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Ethan pulls his head back in surprise. “Really? Well, I guess that takes care of one asshole.”
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I whimper and tremble at the same time Ethan hisses and shudders, as he slides into me from behind. We’re on our sides, with one of his arms under my head and the other holding myleg. He tilts his hips and thrusts the last inch into me, and I cry out. “Ahh!”
“Mmmm … I know, baby,” he groans in my ear before trailing kisses down my neck.
I curl my fists into the sheets in front of me as Ethan pulls his hips back and slides halfway out, then slams back in and hits that spot so deep that my belly tightens and my eyes squeeze shut.
“Shit, Ari. This feels so good.” He starts moving quicker, draping my leg over his and trailing a hand over my hip to land on my lower belly where he presses gently. A strangled breath leaves his mouth, fanning across the side of my face.
“Oh, God!” he pants with a shaky breath. “I can feel everything. All of you.” His strokes continue. In, out … Push, pull …
His heart beats aggressively in his chest—I feel it against my back as my own mimics it. With each push and pull, I feel pleasure, a little pain, and need. I start to push my hips back into him as he continues to take me, and I hear him grunt in appreciation. “You feel it, too,” he murmurs into my shoulder before he nips it. His hand comes back around my hip and lands on my ass, and he kneads my cheek roughly.
It lights a spark in me, and I’m able to identify that need I feel. Maybe it’s the friction we had this morning, maybe it’s the sex sans-condom, or maybe it’s just naked desire, but suddenly I know what I need to soothe the ache that’s building deep inside. An ache that’s been building for a while. I turn my head as Ethan continues his thrusts, bringing our mouths together in a sloppy and off-center kiss, before I whisper against his lips, “Spank me.”
Completely lost in me, Ethan replies, “What?” as he takes my lips again.
Between our wet mouths, I breathe, “I said”—I flick his lips with my tongue—“spank me.”
His hips slow for a fraction of a second before he picks up speed again. His hand grips my hip as he anchors me and really starts to buck into me. “Ethan!”
“You need more, baby? Is that what you need?” He guides my leg forward, pushing me onto my stomach and laying on top of me. He spreads my thighs wide with his knees and, without pulling out, grabs my hips and pulls me onto all fours and positions himself behind me, drilling me hard. Bracing myself on straight arms, I take his thrusts as I hear him curse and pant behind me.
“Ethan … please.” It’s a plea. He pulls his hands back further and squeezes my ass cheeks as he pounds into me. “Please,” I beg. “I want—”
“No.” His hands roam up my ribs and he pulls me upright, my back to his front. One hand settles over my breast, plumping it and grinding my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as his other hand snakes up my neck and closes around my throat. There’s no pressure. It’s simply possession.
His hips continue to buck up and into me as he brings my body down on him, and he makes a plea of his own in my ear. “I can’t, Red.” His breath is ragged as he takes me savagely. “Please, don’t ask me to raise a hand to you.”
Oh, shit …
And just like that, my heart breaks for my big guy who is hanging on by a thread, just like me. “Keep going.” I grip his forearms with both hands. “Don’t stop.”
And he obeys. Good God, does he obey.
I feel him hard as steel hitting a place he never has before, and a twitch deep inside starts. He curses as his thrusts falter. “Oh, shit. Baby, I—”
“Go!” I cry as I start to come apart from the sheer knowledge that he’s erupting over the edge—uncovered inside of me.
We grind into each other and give and take everything we have until I go limp in his arms, and Ethan slumps over me on the bed. He kisses my shoulder, neck, back. With his hands on my hips, he pulls out and I wince at the feel of it. But instead of falling onto the bed beside me, I feel his hands on my middle as he gingerly rolls me onto my back and he settles on top of me, his forearms caging me in, our faces nose-to-nose, our hips pressed together with a sticky mess between them, and our legs alternating and entangled.
Ethan kisses me softly, whispering against my lips, “I love you more than anyone has ever loved anything in this universe. You know that, right?”
“Yes.” I nod against his face. “Of course, Ethan. I know that with every piece of me.”
He rubs his thumbs over my cheek bones, his eyes darting back and forth between mine. “Please, Ari, I can’t …”
I push my finger against his lips. “Shhhh. I understand. All I need is you, OK? All I need is you.”
He swallows and nods. “You have me.”
CHAPTER 39
ETHAN
As soon as we walk in the door at the Millers’ house, I’m relieved to see Larry in a pair of blue plaid pajama pants, similar to my own red ones, and a ragged Aerosmith T-shirt. “Merry Christmas, Ethan!” He takes me in his arms for a jarring hug, and I find myself gripping him back just as tight.
