Page 93 of Naive in Love

“I’m a realtor. That’s how I met Rick. I found several properties for them.”

We continue chatting for just a couple more minutes before the men come back into the room. I notice a complete change in Ethan’s demeanor as he walks toward me. He seems at peace. I hope the talk with his dad helped him. We stay for another drink before saying our goodbyes.

Lying in bed,we can hear Preston and Lena in the bathroom that joins mine and my sister’s room. The shower is running, and the sounds of sexual activity are somewhat disconcerting. I want to give up all my inhibitions, but the self-doubt makes me pause.

Ethan rolls to his side facing me with a sexy smirk. My heart rate picks up, wondering what he’s thinking. His hand lightly grazes my thigh, coming up over my hip and under my shirt. He stops right below my breast, but his fingers continue to rub small patterns. My chest rises and falls while I squeeze my legs together to try and ease the ache beginning to build. He leaves a trail of kisses from my shoulder up to my neck.

I need him.

I turn my head, meeting his mouth with mine. He shudders as I run my hand from his chest down to his abdomen. His hand runs over my breasts with lightly. My body is pulsing for more. He slides his hand down, gripping the bottom of the oversized shirt I’m wearing, and he slides it up. We separate long enough for him to pull it over my head and toss it to the ground.

I roll to my side, and he pulls me against his chest. Our bare skin touching lights another flame within me. His caresses my skin, and his roaming hands send electrical currents all over my body, making every nerve ending oh so sensitive. He kisses his way down my chin to my neck as he continues to palm and squeeze my breast. He rolls me on my back as he begins to lick and kiss his way lower. He takes my pebbled nipple with his teeth, biting it gently, then licking it softly. My hips buck up of their own volition, ready and wanting to feel him.

His hands move with control but are gentle and caring at the same time. I want to watch. I want to run my hands down his strong torso. But I squeeze my eyes shut, lost in all the sensations.

He hooks his fingers in my panties, then asks, “Are you ready?”

I nod yes, and breathless, I say, “Please.”

I begin to wonder how people can speak during sex because I’m having trouble remembering to breathe. He slides my panties down and glides his fingers back up my leg, grazing my sex. My breath hitches in anticipation. He kisses me and pulls back. I open my eyes, which had been shut tightly, to watch a storm brew in his as he holds himself on his forearms.

“Do you want to stop?” he asks softly as he runs his nose along my jaw.

“No. Please don’t stop.”

“I love you,” he says between kisses.

“I love you too,” I answer before he devours me in a hungry kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me, relishing the feeling. His hardness is pressing against me, so I push my hips up, trying to get more friction. I run my hands down his back, sliding my fingers under his boxer-brief waistband. The guttural moan in his throat excites me.

I struggle to slide them down.

“A little help here.”

He gets out of bed, and I lean up to watch him strip out of his boxers. My gaze travels from his handsome face down to his full erection. Wetness gathers between my legs at how hard he is. He pulls a condom out of his bag and places it on the nightstand before slowly kissing his way up my leg again.

He kisses and massages as he climbs higher. I can feel his breath on my warm center. My breathing is heavy and labored, and my heart feels like it is going to thump right out of my chest.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is deep and raspy.

His fingers are on me, and I roll my hips. His tongue strokes my clit, and I push myself up, wanting more.

He lets out a deep chuckle, his breath teasing me further. “Patience.”

“Please. I need you,” I groan, wanting all of him.

“And you’ll have me. I’m just making sure you’re wet and ready,” he growls, and I feel his mouth on me again as a finger slides inside me.

I moan loudly, too absorbed to be embarrassed. My hips roll with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me.”

I can’t get enough. He pulls his finger out, and I instantly miss the feeling until I feel him slide two in. The way he’s moving his fingers, stroking, pumping, is perfection. His tongue licks my nub then he sucks it into his mouth and a feeling so overwhelming builds, I feel like I am free-falling.

I’m finally able to open my eyes, and I see Ethan watching me with a conceited smile.

“You back with me?” I bob my head, unsure of my speaking ability. “Are you still sure you’re ready?”

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