes hungrily raked over my torso.But thankfully, I didn’t.

“Happy?”

“More than happy.”

Her lips pressed against mine and everything faded into a blur except her.Us. Kiara Sharma was kissing me in my room. My breathing became heavier when she explored my body, a teasing glint in her eyes as she pushed me down on the bed. I licked my lips and admired the curves of her lithe body when she straddled me, blood rushing to my lower regions.

Our labored breaths surrounded us when I held her waist, her lips kissing their way down my neck, my body shivering with the way her hands touched me. Her hair tickled my chest when she slid down, a groan slipping past my lips when I felt her tongue licking my abs, her fingers fumbling with the belt.

If this was heaven, then I would die happily. But the things running in my head were filthy and dirty, so I was sure I would go to hell. Not before pleasuring her.

I held her hair, making her look at me, and leaned to kiss her but her palm stopped me, “Down, Ethan.”

I sighed and gazed at her, her hair feathering my skin. I decided to let her have her way with me. Because I knew I’d take my sweet time exploring every inch of her bare body. She took her time exploring me with gentle touches that I didn’t want to stop her. I was one lucky guy.

Helping her remove the belt of my jeans, her lips gave equal attention to my abs and gave butterfly kissed all over my stomach as jolts of pleasure slithered through my body. All I wanted to do was roll us over and tease her like she was teasing me.

I leaned up on my elbows when Kiara lowered herself down on the bed, kneeling between my legs and the pad of her fingers brushing over the peeking waistband of my gray boxers.Okay, that was it. If she didn’t stop, I would come in my pants like a fucking pre-teen.

Holding her body, I laid her down on the bed and hovered above her, not giving her a chance to argue by capturing her lips. I made sure she was comfortable on the bed and supported my weight on my hands as my lips kissed their way to the swell of her breasts. She smelled exotic. Like coconut and black vanilla with a hint of something feminine; sultry and enchanting. I was sure that if she didn’t stop me, I would never wish to stop. I wanted to touch her everywhere and pleasure her until earth turned to sand.

I bit down on the soft skin and she let out a gasp of surprise, her chest arching toward me. Her pert nipples poked through the lace, begging for my attention. Smirking, I leaned down and blew hot air directly on the covered nipple. Kiara shivered and I kissed the hard nub through the lace, biting it slowly and having the time of my life when she let out a small whimper of pleasure, her fingers digging into my skull.

Fuck. The sounds escaping her hot mouth were enough to make a sane man fall on his knees and worship her.

I pulled away to stare at her swollen pink lips, rosy cheeks, mused hair, and dark hooded eyes as they gazed at me with the same intensity. The air around us was sizzling with desire and the promise of a hot night. I brushed my thumb on the swell of her breast where a hickey was forming and she bit her lip, her eyes wide and legs open for me to settle in.

Kiara helped me unclasp her bralette and threw it somewhere on the floor. I was too busy staring at her round, perky breasts and dusky hard nipples.

“Beautiful,” I said, weighing them in my hands.

They fit perfectly, not too big and not too small. I looked at her face, her bottom lip wedged inside her mouth, holding back a moan. Leaning closer, I bit her lip and kissed her while my hands kneaded the soft skin of her breasts. Kiara released a soft groan when I dipped down and latched my hot mouth on her pebbled nipple.

Her hips arched up to meet mine, brushing against my hard-on, and I grunted, the feeling of her hips on mine was too much. I listened to her soft mewls, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging at them when I swirled the tip of my tongue around the areola of her nipple, biting it, licking it, and kissing it. My other hand massaged, squeezed, and pinched her other breast, her body shivering when I gave her nipple a soft tug. I repeated my actions on the other breast, getting drunk on the sounds of whimpers and moans eliciting from her lips.

I groaned her name when her hips started moving against mine, rubbing herself on me even though she was still wearing her jeans and grinding my boner in a desperate need. If she kept at it then I was sure I would come in my pants. I kissed the sensitive skin of her breasts and moved down to lick her toned stomach, kissing the soft part of her belly and making her release a husky laugh.

Our eyes met when I trailed my hand inside her jeans, and she took a sharp breath. I raised a brow, “No underwear?”

Kiara replied with a soft whisper, “No.”

God, this woman is going to be the death of me, I’m sure of it.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when her dark eyes danced across my frame. She wanted more. And I was ready to give her.

But first, her jeans had to go.

I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them as time slowed down, our breathing surrounding us, our eyes trained on the zipper of her jeans. We both sensed that if we didn’t stop right now, there would be no going back. We’d be more than just best friends.

“Are you sure?” I asked, waiting for her reply as she leaned up on her elbows, her hair tumbling down her back and brushing her soft golden skin. The sight of her golden bare skin on my bed still knocked the breath out of me. I was sure I would never tire from watching her.

Her chest was heaving up and down and I noticed there was a pink hue flushed over her breasts because of the small bites and hickeys I had left on them for her surprise. She was definitely going to kill me when she saw them. I waited for her reply when she could still stop this even though it meant ending Friday night with a cold shower.

Kiara’s eyes flickered from my hands on her hips to my face and she nodded. “Yes, Ethan. I am sure.”

Hooking my fingers in her belt loops, I removed her jeans, my eyes never leaving her face. My fingers brushed her legs when I removed them from her ankles and threw them somewhere on the floor.

I lowered my eyes from her soft breasts to her narrow waist and between her legs. Kiara let out a small moan when I drank in the sight of her shaved, flushed pussy, glistening with slick wetness. The air around us turned thick with the feminine scent of her arousal, making me light-headed and drowsy.

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