Page 42 of Cozy Girl Fall
Humming happily, knowing the vibration of her throat would drive him wild, she spread her legs a little wider so she could rub herself against his thigh as her hands worked Ethan’s base.
“Fuck, Penny. You’re so wet. You love this, don’t you? Torturing me?” He moaned and she rocked her own hips in time with his thrusting into her mouth. “Oh God, yes, ride me, Penny. Penny, I’m close. Penny.Penny.”Ethan’s voice turned hoarse as he called for her as he came, making her grind against him faster as she swallowed.
Her mouth lifted away and she smiled at him, pleased with herself even as she rocked against his leg, and the look on her face made him flush.
“I need to be inside you. Now.”
She nodded and he reached clumsily for the oak nightstand next to the bed, throwing the drawer open so haphazardly he nearly pulled the whole thing out as he found a condom.
His hands came up behind her, squeezing her ass as he lifted her from his leg and positioned her instead over his cock. Brown eyes caught on the wetness she left behind on his thigh and he swallowed hard. “Get over here now, Penny. Otherwise I might combust.”
She laughed and lowered herself, balancing with her hands on his corded shoulders as she sank down ontohim, making them both groan. There would be time to go slow later, right now she just needed him, to feel him inside her.
Ethan clearly agreed, wasting no time in thrusting all the way, the sounds of their bodies meeting filling the room as she moaned his name and rode him harder than she had his thigh.
She was lost in him, in the depths he somehow reached as he held her to him like she was something precious. Her arms wrapped around his neck, twining in his hair as he drove deeper into her, his hands pressing her to his chest.
They moved as one, her body pressed flat against his as his mouth claimed her, taking her moans for his own as they moved faster, harder, the walls shaking with their pleasure as they tumbled off the edge clutching each other close.
Finally sated, she laid against Ethan’s chest and let herself catch her breath. It was like ten years of hunger she hadn’t known was there had suddenly been satisfied and now she was at peace. Maybe she could have fooled herself before, but she wasn’t sure she could say the same now—regardless of anything else, she couldn’t let Ethan go again.
“So,” she said a few minutes later as he lazily stroked up and down her spine. “How about that shower?”
“I can’t believe you’ve been hogging this gloriousness to yourself this whole time,” Penny complained as shestepped out of Ethan’s en-suite with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hair.
His shower, a walk-in, with a rainfall head and water pressure that somehow worked all of the knots from her muscles after just five minutes, was beyond luxurious.
Ethan was lounging on the bed, scrolling on his phone with the sheets draped lazily over his waist and she paused for a moment to savor the image.
“Penny, you’ve got a bit of—” Ethan tapped his chin and she snapped her mouth closed and narrowed her eyes as he laughed. “No, no. By all means, get a good look.”
“I think I will,” she retorted, marching over and whipping off the sheets so his entire body was revealed. “I played myself,” she said hoarsely, running her eyes over him at a leisurely pace while he smirked. She brushed a hand over his torso, tracing the lines of the tattoo that wound around his side in a complicated knot. “Does it mean something?”
“Nah.” He took hold of her hand and pressed a kiss to each of her fingers before he sat up and crossed the room to rummage in the drawers that sat against the wall opposite the bed. “I just thought it looked cool. Here.” He held out a bundle of clothes and she couldn’t resist raising them to her face and inhaling, the smell of him invading her senses until she felt almost drunk.
“Thank you.”
“You’re supposed to wear them, not sniff them,” he said, laughter in his voice. “Or you can go naked, I’m fine with that option too.”
She pulled off the towel on her head and threw it at Ethan while she slipped on his t-shirt. She’d borrowed some of the roll-on deodorant he’d had in the bathroom and kept getting wafts of the masculine smell every time she moved her arms, though the fabric of the shirt helped somewhat.
Not bothering with the pajama bottoms he’d offered her, she ran her fingers through her hair and winced at the knots.
“Here.” Ethan sat on the bed behind her and gently pulled her down in front of him. She heard his bedside drawer open and close and then a gentle tugging sensation started as he worked a comb over her hair, untangling the knots with care.
“Thank you,” she murmured, voice a little thick with emotion in the face of his tenderness. “I’m sorry we had to leave early.”
“I’m not,” he said and she laughed breathlessly. “I want to ask you something.” He chuckled, feeling the way she tensed beneath his hands. “It’s nothing bad or scary. I think.”
“OK …”
“Tonight has been incredible. But I need to tell you, I don’t do casual sex.”
“All right.”
One hand on her shoulder encouraged her to turnand face him and there was a vulnerability to his expression that made her breathing speed up.
“I don’t want anyone else,” he continued and she reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I just want you.”
