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Looking into his eyes, seeing the impatience and need simmering, I hold myself still just above him. His shaft is glistening with moisture, moving upward slightly of its own accord. Ethan’s jaw tightens, and his pupils dilate so that his eyes are almost completely black.

I lean my head close to his ear and ask, “Are you ready?”

His voice is rough as he answers me. “I think that goes without saying.”

“Good,” I say, and lower myself down, not stopping until I’m filled entirely. From this angle, he seems larger; my inner walls feeling incredibly stretched and sensitive. I pause for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of Ethan’s shaft pressing against me.

Unable to keep still for long, I move again, sliding up and down, wetness building and intensifying the pleasure. I tilt my body back slightly, bracing myself with my arms behind me. Better balanced, I’m able to ride Ethan faster and harder.

Ethan watches me, eyes moving between my face and the joining of our bodies. Aside from his hips, no other part of his body moves. He’s wholly submitted to my desires, my pace, my movements. And if his expression is any sign, he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

As I keep up my rhythmic motions, it feels as if Ethan grows even larger inside of me. I’m not sure how it’s possible, but it feels fantastic. The friction and pressure between us intensifies, and a fluttering sensation builds in my core. I lean forward again, grabbing onto Ethan’s head and slamming my lips onto his. My clit rubs against his groin and pushes me closer to the edge.

“Oh…” I groan into his mouth, impending orgasm sending my body into overdrive. All my muscles tighten, even my toes curling in anticipation. Moving even faster, my motions become desperate, and a small whimper of need escapes. Every drag of Ethan’s shaft against my inner walls drives me closer to the edge. Panting, gasping, I keep surging forward, aching for release.

It hits me like a runaway train and a jet all at once. My eyesight dims and a rushing sound fills my head. Every nerve stands at attention while my body contracts in a breathtaking climax. My inner walls contract and flutter, sending shockwaves of pleasure and ecstasy.

Just as I explode, Ethan follows, hard pulses vibrating within me. He cries out in exaltation, and finally moves, framing my face with his hands and capturing my mouth with a hungry kiss.

As the last ripples of pleasure subside, I let myself fall against Ethan’s chest. His arms come around me, holding me close, and I feel our hearts pounding in rhythm with each other. Every muscle in my body is relaxed, and I’m at ease for the first time in almost a week. The release of all the anxiety and fear leaves me feeling light, elated, practically euphoric.At last, I can breathe again.

“Are you alright?” Ethan brushes his mouth to the top of my head, pressing light kisses into my hair.

“I feel… better than alright. That was amazing.” I sigh contentedly into his firm chest. I think about rousing myself from Ethan’s embrace, but it’s so comfortable, so warm here. All the exhaustion from sleep-interrupted nights is catching up on me, and my eyelids drift shut. “Maybe… after a little nap…”

The last thing I hear before falling asleep is Ethan’s voice, low and soothing. “Sleep, baby, I’ll be right here with you. I won’t let you go.”

Excited and Scared

ETHAN

It’s mid-afternoon and Norah is still fast asleep.

She’s been sleeping for almost four hours with no nightmares, and I’m so relieved to see her getting some uninterrupted rest.I’ve seen how exhausted she’s been, the way the stress has been dragging at her, draining her energy. She needs a lot more naps like this, and I’m ready to do whatever I can do to help.Especiallyif it involves us having sex.

When I woke up this morning, I definitely wasn’t expecting that. With Norah being so fragile, I figured it would be much longer before she even thought about being intimate. When she brought it up, I was surprised but hopeful. And despite my worries about how she’d handle it, everything was great.Fantastic. It was so sexy to see Norah taking command and telling me what she wanted. It’s something I’d like to do more of, and I think she feels the same way.

Norah shifts under the covers, turning on her side. Long waves of chestnut mixed with gold trail across the pillow, glinting in the afternoon sun. Her skin looks luminous, the light porcelain contrasting with the flush of her lips. A wave of love sweeps through me, so intense it makes my heart twist.I love her so much.

I get up from where I’ve been sitting, keeping watch, and move to the edge of the bed. With the gentlest of touches, I trace my fingers along her delicate cheek, allowing myself the reassurance that she’shere.Safe.With me.

Trailing my fingers across her velvety skin, they move to the silken strands of her hair. Norah smiles in her sleep and lets out a soft sigh of contentment. My heart squeezes again.I can’t believe I almost lost her.

I sit beside Norah for a while, running my fingers through her hair and watching the subtle movements of her expression while she sleeps. A slight purse of the lips, a little wrinkle of her nose, but no sign of distress. Gradually she wakes, her lashes fluttering in tiny increments.

Norah blinks a few times before fully waking, and I’m glad to see that there’s no evidence of fear in her expression. In previous days, she’d wake up in a panic, nightmares following her into wakefulness. But this time, Norah looks relaxed and rested. I cup her cheek, and she presses into the small contact, lips curving into a smile.

“Did you have a good sleep?”

She stifles a small yawn before answering. “I did. No nightmares that I can remember. How long have I been asleep?”

“About four hours,” I say with a grin. “You were snoring and everything.”

“I was not!” Norah crinkles her nose and humphs at me. “I don’t snore.”

“If you say so…”She doesn’t. But it’s a relief that she’s responding to my teasing after days of solemnity. I make a little snoring noise, pretending to imitate her. Norah laughs, sits up, and tries to swat at me. The sound of her laughter loosens the band of worry wrapped around my chest. It’s one more little sign that she’s making her way out of the dark.

Norah leans against me and tucks her head against my shoulder. I wrap an arm around her, rubbing my hand against her upper arm. She tilts her face towards mine and asks, “Did I miss anything while I was sleeping?”

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