Page 75 of Blackstone's Heart
"Hmmm. That's it Krista, let me make you feel good."
"Please Ethan."
"Yes. I'm going to make you feel REALLY good."
Krista gasped and her back arched as one of his hands slipped between her legs and finding her clit. The other was busy cupping one of her breasts, plucking at the harden nipple. Ethan's lips found her pulse at her neck, caressing it with his tongue. Krista's hips started moving in time with his hand, rocking against his thumb that was stroking her nub.
"Feel good?" He whispered.
"Yes. So good. More." She panted.
"Like this?" He asked slipping two fingers slowly inside of her.
"Ethan!" She cried.
His mouth fused hotly to hers while his fingers moved in and out of her and his thumb continued its slow torture of her clit. His other arms wrapped around her keeping her pinned to his chest. She was helpless but to take his assault. She was already feeling the build of her climax. It was coming faster and she couldn't stop it, though she tried.
"No Krista. Let it come. I want you to come for me. Don't fight it baby."
"Oh god. Ethan, I want..."
"Come for me Krista. Come now."
She screamed as her release crashed over her like a tidal wave. It was so fast and so fierce that her whole body seized in his arms. Trembling, her short nails digging into the arms that held her in place. All she could do was ride the wave and let him anchor her. It felt like an eternity before she finally came down, her breath labored.
"Mmm, I love watching you come for me Krista."
"That...wow. That was amazing."
Laughing Ethan released her. He reached toward the side and grabbed the soap. Lathering his hands, he began washing her. Slowly and methodically he washed her gorgeous body before going to work on her magnificent hair. He loved her hair. How it sometimes looked almost golden in the sunlight, the softness when it brushed against his skin.
He especially loved when Krista would use her hair to tease him when they made love. Once she was thoroughly washed and rinsed, he quickly took care of himself. He pulled the plug, stood and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and helped her stand. Bundling her in the fluffy cotton, he slowly dried her. He handed her another towel for her hair before drying himself.
With the towel wrapped around his waist he once more picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Sitting her on the edge of his bed, he went to the dresser and grabbed her brush. Krista merely lifted a brow when he signaled for her to turn around so she was facing the headboard.
"Are you going to brush my hair?" She asked, holding in a giggle.
"You're damned right I am. I love your hair Krista."
"Wow, you really are in a mood tonight. I don't think I've ever seen this side of you before." She said.
"That a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked as he began combing through her dark golden locks.
"I don't know yet. I will admit it's nice being pampered by you." She replied with a smile.
"That's what I want. To pamper you. To love you." He stated.
***
For nearly fifteen minutes, Ethan sitting behind Krista, brushing her long hair till Krista was sure it had to be shining. Never had she felt so loved and cherished by a man. It was an eye opener that's for sure. Before Ethan had come back into her life, Krista's experience with men had been lukewarm at best. There were a few in college who tried to baby her. Yeah, they didn't last long.
She was never one of those female who wanted to be pampered all the time or put on a pedestal. If men weren't trying to do that, they were trying to change her. Those men were kicked out on their ass. Only Ethan had accepted her just as she was. Edges and all. Just as she accepted him. Just as she felt him get off the bed, she let out a huge yawn.
"Time for bed I think." He laughed.
"But what about you?" She asked, turning and facing him.
"Me?"
