Page 81 of Taking Care of You
“I love you so much,” Ethan whispers when he breaks the kiss.
“I love you too.”
I feel like I have my other half in my arms. The person that’s supposed to walk this life with me, side by side.
Carefully, Ethan lays me down on the bed, staring at me with his beautiful, soulful eyes. He runs a hand over my cheek and I turn my lips to his palm, kissing him there softly.
He grabs the lube and adds a generous amount to his fingers. “Tell me if I’m doing something wrong, please?”
I nod and spread my legs farther apart, putting my feet flat on the bed. Ethan sits back on his heels and looks at my entrance, staring at me like he’s entranced.
Slowly, he moves his hand over my tight hole and I moan softly at the feeling of him touching me there. He slides a long, thick finger into me up to the second knuckle and I groan. I'm not entirely used to this feeling yet, but it still feels good.
Pumping into me, Ethan leans over me and places open-mouthed kisses on my neck. The sounds that escape my lipssurprise even me. He makes me feel so good. Better than I thought sex would ever feel.
When he puts in the second finger, I grip his arms and suck in a breath. He looks at me and stills his fingers. “Pain?”
I shake my head. “No, keep going.” He moves his fingers around, spreading them apart to stretch me.
Ethan kisses down my body, his fingers still moving in and out of me. He swirls his tongue around my belly button, making me giggle a little, but it quickly turns into a moan when he draws the head of my cock into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Ethan!” I groan, my body shuddering when he starts to suck on me. His fingers in me along with my dick in his mouth feel better than any words I can think of. I look down at him, blown away by how gorgeous he looks with my cock between his lips. “Ethan…you can’t…I’ll come…please.”
He pops off me, still moving his fingers, then lunges back up to my mouth. His sloppy kiss shows his lack of control.
I pull my lips away and tell him, “I’m ready. But…”
His fingers still and he gently slides them out of me. “But what?”
“Can I…can I….” I take a deep breath and steel myself. “Can I get on top?”
I love the smile that stretches his face. “Yeah. You can do whatever you want to me, creep.”
Rolling over, he lays on his back and picks up the condom, rolling it down and adding lube. Then he pulls me over him and brings me down for a kiss.
“You sure?” he asks softly. “I don’t mind taking control if you’re not ready.”
“I’m sure.”
I sit up and hover over his cock. Ethan grabs it and holds himself steady against my hole. I swallow roughly, feeling like he’s thicker now than he was the first time.
Taking a deep breath, I sink onto his length.
Jesus fucking Christ, it hurts. A whimper of pain leaves my lips before I can stop it and Ethan stops me. “Creep?”
“Don’t worry,” I force out. “I’m okay. Just…give me a minute.” He nods and I take a few deep breaths, trying to get myself together.
When the pain fades some, I try again. I take him in little by little, bearing down and relaxing myself, even though my body is screaming for me to tense and stop.
When he’s fully inside me, we both let out groans. Ethan’s eyes are shut tight and his hands are doing this spasm thing, gripping and releasing my hips.
Leaning forward, I put my hands on either side of his head. Then I move. I circle my hips as I raise myself, then lower myself slowly. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. This feels…phenomenal. Better than I thought with how much it hurt when we started.
Ethan moans loudly, his eyes glued to mine. “Shit, baby. Do that again.”
Snickering on a moan of my own, I tell him, “I plan to.”
Swiveling my hips, I move up and down on his cock, feeling it drag against my walls, brushing against my prostate. My movements are slow and deliberate, getting used to this new position.
