Page 50 of Big Balls
I let out a breath that I have been holding. “Okay, then. Please show me your bedroom. That sounds like a great idea that is definitely not a mistake in any way.”
But because it’s Ethan, the best dad in the world, we sneak upstairs first and find her asleep in a tousled heap on her bed, little shaky breaths mussing up her bangs.
I have to let go of him then and move out into the hall while he arranges her to fit under the covers, murmuring something that he hopes will soothe his sleeping daughter. Because I can’t watch the tenderness there and not get hurt by it.
This is a one time thing, and I am unwilling to give this man enough control over my feelings that I end up hurt all over again.
Ethan Alexander takes my hand again and leads me back down the stairs, through some pillared hallways, and into his massive bedroom. And ordinarily, I’d look around, but we’re kissing again and that’s taking up all of my energy.
He takes his time removing my clothing, kissing each and every inch of skin that becomes available when he slides my sleeves down, baring my shoulder. Then my collarbone. Then my breast.
He kisses my nipple as if it is any other part of me, but I make a hungry sound when he does it, and I feel his lips curve into a smile.
I can’t believe I get to have another night with Ethan Alexander. As long as I get to be the one doing the leaving this time, it’s going to be fine.
Then somehow my clothes are off in a small puddle on the floor, and he’s on his knees, removing my panties as slowly as any human being has ever moved.
He’s kissing as he slides the satiny fabric down the muscles of my legs, but it’s an entire series of these light, teasing kisses instead of what I really want.
I finally make a noise of frustration, and from where he is on his knees, he gives me the most wicked smile.
“Ethan,” I say, pulling him up by wrapping my hand around his face. “We don’t have very much time.”
I flinch at the unfortunate truth of the words, but he doesn’t react at all. Probably because it doesn’t matter to him. Isn’t that what he said last time? That he couldn’t take this thing between us seriously at all? That there was no way it could last?
I know that I’m probably setting myself up for yet more disappointment, more heartache when I leave on an airplane and possibly never come back.
He leisurely kisses a line along the backs of my knees. “This is about what you want, Zoe. Can you use your words and tell me what you’d like? Because I want to give it to you.”
His words make my pulse race, because I definitely want Ethan Alexander to give it to me. I let my hands trail across his hair, from where he kneels in front of me. I can’t bring myself to look at him, let alone speak.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I begin, and he leans in and kisses me at the apex of my thighs. I forget how words work momentarily, and my body shudders at the tenderness and the thoroughness in the way he kisses me.
Not on my mouth. Ethan Alexander is kissing me exactly where I ache for his kiss, and I can’t think any more about it. I simply grip him closer and grind down on him.
He grabs my thighs, forcing them apart. I stumble, and try to stand back up. His hands tighten on my legs and he stops the movement of my body against his tongue, making me cry out.
“That’s not it, Zoe. I’m not letting you go yet. Not until I’ve made you remember me.”
At the heated promise in his voice, I groan and sink down onto his face, grinding and rubbing myself all over his voracious tongue.
His hands pull me even further down onto his mouth, until he is stroking deep inside me with his tongue.
“I’m going to come. Do you want me to come in your mouth?” I’m shocked by the words that are spilling from my lips, but everything in this bedroom has gone from zero to seventy as quickly as possible.
He makes a noise of clear male satisfaction, then slides his hands up to grip my ass, pulling me against him with all the strength of his finely honed athletic body.
I shudder as I come hard on his tongue, and he keeps making those low, rough moaning sounds while the orgasm stretches on and on. He doesn’t release me, but keeps stroking me with his mouth in a shockingly intimate way. He doesn’t slow down and he doesn’t let go, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I briefly fear I am going to collapse, that somehow I will land wrong and break him with whatever my body decides to do.
But I’m trapped on top of him, and he’s still focusing all of his attention on my pussy. I reach down and stroke my clit in furious little circles, and he makes a sound as if he is in terrible pain.
I stare down at him, and he meets my eyes. He removes his mouth from me just long enough to give me an order. “That’s a good girl. Please touch yourself, baby. You’re going to come in my mouth again, aren’t you?”
He releases my thigh just long enough to hook two fingers inside me, stroking something inside me that makes me release a deep, animalistic moan.
It’s almost like a continuation of one long orgasm, relentless as he is with his hands. My pleasure spreads out in wave after wave, and he strokes me with his fingers. Then he pulls his fingers out of my body, leading to me making a nervous little whine of distress.
