Page 75 of King Foretold
I slowly stand, letting the fabric of my dobok brush against his bare skin. He shivers, clenching his fists. I take one step back, then another, and sweep my eyes over his naked body.
“Beautiful,” I murmur softly. His eyes darken, but he stays silent and still, relinquishing all control to me.
I study every sculpted muscle, every dip and shadow, but my eyes skitter away from his hard length. I focus my gaze on his face and reach for my belt. Oddly, my hands shake more as I work to loosen it. Once the knot is free, I let the belt fall to the ground, and before I lose my nerve, I shrug out of my shirt and let that drop as well.
Ethan struggles to swallow as he follows my every movement, and I grow bolder at the feral light in his eyes. I quickly untie the drawstring of my pants, and taking a deep breath, I push everything down to myankles and kick it away. I doubt I did that last part with any semblance of grace, but his breath stutters as I straighten to my full height.
He takes himself in his hand as his eyes roam over the small globes of my breasts and the dark triangle between my legs. He groans as he pumps his fist once, then twice, and I watch fascinated. This time I don’t look away. I remember how he felt in my hands, hot, hard, and silken. I want to touch him again. I take a step toward him.
“Wait.” Ethan holds up both hands.
I falter, confused and worried. “Am I ... doing something wrong?”
“No. Gods, no. I just need a minute.” He rakes his fingers through his hair. “If I touch you right now—ifyoutouchme—it’ll be fast and hard, but I want to take my time with you. I want to make this good for you.”
“I ... I want it to be good for you too.” My voice is small. “But I might be bad at it.”
“You might be ... what?” Ethan looks so incredulous that some of my anxiety melts away. “That’s not possible.”
“I don’t ...” I clear my throat. “I’ve never done this before.”
I see the change in him right away. He doesn’t look any less ravenous, and his ... Well, he’s stillobviouslyvery aroused. But an aching tenderness steals into his eyes, making something unknot in my chest.
“There’s no chance in hell you can be bad at this.” Ethan closes the distance between us and cups my cheek with one hand, sweeping a strand of hair out of my eyes with the other. “You’ll be fucking spectacular.”
“You don’t know that,” I say with an embarrassed laugh.
“I do know.” He takes my hand and wraps it around his rock-hard erection. “See what you do to me? All you have to do islookat me to undo me. This is already the best sex I’ve ever had, and we’re only getting started.”
I beam at him, relief coursing through me. Relief and ... desire. Gods, I love the feel of him. I tighten my fist around him, and he groans as though he’s in pain. I slide my hand up and down his length.
“Easy.” He grabs my wrist and holds me still. “We’re going to take this nice and easy.”
“That sounds boring.” I tug on my wrist, but he doesn’t let go. So I shrug and wrap my other hand around him.
“Unhand me, woman.” He presses his forehead against mine with a chuckle. But when he leans back, his expression is tender and worshipful. “Let me make you feel good.”
This time, I don’t fight it when he draws my hands away. He rewards me with a toe-curling kiss, then sweeps me off my feet. Then he gently sets me down on top of the robe I flung away this morning, the silk soft and cool against my bare back. He covers my body with his, bearing most of his weight on his forearms.
Then he drops featherlight kisses on my eyelids, across my cheekbones, then finally the corners of my lips. When I try to deepen the kiss, he dips his head and slides down my body, trailing kisses on my neck, my collarbone, then my breasts.
My nipples pebble when his lips draw tantalizingly close to them. When he finally sucks one into his mouth, hard enough for his cheeks to cave, liquid warmth gushes from my core. After showering equal attention on my other breast, he moves lower, planting open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. I squirm, impatient to have him inside me.
“Shhh.” His breath tickles the inside of my thigh. “I want to taste you. Let me?”
When he raises half-hooded eyes to me, I manage a fitful nod. He slips his hands down my legs and wraps his hands around my calves, pushing them up until my knees are bent and my feet are flat on the ground. When he settles his head between my legs, I give in to the temptation and open wide for him. With a dark, delicious laugh, he rewards me with a long sweeping lick from my entrance to my clit. I cry out as my hips shoot off the ground.
“Stay still,” he whispers, pushing me back down. He pulls me open with his thumbs, and I swerve my hips. “Don’t move.”
Then he proceeds to lick me so thoroughly that I feel like an ice cream cone melting in the summer heat. He doesn’t miss a drop, swirling his tongue to savor me. He scrapes his teeth lightly over my clit, and I turn into a quivering mess. But I want to please him, so I hold myself as still as I can. When he sucks me into his mouth, I can’t help but whimper, long and plaintively.
“Ethan, please.” I don’t care if I’m begging because I’m dying a little. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He buries a finger inside me and groans. “You’re soaking wet.”
“All for you. Only for you.” My head thrashes from side to side.
Ethan surges up, and suddenly his lips are on mine, my taste still clinging to his tongue. I bury my hands in his hair and kiss him back like my life depends on it. And maybe it does. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. But he holds himself back, then slides the head of his cock between my slick folds, and I buck against him with a carnal moan. I’m too far gone to be self-conscious.
