Page 35 of Unfolding Ethan

I was hungry and thirsty. But that could wait. This was abouther.

I hovered above her and cupped her cheek. “You are breathtaking,” I whispered, mesmerized.

If it was possible, her cheeks flushed more. “Thank you—mfgh!”

My lips crashed on hers, cradling her head in my hand. I gave her one last soft kiss and pulled away before she could take it further. Leaning down, I kissed her navel and said, “You smell so fucking good, Kiara.”

My voice had turned deep and sounded huskier than normal. I pulled away and raked my eyes over her body, watching the increasing pulse on her slender neck.

“Fuck yourself,” I said.

“What?”

I brushed my fingers over the soft skin on her leg and said, “It will be your first orgasm, Kiara. I want you to fuck yourself while I watch.”

I could see the hesitation in her eyes. “Ethan, I-I can’t . . . you don’t under—”

“Yes, you can, Bella.” I kissed her knee and whispered, “Touch yourself.”

Pulling away from the bed, I stood up, her dark brown eyes following me as I dragged my desk chair in front of the bed. I sat down, licking my lips and watching her sprawled naked on my bed, her legs spread.

Her eyes blazed. “Are you kidding me, Ethan?”

“No. Touch yourself, Kiara.”

She grumbled something under her breath and my lips twitched at how adorable she looked. She laid down pillows under her head and closed her eyes, her throat bobbing when she swallowed nervously.

I clenched my jaw and said, “No, open your eyes. Look at me while you fuck yourself.”

Her eyes snapped open and under the soft glow of lights, her eyes were pools of dark obsidian as they stared back at me.

To give her a show, I unzipped my pants and slid my hand in my boxers. Her eyes widened with excitement and she licked her lips, looking between me and the movement of my hand. She trailed down her hand to her core and dipped her middle finger inside her, hissing with pleasure and moving it in and out. I groaned and squeezed myself, slowly increasing my movement when we both noticed the pre-cum on my gray boxers.

“Two fingers.”

She clenched her jaw and added another finger. A gasp left her lips as she pumped her nimble fingers in and out of herself, the scent of our arousal seeping in the air and making both of us heady with lust and desire. Soon her gasps turned into breathy moans of pleasure and her hips started moving in rhythm with her hand.

Watching a woman fuck herself while gazing at you with her lust-filled eyes was one of the best sights in the world.My dick was impossibly hard in my hand, my breathing ragged watching Kiara pleasure herself, her other hand clenching the sheets.

“Pinch your nipples for me, Kiara,” I said, my voice breathy and deep.

With clouded eyes, I watched her fingers brush over her sensitive nipples, her back arching when she pinched the pebbled nub between her thumb and index finger, twisting it, a shudder passing through her whole body.

I gave myself a small jerk and squeezed my eyes closed to control myself. Opening them, I exhaled a sharp breath looking at the naked beauty on my bed. Her silky brown hair splayed on my pillows, flushed face with swollen lips, thin sheen of sweat glinting on her body, her neck covered in small hickeys just below her mole, her breasts heaving and nipples pert and hard and hips bucking with pleasure as she fucked herself with her fingers while watching me lose control.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I removed my hand from the boxers, cleaning it with tissue, and crawled over her. “Rub your clit for me, Bella,” I whispered and tucked her strand of hair back. My hand trailed over her waist and lightly brushed the tips of her breasts, loving how responsive she was.

Her eyes widened when her thumb pressed over her pleasure nub, “Oh . . .fuck. Oh, Ethan!” her body writhed under me and a string of gasps and moans elicited from her.

“Mhmm,” I hummed. “Faster, Bella.”

She did, her eyes shutting, her back arching and hips bucking. I saw how she flicked and rubbed the little bundle of nerves. I could imagine how much I would enjoy deriving pleasure from her with my hands again and again with my name on her sweet lips.

“I . . . I can’t hold it. Oh, God.” Kiara let out a small whimper, her juices coating her fingers and making wet sounds when she increased her pace.

Biting her ear, I said, “Come on, Kiara. I want to see you climax.”

She did and I saw one of the most erotic sights ever.

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