Page 96 of Run
“Fuuuuck,” Ethan moans into my neck as I tremble around him. He continues to go buck wild and suddenly heaves his body over mine and stills, letting out a guttural noise. Giving several more long, slow pumps, this way and that, his cock twitchesout the last of his release. His breathing matches mine—choppy, uneven, in need of an oxygen mask—and his body weight presses onto mine.
We lay like that for a few moments before, finally, Ethan shifts his body as he tries to ease his weight off me. “Shit, I must be crushing you.”
I grunt in protest, and he silences me by running his thumb over my bottom lip as his eyes dart between mine. “I have to pull out before my boys swim out of this thing.”
Ethan gently pulls out of me and rids himself of the condom before coming back to bed. I feel it dip as he gets in behind me, then it shakes as he shimmies his way closer. His arm snakes around my middle and his big hand curls around my stomach as he gives a tug and I am pulled backward—flush against him as he tucks me into his body, curling over me and around me. His legs are bent right up behind mine as we spoon, and his face is nuzzled into the back of my neck.
He sighs like he’s never been more content.
I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my entire life.
We are both naked and still sweaty from sex, so our bare skin is sticky. I can feel his semi-limp dick against my butt, and he’s giving off heat like an oven. I roll my shoulders, trying to get more comfortable, and Ethan tightens his hold on my stomach. I arch my back, then relax it, and Ethan sighs, blowing a puff of hot breath against my face.
Unable to take this torture anymore, I huff out my own breath. “Ethan?”
“Mmmm yeah, baby. What’s up?”
“You’re like a goddamn wooly mammoth.” I feel Ethan laugh before I hear it. “Why are you so freaking hot?” I flap my arm to throw his off of me. “You’re emitting heat like the freaking sun.” His laughter picks up. “And when and how did you get so huge?!” I finally pull out of his grip and roll onto my back,throwing the sheet back so it’s doubled up on him and leaving myself exposed.
Ethan also rolls onto his back, and holds his stomach as he continues to laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“It just … figures,” he says around his laughter. “You must be the only chick on the planet who doesn’t want to cuddle after sex.”
“I can cuddle.” I roll in his direction. “I can cuddle with the best of em, just not under these suffocating conditions!”
“OK, OK,” Ethan says as I tuck the blanket around his body and crawl closer to him while he stretches his one arm out toward me. “You come to me, then.”
With the sheet covering his entire body, I curl up against his side, resting my head on his shoulder as his arm comes around and his hand lands on the back of my head. I sling an arm and leg around him, and with the sheet acting as a buffer, we are no longer sticking to each other.
“Better?”
“Much.”
We are both quiet for a minute, but I know Ethan is still awake because I can feel the palm he has on my hair occasionally curl and expand. “Ari?”
“Yeah.”
“Did it feel the way you remembered?”
“What’s that?”
His palm curls and expands again. “My lip. My scar.”
I smile into his chest. “No.” He tenses under me. “It felt better.”
Ethan lets out a breath, and a moment later I hear him again. “Ari?”
“Mmmm?”
“I got an answer tonight to something I’ve always wondered, too.”
My curiosity is piqued. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
He kisses my head. “I learned that the carpet does match the drapes.”
A second passes as I take in what he said, then I reach up and tweak his nipple hard. “You are such an asshole!”
“Ouch!” Chuckling, Ethan kisses my head again and shimmies under me as he settles in, pulling me closer to him. “Goodnight, Red.”
