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“No,” I bite out, arching my back to chase the pleasure. “It feels terrible.”
He chuckles again, wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs, and tugs me against his face, keeping me in place as I try to pull away from his onslaught. He drags his fat tongue all the way up and flicks before pulling my skin gently between his teeth and sucking on it.
“Ethan,” I pant. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” His mouth moves against me as he continues to lick and suck and lap at me.
“I can’t … I don’t know …”
I can actually feel him grin against me. “You don’t know?”
“Mmmm.” Another wave of pleasure hits me.
Ethan continues to devour me as he slides a finger inside, gliding it in and out as he eases up his hold on my hips so I can move against him. “That’s it, Ari. I need you to melt for me.”
Breathing erratically, I grip the sheet in my hands and rock my hips to the push and pull. Groaning and making noises that are not at all feminine, I am too lost to even care. It’s all his fault anyway.
“Oh, God!” He nips me with his teeth one last time and I explode with an orgasm, feeling the wetness rush to my groin. Ethan continues to palm my crotch gently but firmly as I rideit out, trembling and shaking, before he pulls himself up to his knees and sits back on his heels, reaching over to grab the condom off the side of the bed.
“No. Let me.” I sit up and take it from his hands.
Grabbing his erection at the base and slowly sliding my hand up, I increase the pressure slightly as I get to the tip. Ethan throws his head back and thrusts his hips so his dick slides into my closed palm some more.
“Ari,” he rasps out, “I have to get inside you while you’re still loosened up, and I have to do it before I blow.”
“OK, big guy.” I position the condom and roll it down before laying back on the bed, and he comes down over top of me. Ethan positions himself at my entrance and slides his tip back and forth over my opening before pushing in slightly.
I suck in a breath.
“I never left you, Red,” he says against my mouth, pushing in a little farther, rocking in and out as he works his way in. “I took you with me everywhere I went.”
“Ahhhh.” I arch my back and gasp as he invades me, pressing in further and further and further. Ethan slides one arm behind my head, gripping my hair and pulling it back just enough so he can suck on my neck. His other hand gropes my ass and plumps it as he grinds his hips this way and that, still working his way in.
“Shit, Ari, you have no idea how good this feels.”
I wrap one arm around his shoulder and back, and grip his bicep with the other, feeling him tremble. “I have some idea.”
Ethan is laser focused, like he’s concentrating too hard on not hurting me. “It’s OK,” I whisper to him.
“Is it?” He gives me shallow pumps. “Are you OK?”
“Yes, Ethan, just … Go all the way. I want you all the way in.”
With that consent, Ethan grabs my leg around the thigh and pulls me open further as he presses his hips all the way into mineand hits me deep inside. “Gahhhh …” I gasp at the same time Ethan drops his head and curses.
He gently drapes himself back over me and brings his lips to mine. “Baby, I need to move. I have to grind. Are you OK?”
“Yes.” Our lips move together. “Do it. I need you to move, too.”
Without hesitation, Ethan starts to roll his hips. I can tell he’s trying to take it easy at first, but the more he moves, the more he loses his composure. He widens his knees and pumps his hips, and I slide my hands down his neck and chest, then around his sides and caress his back, reaching around to grab his ass and—yep, just as expected—he has the tightest round globes I’ve ever felt. They flex and dip as he thrusts harder, faster, with more urgency.
Ethan must feel me tightening around him because he reaches down and pulls my legs tight around his waist as he quickens his pace even more, burying his face in my neck as he starts to go rabid, grunting, cursing, and panting as he thrusts with abandon. We are covered in sweat as our bodies noisily slide and slap against one another.
“Oh, God!” Everything starts to throb inside me. “Shit, Ethan …”
“I know, Red,” he spits through clenched teeth. “I’m right here with you. Just let go. I need you to come. Please, baby. You need to come.”
He’s destroying me. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. With each thrust I know I will never be the same again. Convulsing around him, I lurch up and then back, squeezing my legs around him before trying to pull away, unsure if I want to chase the lightning through my body or run from it.
