Page 120 of Vivacity
Then he’s coming towards me, looking at my body as though it’s the single most exquisite sight he’s ever seen. He comes right up close and bends so he can take one aching nipple into his mouth as he closes a strong hand around my other breast.
I practically shoot through the ceiling.
Holy fuck, thereliefof having his mouth, his hands, on me after all this time. It’s like nothing else. I must be squirming excessively, because suddenly he’s cuffing my upper arms and pinning me to the wall as he alternates between my boobs with his beautiful mouth and tongue and teeth, sucking and licking and tugging and kissing, and then he’s getting to his knees, peppering my stomach with kisses on the way down as he goes.
He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and looks up at me, a torrent of water pouring over him, bouncing off his broad shoulders, his eyelashes wet and starry and his expression ardent, and I was wrong earlier.
Thisis the most smug I’ve ever felt.
It’s also the most besotted, and needy, and ravenous. I inhale so raggedly as he slides a couple of fingers inside me that I almost choke on my own breath. I sound like I’m in respiratory failure.
‘You are every fantasy I’ve ever had,’ he tells me. ‘And every fantasy I didn’t know to imagine.’ The candour of his swoony words is written all over his gorgeous face. I make some pathetic, whiny noise and, reaching down, grip his head and yank it forward to my pussy.
His gratified chuckle is the last thing I hear before his tongue hits my clit and I lose every last piece of my executive function.
How thehellhave I lived without this for three months?
The best part about it is that Ethan seems as disinterested as I am in eking out this orgasm. The master of all edgers is hell-bent on delivering a flurry of climaxes all round with the efficiency and deadliness of machine gun fire. His new secret weapon:stubble.
‘Rub your beard against my clit,’ I gasp, ‘and fuck me harder with your fingers. I need this hard and fast.’
‘Spoken like my true soulmate,’ he growls against me as he obliges on both fronts, abrading my most sensitive parts with his yummy beard and thrusting his fingers inside me so hard that the wet slaps are audible even over the torrent of water.
‘Fuck. I need you to fuck me so hard after this. I want it rough.’ I pull on his hair, and he makes some strangled noise I think he intends to suggest that he may not actually survive that long. I let my head fall back against the tiles and give myself overto the sheer pleasure of it, the indulgence, the astonishing need my body has for his.
Ethan’s not the only one who needs to worry about not lasting today. A few short minutes of his handiwork and I detonate, screaming out my release as my orgasm engulfs me like wildfire. I’m barely coming off it before he’s scrambling to his feet, lifting my leg again with a hand under my knee, and shoving inside me like a fucking caveman. No finesse, no patience, just brute force.
I loop my arms loosely around his neck. In truth, I have no bodily strength left after that orgasm turned my limbs to jelly, so I hope his dick can impale me effectively enough to keep me upright.
My money’s on his dick.
When he’s fully inside me, we both bark out shocked laughs, because the reality of him filling me up is so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that it wipes out everything else. He’s squatting slightly to line up with me, and I’m on one tiptoe, which feels ill-advised, despite the dick-as-prop situation. It seems he agrees, for he hoists me up with a hand under my other knee and shoves me up harder against the tiled wall. It’s smooth, but it could be a wall of nails for all I care.
If my spine has to be collateral damage while I receive the most satisfying railing of my adult life, it will all have been worthwhile.
‘I’m too heavy—’ I begin, but he presses his forehead to mine.
‘Don’t insult me or yourself.’
No argument here.
‘Better,’ he grunts, kissing me hard and parting my lips with his tongue as he rams up hard inside me.
Mmphis my impassioned agreement.
He breaks away. ‘Sure you want it rough?’
‘Don’t you fucking dare hold back.’ I dig the nails of both hands into his shoulders. I’m a cowgirl, and they’re my spurs, and Ethan Kingsley is my thoroughbred. Time to take him for a ride.
‘Hold on tight, then.’ Like the keeper he is, he keeps his word, fucking me hard and fast up against the wall, his hips pistoning as his dick drags up and down me in the most perfect way. I’m not sure how it can feel like the filthiest and most intimate act on the planet, and all at the same time, but it does. I’m seeing stars and making farmyard noises as he fucks me and fucks me, all the while kissing me with a savage passion.
‘Close,’ I pant into his mouth.
‘Thank fuck. Show me.’
If he’s the thoroughbred, I’m the prancing show pony who’s always ecstatic at the chance to show off. I writhe against him, my greedy pussy chasing every last drop of sensation as I exploit his glorious cock with every bit of shamelessness I possess. The heat is deeper this time, in some primal part of my body, as if every single sex organ I possess is colluding on some grandiose cymbal crash. He fucks me and fucks me, and I moan like a porn star as I thrust into him as best as I can which, honestly, is not very much. Still, desire is a great antidote to muscle fatigue.
‘So good,’ he growls in my mouth. ‘Jesus, I love you. I canfeelyou.’
