by Dee Palmer
He nods and we set about restoring what is a truly stunning apartment to its pre-party glory. Ethan puts the music back on but selects a more chilled play list. Jesus, people are filthy; the surface clean takes a couple of hours, and I feel sticky and a little gross when we finally finish in the early hours.
I attempt to stretch my back out, clicking the tired bones when Ethan takes my hand and spins me into a twist, spiralling me into his arms. Kit Klane’s very sexy Fingerprints drifts through the speakers and Ethan leads me in a slow sensual dance that starts with a practice two step around the room and progresses to an improvised dance that feels more like sex with my clothes on. His hands cup my curves–hold and release–he pulls me tighter still. His last spin slams me into his solid body, all hard muscle and sexual tension. He drops to his knees and at a tortuous pace and with devilishly nimble fingers, he picks the hem on my dress up and works it in time with the music up my quaking body. My hands are pulled high above my head and he holds them there with one hand, dropping my dress to the floor.
“Ada?” His lips kiss my neck, his breath scorches my skin.
“Hmm….” I am lost in this man.
“You smell like stale beer.” His voice is horse and it takes a moment to distinguish the words from the sensual tone.
“I do?” I snicker, and I can feel his lips curl into a smile on my skin in between kisses.
“We both do. I can’t fuck you like this.” His words are raw and I shudder at the inevitability in his tone. “We need to shower first.” He clarifies; my mouth dries, my heart stops, and I pool with liquid heat between my legs.
The steam fills the small ensuite off Ethan’s bedroom, and my skin prickles with a million bumps, the tiny hairs fire with chilled electricity. He pulls his shirt over his head and unbuttons his loose, frayed jeans that already hang low from his hips. His sculpted chest undulates with every deep and steady breath. My mouth waters now at the clearly defined V that disappears into his pants. I think this isn’t a good idea; nothing good can come of this, and I reason that now is not the time for thinking. I step to him, almost naked and unable to hide my desire. Hard peaked nipples, short pants of breath, and a painful ache building from the base of my spine. He can’t see the last one but his eyes register everything else with unashamed lust. I tug his last button loose, then ease his jeans and pants down his hips and over his rock hard erection. He kicks his clothes free and is a fucking glorious sight .His breathtaking smile is both wicked and tender.
“Don’t think about this, Ada.” His voice is soothing even if his tone is firm. “Just do what your body wants… what it is crying out to do.” He punctuates each sentence with kisses on my bare skin, as he peels the last of my clothes from my body. “Don’t think…just do.” He tips my chin, intense eyes blazing with fire capture and see right through me. I know I am going to burn.
He doesn’t hesitate. I don’t think he doubts my desire matches his, but he covers my mouth with such passion I don’t get the chance to voice a reservation even if I did. I barely gasp my last breath before everything else that happens between us is shared. Our breaths and our bodies; I have no intention of stopping. If I were thinking at this moment, I know that would be a red flag worry but like Ethan had said, I am not thinking, I am doing. He laces his fingers through mine and draws me under the rainfall shower and into his embrace. He presses his forehead against mine, rivers of clear water stream down our faces. Rivulets drip from his full lips and I capture their sweet taste with the waterfall. My hands greedily explore his body like they have never touched anything quite so perfect. His deep groan rumbles in his chest when I drag my fingernails, scoring the skin down his torso. His cock twitches and his hips rock into my hold when I grab him hard in my hand.
“Fuck!” He throws his head back, eyes shut against the down pour. He looks down at me and I don’t think I have ever felt so desired as I do at this moment. His mouth collides with mine and I drop the hold I have on him at the fierceness and impact that sends me crashing into the cool sandstone tile. The pain shakes my bones but his tongue delves so deep–sweet and demanding. A heavenly dance that steals any other thought; no pain, no panic, just passion. God, there is nothing better than a perfect, heart-stealing kiss. Is that what he’s doing? Is he stealing my heart? I whimper when he pulls back, biting my lip but not to the point of pain, just enough to be a distraction to my troublesome thoughts. He has one hand cupped around my neck squeezing and gripping into my hair, which hangs limply in drenched strands. His other hand is attentive in its ministrations to my pebbled nipple. The ache it satisfies there only intensifies lower down between my legs and I have to squeeze my thighs together and fight to swallow the begging words that are just poised on the tip of my tongue.
“What do you need, Ada? Angel, tell me what you need?” His lips curl to the side with a knowing grin. He’s going to make me beg. My jaw clenches and he raises a challenging brow. “Really? You’re not going to tell me? Interesting. So, that must mean you trust me enough to know exactly what your body needs. I’m flattered.” His hand traces down my side and causes a full body spasm, and when he hits a tickle spot I never knew I had, I almost collapse on myself like one of the wooden animal toys you push from the bottom to get the same reaction.
“Ethan!” I cry out and grab his wrists.
“Nah ah, you had your chance, angel.” His movements are so fluid and rapid, I don’t notice I am completely pinned with my arms above my head in one of his strong hands, until I am held completely immobile. His knee wedges between my legs and his foot kicks them wide. I swallow back a moan; my heart is fighting to escape my tight chest, and my inner thighs start to quake with the tension of the wide angle he is holding with his own immovable legs. “God, you are so fucking sexy–perfect.” He exhales and his kisses become a series of nibbles and suction on my neck that mainlines to my core. I start to tremble and I pitch up on my toes to try and ease…what, I’m not sure. The tension in my thighs, the ache between my legs, or the pain in my chest. I just need some release and looking at the feral expression in Ethan’s dark, deep eyes, he knows it.
His free hand works its way across my tummy, skimming my scar. I can’t help but tense and our eyes meet for a second before I clench mine tight. I relax when he just as quickly continues to drop his hand lower and traces his long fingers along my very centre. Soft firm pressure sliding along my folds, easy and smooth. I am so far beyond turned on, I need more than his talented fingers can afford me and my hips push onto his hand with greedy resolve. He growls into my neck and stills his hand. His erection lying thick and hot between us. It is just there! Like a branding iron against my thigh. So what is it with the tentative fingers? I wriggle and try to pull my hands free.
“Something you need, angel?” He repeats his earlier question, but this time I am wound so tight I can’t even answer I just shake my head in frustration and pull on my restraints to no avail. “You’re so fucking responsive. You know, all I want is to slide inside you and fuck you into next week. If only I knew you wanted the same.” He muses but his fingers are sensual, strong, and now as deep as they will go inside me. “Fuck, you are so wet, Ada. Tell me what you need?” His fingers curl as do my toes and I start to clench down on his buried hand, hungry for the friction I need. Just as my body finds its own uncontrollable rhythm and path to release, he stops and cups me with his palm flat against my tight bundle of nerve. No pressure, no friction, just torture.
I drop my head back hard against the tile and resign myself. I feel like a slave to my own body. Ethan has relentlessly pushed it to obey its own carnal desire above any other base instinct, not restraint, not modesty, and not self-preservation
“Ethan, I need you to fuck me” I cry out with bite and tension in my jaw.
“Oh, angel, you are going to have to do better than that. At least make me feel like you want what I can give you. If anything you sound angry, frustrated?” He jokes but holds his grip a little firmer when I try once more to pul
l away. “Tell me what I want to hear, Ada.”
I chew my lip with false fortitude. He is far too good at playing this game, a game I have never played and my body is so desperate for this connection I can feel it in my pours. “Ethan, please.” My plea is a breathy whisper, my body is so taut I am exhausted. “Please.” I cry out when he presses his fingers on a most sensitive spot deep inside, and my climax rips through me. His mouth captures mine and he swallows the sound of my uncontrollable pleasure with relish. He holds my shaking body and makes shushing murmurs in my ears. My head is buried in his chest, my heart hurts, and I feel like every muscle has contracted and released in a seismic display of sated need. Tension oozes from my body and when he releases my hands I let them hang limply at my side. I am only mildly aware of the tearing sound but I look up to see the foil wrapper in his teeth. That warm sated feeling is tainted with the traitorous understanding of Ethan being the type of man who keeps condoms in his shower.
SHE LOOKS SO beautiful when she falls like that. Those fucking eyes, so clear and deep with shards of brilliant blue that catch and hold the sunlight, blinding me. Her body reacts to every touch like I’m the first one to ever lay my hands on her silky skin. I like that thought. I know I’m heading down a path I have always steered clear of, but I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to stop. For her, my rule doesn’t exist, for her my rule was made to be broken. She flushes pink and trembles under my fingertips and she is so fucking wet. Even if she hadn’t begged like I wanted, there was no way she was leaving this shower without me fucking another expression just like that from her flawless face. I slide the damn condom on. I hate these things but am strangely glad Jake thought to leave them in here, even if it was a massive joke at the time, intended to try and embarrass me while my dad visited. In fact, he has hidden them all over this apartment from memory. An April fool prank that cost him a small fortune and gave me a stock pile of condoms I can’t be arsed to find.
She fights her own desire, I can see it in the tension she holds in her shoulders and her tight little fists. I find that unfathomable. Why anyone would deny something that felt so right? But I am not above reeducating the very sexy, Ms…Hmm? I don’t know her surname. I’m breaking my one rule with her and I don’t know her name. That bothers me. I have been that guy, I’m not going to lie, but it troubles me now enough to stop. She fails to hide her frustration with an overtly expressive exhale of breath. I am literally holding my dick at her entrance, one of her thighs splayed against the wall. She is wide and open and waiting…waiting.
“What’s your name?” My breath is just as laboured and this is killing me too but it doesn’t feel right to carry on without knowing.
“Really?” She gasps and holds my shoulders for support. “Ethan, please, just–”
“Ada, don’t tell me what to do! It’s a pretty fucking simple question. Name?” I practically growl with all the pent up erotic tension brimming.
“Ethan!” I start to pull back and her hands are like a vice around my neck. “It’s Burrows…Ada Burrows. …Now, will you fuck me?” She snaps but I can’t hold her insolent tone against her. This is a pretty fraught situation. “Ahhh. Oh, oh,…my God!” She cries out when I slide into her heat and I couldn’t agree more. Oh, My. Fucking. God. My first thrust is slow and deliberately deep, I angle my hips and step just that little bit more into her. I hear it in the back of her throat, that tiny strangled cry, and her eyes widen with pleasure and panic. Her tummy tightens and her thighs contract, but I am wedged and holding her wide. She can’t use her grip to prevent me going just as deep as I fucking want. I am not all in and I want in. I grab her arse cheeks and lift her off the floor, she wraps her long toned legs around me and tries to grip me to halt my exploration. “Ethan….” She exhales, tiny rapid sexy breaths. “Ethan you’re…it is…you are.” Her struggle for eloquence is etched on her face and I can’t help but smile that I’m the cause of her inability to construct a sentence or even say the word cock. “Oh…Oh, God…No more… you can’t possibly.”
“Ada, look at me.” She tips her head from trying to peek between our bodies. “Yes, I can.” Her tongue scoops her bottom lip into her mouth and her teeth bite down to keep it there. She gives a little nod and I push myself further into Heaven. “Feels good, right?” She nods again and I can see her smile in her eyes. “It’s going to feel much better when I am all in, angel.” I swallow thickly at the anticipation squeezing my balls and shooting delicious pain up my spine at the thought. “But you are fucking tight and as you tried to say, I’m–” I let her sink a little lower onto me and grin at my little show not tell evidence when she gasps and grips me, every muscle contracting at the intrusion. “Bite down, angel, I can’t do this pace much longer; not with you.”
My hips pick up my chasing rhythm before I finish speaking and every thrust pushes one more breath and one more cry of pleasure from her trembling body. A body, so in-tune with mine, it undulates against me, the water lubricating our skin to move like a slick, single machine engineered for one purpose. But still, she is fucking tight and it’s taking everything I have not to drive the last inch in, hard. I change my angle and she starts to spasm wildly against my cock, taking us both by surprise. I am nowhere near ready but watching her face transform from a sexy serious scowl to relaxed euphoria…like I said… that expression when she falls…I could die right now having just witnessed perfection. She does bite down on my shoulder and I would be surprised if she didn’t draw blood, but it feels fucking amazing. I drive all in and hold still while she contracts wildly around my impossibly hard cock. Her little twitches and sighs make my balls ache even more but I hold still and sooth her down. The intensity of her climax is blatant on her utterly shocked faced which would be comical if it wasn’t so adorable.
“Better?” I kiss the tip of her nose and she tries to ease her legs down to the floor, but I hold them still tight around my waist. She smiles shyly but holds my gaze, and her eyes still burn with fire. It would seem we have barely touched the surface of Ms. Burrow’s passions and I mean we because this is as much a surprise to her as it is new to me. “Let’s do that again, then shall we?” I punch the stop on the water and she shivers from head to toe even if the shower is a steamy thirty degrees. I carry her, impaled, swiping a towel and wrapping it as best I can over our joined bodies with one free hand. I kick my bedroom door open and am momentarily thankful that no one chose to use the facilities earlier. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I can at last free my hands to grab her tits. My mouth follows my reverent massage with its own worshipful kisses. She just feels so good; every single part of her is like silk under my fingertips.
Her nipples are tinted a dark blush; hard and sweet. She jolts when I graze the sensitive tips between my teeth, but my careful eye on her is enough to know she likes the pain. No, her eyes are almost black with desire–she loves the pain. Her back arches under my kisses and we switch positions so I can work my way down her tummy and slide to my knees on the floor. I quickly flick the used condom to the bin–near enough. I want nothing between us, at least until I am inside her again. I push her legs wider than the width of my hips, enjoying the little resistance her muscles make before they relax enough to stretch. She pitches up on her elbows, her face is flushed pink, her lips wet, and she looks almost as tempting as the sight at my fingertips. “Ada, I want you to ask me if you can come.” I stroke my middle finger intimately along her wetness and her legs clamp tight against me.
“What? Why?” Her brows furrow in confusion.
“Because I think it’s only fair to warn, don’t you?” I raise my own brow, remembering my slight pause before I came down her throat. She narrows her eyes.
“But that’s not what you have just asked. You didn’t ask if I could warn you. You told me to ask if I can.…You want me to ask for permission?” She tries to inch away but my other hand scoops under her cheeks and lifts her right to the edge of the bed and closer to my mouth.
“I did, didn’t I?” I bl
ow a cool burst of breath at her glistening centre. “So you understand completely.” I hold her gaze and watch her face register exactly what I am asking, her breath hitches, and she slowly releases the air she was holding. Long seconds drag and her hips push into the mattress on a barely noticeable roll, her thighs shudder, and she closes her eyes when she nods. Yes! So fucking perfect. “Good girl.” My last words drift over her flesh before I get personal–intimate. Because this right now, my tongue taking long deep swipes from her entrance to her tight bundle of nerves, this will not only have her begging me to let her come, but it will have her trembling with orgasms and screaming like a siren on the headland. I’m not wrong but I have barely started, and God, she smells amazing, and tastes unbelievably good. She quivers and tenses, then fights every bolt of pleasure she is vocal enough to let me know is coursing through her. She alternates between pressing hard into the mattress to escape my moves, to grinding shamelessly into my face for some much needed pressure. I love that she lets her greedy side out to play, even if she reins her in all too soon.
I rest my hand so my thumb can work tiny circles on her clit. Her head shoots up and her next panicked breath makes me laugh out. “Ethan, can I come?” It’s like a sweet punch to my chest–her desperation, her submission, her fall. My mouth curls its permission and like every bone momentarily loses its rigidity she turns to liquid in my hands. My mouth replaces my thumb, my hot tongue flat and firm, my lips working the tension back into her frame. Building, pushing, demanding that final fall. Her high pitch scream turns silent and she freezes. Jesus, I can feel her blood pulsing through her, every nerve, her every muscle taut and alive. She rides her pleasure as she rides my mouth, gentle rolling hips and soft panting whimpers. I lap and lick and draw out the very last moan from her lips.
Crawling up her body and lifting her further onto my bed, she is all soft and pliable, drooping eyelids and warm slick skin. My body covers hers, my hands rest on either side of her head, my cock lays heavy between her legs, eager for its turn. I stretch over to my bedside draw, and blindly pick through the contents for another condom. I rip the corner, her eyes shine bright with liquid and it makes me stop. “Stay with me, Ada.” My tone makes her focus fully on me but whereas I thought I had lost her for a moment–like the first time in this apartment. This time I realise she is completely with me and that is what is troubling her. Her eyes flick to the foil packet in my fingers. “You can thank my surf buddy, Jake, for all the condoms, Ada. A prank that backfired. I know I’m not a virgin but even I don’t need a stack of condoms in the shower. Although…” I kiss the tip of her nose and like that she loses the concern in the crinkle of her eyes and she smiles at me. I sit back on my haunches, trapping her beneath me, while I fist the ache from my shaft and slide the condom on. “You on top, I think.” I push one leg back along hers, pure silk friction. My other leg eases between her legs and I try and position my cock so when we roll I can bury deep without any more waiting.
