But…
Heat rolls through me.
The fingers in my hair shift so he’s cupping the back of my head. “Open your eyes, Matilda.”
I do.
His are right there, staring into mine.
One green iris, one brown, and their focus is entirely on me.
His hair is hanging down over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed.
And his intensity…
Ethan grunts as he thrusts his dick against my entrance.
That heat inside me starts to boil.
It’s been so long since anyone other than me has given me an orgasm.
It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone put their hands on me.
It’s been so long…
And that timer is about to reset to zero.
My breath starts to get choppy. And more than a touch of panic fills my chest as the overwhelming need to release fills me.
My muscles clench, preparing for detonation, trying to stave it off.
Then he slides his hand farther inside my panties, and his fingertips edge toward my core from behind.
“That’s it.” Ethan rocks into me, holding my gaze. “That’s it, Starlight.” The tip of his middle finger brushes my entrance. “Let go.”
My body listens. And I let go of my control.
My eyes slam shut.
My back arches.
My core convulses.
My pussy gushes with pent-up lust.
And I feel Ethan’s fingertips delve deeper. Feel him wedge two of them against my opening. Not pushing inside, but feeling my muscles pulse.
He groans.
He groans, and he pistons his hips.
He ruts over me like a wild animal.
And I keep coming.
My core keeps pulsing.
My hands keep holding on to him.