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“Like a little tickle.”
“Yeah?” I kiss a trail across her upper chest. She tips her head back, giving me better access.
One at a time, the buttons of my shirt come undone, and it slides off my shoulders and onto the floor. I reach behind my head and pull off my undershirt, disposing of that too. Ari’s open fingers crawl down my sides, tickling my ribs as they slowly cascade over them.
As I circle my arms behind her, Ari turns her head and sees my bed. “You got new sheets?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum into her skin while unzipping her dress. “And I change them every other night now so they don’t stink anymore.” Slipping my hands under the straps on her shoulders, I push them down her arms, causing the top of her dress to fold over at the waist.
Dipping down, I slide my hands over her skirt, then up and under the material until I grab the cheeky flesh of her ass in both hands.
Fuck’s sake, she’s wearing a thong.
“Jesus, you’re trying to kill me.” I hoist her up and sit on the edge of the bed with her straddling me, kissing down her jaw, neck, sternum, chest, until I get to one of her breasts and wrap my mouth around it.
“Ahhhh,” Ari shrieks as she quivers and throws her head back, arching into me as goosebumps erupt on her skin.
I suck some more, then release that breast and kiss and lick my way to the other. I’m gentler with this one, slowly and delicately circling her nipple with my tongue, then grazing it with my top teeth, and I feel her tremble in my arms. Ari tries to grab my hair in her hands, but it’s too short, so she grips my head and tips it back so she can take my lips in a kiss that leaves me gasping for air, all the while grinding on top of me.
When I almost can’t take it any longer, I stand quickly and spin, guiding Ari back onto the bed before crawling off, pulling her dress down her legs, and discarding it. Standing next to the bed, looking up and down her nearly naked body, I unfasten my belt and zipper and let my pants drop to the floor.
Ari looks goddamn angelic, with red hair splayed out around my gray sheets, one hand fanned over her stomach, legs bent.
While palming my erection over my boxers, seeking a little relief, I step over to the nightstand and take a few condoms out of the top drawer, leaving all but one on the countertop. I drop the last one onto the bed beside her before grabbing the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down my legs, and kicking them to the side. Ari’s eyes trail down my body and land on my cock, then dart up to mine.
I grin.
Yeah, baby, I’m all grown up.
ARI
Well, at least it’ll be a good way to go.Death by dicking. I hope Sophie has the sense to have that etched into my gravestone.
Ethan grabs his massive length and adjusts it with a little tug, as if it’s painful. He has the awareness to look almost apologetic as he crawls up the bed toward me, dipping down and kissing my lips while running a hand over my small hip bone … which is attached to a petite pelvis that is never going to fit that massive thing bobbing between his legs. He must feel my trepidation because he is gentle and soft while massaging my lips with his.
“Relax, Red.” Ethan begins to worship me, sliding his hand up my ribcage to my breast, kneading it, then turning his hand over and trailing his knuckles down my stomach and around tomy ass, massaging that too. “I will never hurt you. I’m going to make sure you are ready for me.” He kisses my throat and laps his tongue against it. “You understand?”
When I don’t answer, he brings his face back to mine as his hand cups my cheek. “Ari, do you trust me?” His eyes dart between mine.
I nod.
“Say it,” he whispers. Another kiss, and he closes his eyes as if in pain. “Please, say it.”
I bring my hand up and grip his wrist. His eyes open. “I trust you.”
Relief floods his face. “Good.” With our faces still only millimeters apart, he drops his eyes down to roam over our bodies and slowly reaches down to palm my sex, groping it with just enough pressure to make me want to press into him. “You’re warm.” His breath tickles my face.
With his dick jabbing into my side, he slides his fingers under the silk of my underwear until his fingertips dance over me. I shudder, and he swallows. Using two fingers, he slides them down my center, parting me as he does. When he slides them back up, he circles around my most sensitive spot.
I can’t help it, I moan, and my eyes roll back.
And that’s Ethan’s cue to slide a finger inside. “You’re wet,” he rasps out. Slowly, he pumps his finger in and out before adding another. On their own accord, my hips rise up to meet the intrusion, and I clench. “Fuck,” Ethan hisses, and then he’s descending down my body, kissing and licking and sucking his way past my breasts, down my stomach, darting his tongue into my navel and nipping each hip bone. He curls his fingertips under the waistband of my thong, pulls it down my pelvis and over my legs, tossing it aside.
He gently presses my knees apart while kneeling between them, and I lay completely exposed as his eyes drop to my core,before his head dips down and his mouth ghosts over my upper thigh, my pelvis, and then …
There’s a moment of stillness before I feel the tickle of his breath—and his scruff—on my core as he kisses me there the same way he kisses my mouth. First a few pecks, before he adds pressure and moves my lips with his, opening me up to him and taking what he wants from me. And then, just like when he kisses my mouth, he sweeps his tongue inside, and I buck my hips with a groan.
Ethan chuckles. “You like that?”
