ELLIE
A storm started raging outside as I waited for him. With each passing second, my anxiety grew, leading me to down almost half of the whiskey in my glass.
Then he returned, descending the stairs in nothing but a towel, his hair still wet, with a few strands falling over his forehead. I think my jaw dropped. I had to close my mouth to keep from drooling.
I bit my lip, trying to temper the overwhelming desire the sight of his body stirred in me. He must spend hours in the gym every day. Being in shape was an understatement for Mr. Morgan. His abs were so defined that he seemed to have more muscles than I could count, his chest was even broader than I’d imagined, and the muscles in his arms were huge and sculpted.
He stepped closer, giving me an even better view, and somehow seemed even larger. My attention was caught by the V-shaped line at the base of his abdomen. There was something so sexy about that area that I nearly lost it, desperate to find out what lay below, maybe it was those prominent veins.
He stopped right in front of me. It was hard to keep my eyes on his face when I noticed the bulge under his towel. I took a deep breath.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. Now, tell me what you want,” he said, his voice deeper, more gravelly than usual. The sound seemed to seep into my bones, making my whole body tremble.
“Huh?”
“I need you to tell me what you want because after that, I’m going to do everything I want. And I’ve spent a good amount of time thinking about what I’ll do when I finally have you, so we’re in for a long night.”
“Oh!” I nodded, understanding. It was hard to think when it felt like my entire body was about to combust. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“So?”
“What I want? Well…”
His hips were at eye level. I didn’t need to think much about what I wanted—it was right in front of me.
“I want you to take that off,” I said, pointing to the white towel.
Maybe the whiskey had given me an extra dose of courage, or maybe it was just the desire speaking for me. He smiled wickedly, making my panties even wetter if that was possible.
“You’re being quite ambitious. Don’t you think it’s unfair that I’m almost naked while you’re still fully dressed?”
“You didn’t ask.”
At that moment, I knew I would do anything he asked. He nodded and walked over to one of the white armchairs, taking a seat.
“Take it off. And that’s not a request,” he said firmly.
I searched for the strength to stand. A constant shiver ran through my arms and legs. I stood up, remembering that my dress had a zipper in the back. It wouldn’t be very sexy to try and unzip it on my own. I turned my back to him, pulling my hair over one shoulder.
“Can you?” I waited, another shiver running down my spine as he came up behind me.
“Did you think wearing this dress would save you somehow?” he asked close to my ear.
Save me? Maybe he was referring to the fact that my black dress was rather modest. It was form-fitting but not too tight, falling just below my knees, with sleeves that reached my elbows. It hugged my curves well but didn’t reveal much beyond the skin on my neck and collarbone.
“Don’t focus too much on the dress. I was hoping to surprise you with what’s underneath,” I said over my shoulder, just before hearing the sound of the zipper being pulled down.
I felt his fingers follow the same path as the zipper, sending another wave of goosebumps across my skin. Then he sat back on the sofa, right in front of me.
“Surprise me,” he murmured.
My heart was pounding even faster. I slid the dress off my shoulders, one sleeve at a time, then pushed it down over my hips, letting it fall to the floor around my feet. I stepped out of it, freeing myself from the fabric tangled around my shoes.
Ethan’s eyes were glued to my body as his chest rose and fell. I wasn’t completely naked yet, but I felt as though I were under his gaze. He reached out a hand and pulled me closer, making me kneel on the sofa. I rested my hands on his muscular shoulders, feeling his warm, firm skin.
The back of his fingers trailed across my stomach and between my breasts.
“I’ve spent days imagining how you’d look in that lingerie, but my imagination didn’t even come close to this,” he said, then lightly tugged at the black lace garter on my thigh, looking mesmerized.
Both our gazes were fixed on his hands, waiting to see what he would do next.
He placed both hands on my thighs, his fingers pressing firmly into my skin, sliding up until they reached my ass. He explored the skin there before squeezing harder, pulling me closer and pressing my breasts against his chest.
I captured his lips in a kiss, the desire pulsing between my legs growing more intense. And just like the first time he’d pushed me against the wall, the feel of his lips made me lose control. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, pulling, and searched for any spot to rub the throbbing ache between my legs, desperate for any touch.
His large hands explored my body, especially my ass. Mr. Morgan seemed to have a particular fondness for it.
“Touch me,” I pleaded against his lips. I couldn’t take it any longer.
He slid one hand under the fabric of my panties, making me moan when he brushed against my clit before stopping where I was soaking wet.
“Oh God…” he whispered, closing his eyes and slowly circling his finger around my entrance. “So wet and warm.” His voice was so deep and low that it resonated through my body, making me even more aroused. His fingers became slick with my arousal before returning to my clit, and I think I moaned so loudly that all of Manhattan must have heard.
He covered my mouth with his again, swallowing my moans as his fingers spread me open down there, pressing against my clit and moving in circles. I knew I wouldn’t last long. It had been so long since the last time, and everything he made me feel was too intense to bear.
He slid one finger inside me, deep, drawing more moans from my throat.
“You’re so wet it’s driving me crazy. All I can think about is what it’ll feel like to have you around my cock, squeezing me.”
Every word brought me closer to the edge. I had already lost all sense of reason.
When he added another finger and started moving them inside me, my legs began to tremble.
“Do you want to come on my hand? Because I’m definitely going to make you come on my mouth later.”
A shiver ran down my spine. Panting, I buried my face in his neck. He took the opportunity to bite the skin there. That was my undoing. I lost control of my body, feeling waves of spasms and tremors spread through me. I came, moaning desperately in his ear.
“That’s the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life,” he said, kissing my neck.
My body was still limp in his arms. His fingers moved up to my back, and he deftly unclasped my bra before pushing me back just enough to slide it off my arms, leaving my breasts exposed. I felt my nipples harden even more under his gaze.
“I still remember the first time I saw them,” he said, running his thumb along the skin beneath my nipple. “I wondered if they were real. So soft. The things I want to do to them…” He stood up, lifting me with him. My breathing was almost back to normal.
Carrying me over to one of the white armchairs, he placed me on it. His hands slid down my legs, removing my shoes. Then he moved closer, hooking his fingers into the lace of the garter and my panties at my hips. He was about to pull them down when I stopped him with my foot. I shook my head.
“It seems only fair that you give me what I want now,” I whispered, sliding my foot over the towel’s fabric, teasing his erection. He stood up.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, holding where the towel was tied.
I nodded eagerly. Then he let go, letting the towel fall to the floor.