“Where are we going?” I ask before committing any energy to moving.
“To the bedroom so I can fuck you properly. Unless you’re too worn out…”
I sit up, placing my hands in his. “Not at all.”
There is zero chance that I’m letting my one and only night with Ethan North consist of four minutes of oral sex. If we’re doing this, we’re doing all of it. Okay, maybe notallof it. I’m sure there are some items in Ethan’s sex arsenal that I should leave to the experts.
Ethan helps me up from the chair, holding me steady as I rise to my feet. Then he’s leading me back to the bedroom, settling me on the bed, and standing in front of me half naked. He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom.
He undresses, and I watch, captivated. My lips part on a silent gasp as his cock springs free. He’s bigger than I imagined (because yes, I’ve imagined this before, late at night when I let my mind wander to places I shouldn’t).
When Ethan looks up at me, I know he can read me as easily as I can read him. I’m expecting a cocky smirk or a smartass comment, but neither appears. Instead, his eyes settleon mine, warm and intent, hungry but gentle, like he’s savoring something familiar. If he’s about to devour me, it’s because I’m comfort, not temptation. The realization makes my chest tighten, and I smile without meaning to.
“What?” he asks, lips quirking into half a smile as well.
I shake my head, but my smile doesn’t fade. “Nothing.”
His head tilts, curious. His voice is low, teasing. “You look like you’re about to burst into laughter. That’s not exactly the reaction most guys are hoping for when they take off their pants.”
“It’s nervous laughter, if that helps.”
Ethan’s chin dips as his brow lifts. “You’re nervous?”
“A little,” I admit.
“Don’t be.”
If only it were that easy.
Having sex with Ethan presents a complex set of emotions. There’s the comfort and familiarity of our friendship, as well as an unspoken appreciation that he’s willing to do this for me. Not just give me the one-night stand that I wanted, but to really make it count. To make me feel like I’m wanted and desirable, even by a man like him.
Which brings me to the other side of the coin: when it comes to sex, Ethan is intimidating in every conceivable way. He’s more experienced than I am, not to mention way out of my league.
But if Ethan knows this, he doesn’t let on. As he leans forward to kiss me, he does so with the sort of reckless abandon that makes me feel like he needs this every bit as much as I do (which can’t possibly be true).
We move backwards on the bed, never breaking our kiss, until my head meets the pile of pillows at the top and Ethan is hovering over me. His broad arms are planted on each side of me, while my legs bracket his. The rigid length of his cock rests against my aching, sensitive clit with a degree of accuracythat feels anything but accidental. All it would take is one small movement, mine or his, to reposition him right at my entrance. One thrust to feel him deep inside of me. My entire body thrums with electric anticipation.
Ethan, however, is more patient. He kisses deepen and linger until he finally pulls away and looks down at me. “Ready?”
I nod.
Then it happens. He shifts ever so slightly, letting his stiffness slide across my center and hitch at my entrance. A cautious, testing thrust nudges me open and a second, harsher thrust fills me entirely. I gasp, adjusting to his size and wondering if I’m simply going to come again, right here and now, from a single thrust.
When my eyes flutter open and I look up at Ethan, I wonder if he might as well. He holds himself there, planted deep inside me for a second, taking a long breath before he drags himself out and thrusts deep again. We watch each other through each movement, exchanging little gasps and moans with our faces just inches apart.
Eventually, we silently agree that it’s starting to feel too intense, too intimate. We go back to kissing, our eyes closed a little tighter to give each other some privacy and keep ourselves in check.
But it feels too good. Before long, I’m breathless and panting, needing to break away from the kiss and fill my lungs with fresh, cool air.
“Do you want to be on top?” Ethan suggests.
I nod, and we reposition. He sits with his back against the pile of pillows while I climb on top of him. With one hand on his erection, I sink down slowly, savoring every delicious inch. Ethan watches, eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear inside of me.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I start to ride him in slow, steady strokes, taking him a bit deeper each time. He groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to rest on the headboard. His palms are on my thighs, fingers flexed as I find a steady but unhurried pace and an angle that hits my g-spot just right.
I’m getting close when Ethan’s eyes open. He sits forward, and suddenly my peaked nipples are pressed against his hard chest. His hands are around my back, one at my waist and the other tangled in my hair, as my arms loop around his neck. Our eyes are locked on each other again, and our breath is a stream between my lungs and his with our mouths parted but not quite touching.
It’s even more intimate than before, but neither of us seems to mind.