Chapter 69

MAY.

I gasp as my back slams into the door, hard, and Ethan pulls back, eyes wide and lips swollen. “Did I hurt you?”

My head’s ringing, but I’m much too aroused to feel anything other than Ethan’s erection pressing into my thigh, and the ache between my legs that can only be soothed by him. I shake my head, a little dazed. “No.”

“Need a moment to catch your—”

I lean in, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and that answers his question. He shifts us, and he lifts my legs, hoisting me up, atop what looks to be a work table. Things crash into the ground—a notepad, pens, a leather-bound planner, a picture frame, documents, cardholders, pins, a tablet—I whip my gaze from the floor when he pulls down the straps of my bra and kisses my neck.

My eyes shut tightly when he nips softly, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin, and instinctively, I part my legs wider, hooking them behind him. I whimper when his lips close around my nipple and I release a sound I’m embarrassed by when he sucks very hard.

I twitch—for the lack of a better word, and nearly arch off the table. Ethan grips my thighs and pulls me forward before I can fall off. He suddenly pulls himself off me, and my breath sticks in my throat when he drops to one knee, pulling me to the very edge of the table.

Unsure why, I reach for his face, caressing his cheeks, his lips, his neck. He lets me, and I swallow when his fingers rise to the top of my hip, pulling at the knot of my panties. Untying both ends without issue makes me feel shy. Clearly, I’m the only virgin in the room.

He pulls the thong off, and my entire being sizzles in flames when he clutches it to his nose and breathes in deeply, his eyes fluttering close. He groans deep in his throat and I squeeze.

Well, fuck. That’s all I can think of right now.

He tosses it…somewhere, and for the life of me, I can’t notice anything else but the fact that Ethan is about to go down on me. I tense. Do I smell right? Of course, I do. I just got out of the shower and into my underwear when I heard the doorbell.

Is it okay to do that? What if I taste weird, or…what if Ethan doesn’t like…

His tongue parts my fold and I squirm, my stomach tightening and nerves tingling. It’s too much, the sensation. His tongue seeks out my clitoris, and one flick over the swollen bud has heat exploding in me, making me so light-headed, that I fall back on the table.

I grip the edges to steady myself as Ethan sucks my clit in earnest, and I cry out when I feel a finger enter me. I hear Ethan’s ragged breaths as he licks and kisses me like he’s making love to me with his tongue and his fingers. I can’t breathe enough, and when he turns his finger inside me, hooking it over…I seriously have no idea what he’s touching, but it’s bringing tears to my eyes.

I pant, opening up for him and my inner muscles twitch, as does my entire body. It’s too much and…I gasp as a shudder ripples through me, my nails biting into the wood of the table. I need a moment, I want to tell him, but he doesn’t let up, and my breaths turn ragged when his tongue replaces his finger.

Blood pounds in my ears, and my heart slams wildly against my ribcage. I want to run from him, but he holds me in place subjecting me to every fantasy I’ve held in my head since he first kissed me. My hip rises off the table and he murmurs something against me. The vibration undoes me, and the climax is as hard as the first. Tired. I’m fucking exhausted. How in the world do women in Anna’s romance novels climax until they lose count?

My question is answered almost immediately when Ethan rises. I push myself up on my elbows and glance up at him, leaning into his touch as he caresses my cheeks. The anger is gone, replaced with a tenderness that makes my heart flutter. “I want to ask if you’re ready, but I can’t stop. Not today.”

I don’t have the words to say in response to that, but I know what I want.

I reach for his belt, and his gaze drops to my hands as he watches me clumsily unbuckle it. I feel for him through his briefs and my mouth turns dry when my fingers circle around him. I’m not sure what moderate or large should be, but I know it won’t fit.

Concern softens Ethan’s eyes like he can tell what I’m thinking. He lifts me off the table gently and lays me on the bed. “Relax, May. Know that I’d never hurt you. Never.”

“But…” I bite on my lower lip. “It’s…pretty large.”

He laughs, combing his fingers through my hair to help me relax, and it’s working. “You’d prefer if…I was smaller?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Close your eyes,” he says after a moment. “I’ll massage you. I need you to not be tense. I need you to trust me.”

I hesitate, but after much thought, I close my eyes. First I hear the sound of fabric rubbing against skin, and then a clang against the ground. I feel Ethan’s naked thigh against mine, and my body tenses again. I feel his hands on my cheeks, and they move slowly to my shoulders, kneading my skin softly, much like dough. He trails his fingers down my arm and back up, and my brows furrow, lips parting as I loosen a breath.

His hands close around my waist and travel up to my breasts, touching everywhere but my nipples. I lift my chest, hoping he’ll touch them, but he doesn’t. Not until I begin clutching my thighs together with need. He plays with me and teases me until I think I’ll lose my mind. He flicks one nipple, and shies away, caressing my thighs instead. Those fingers slide over my heat, feeling the wetness pooling and I moan when he slips a finger in.

He pulls out slowly, and abandons it, giving my nipples attention again. My fingers clutch the sheets tightly as he repeats this again and again until I’m whimpering, pleading for more.

His erection presses against my entrance…no. Not quite. He’s teasing me with it, rubbing it against me. I raise a leg and wrap it around him, forcefully tugging him closer, and he laughs, his fingers twining and I open my eyes as I feel him guide himself into me with his free hand.

He stops laughing, and his grey eyes widen. He squeezes my hand, breathing hard as he shuts his eyes. “It…hurts,” he mumbles, and when worry starts to hack away at me, he opens his eyes.

“It feels so good it hurts. How…” he groans, breathing hard. “This is torture, feeling you squeeze around me like this, yet being unable to move out of fear of hurting you,” he explains.

Leaning over me, he pushes in again, and I close my eyes, trying to adjust to this. “Distract me,” I plead as discomfort and pain sear through me.

He doesn’t move. He stays perfectly still inside me and kisses me softly. “When I didn’t find you at home, I panicked, and it made me realize that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have you in my life.”

“Keep talking,” I tell him, feeling less of the pressure. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

A kiss to my temple, and he tells me how much he’s wanted me. How much he hated hearing my shower run because he couldn’t stop thinking of the first time he saw me naked. He says I’m perfect. He says I’m the most beautiful woman he’ll ever meet, and the only one he’ll ever want and need. He tells me he’s a very possessive man, and he wants to own every inch of my body. He cusses when my inner muscles quiver around him, and his hands tighten around mine and he restrains himself.

I push against him a little and he groans, his breaths ragged. “You keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next, May.”

Seeing him like this is so odd. Vulnerable before me, yet so strong. So masculine, so beautiful.

Again, I push against him, adjusting, squeezing, contracting, until I can take more of him. It’s a test of patience for him, one he performs very well until all that’s left is a few inches. He grunts, slamming into me so hard, I feel it in my stomach.

“Gods, May,” he breathes against my lips, and he’s not the only one swearing.

I lose my fingers in his hair as I pull him closer, holding him snuggly as he starts driving into me with slow, sensuous thrusts. Ethan moans and it is a rich sound that sends ecstasy radiating through me. He pulls back a little and pushes back in, my wet body giving resistance—one that makes him groan again.

He moves in me and retreats, and though I feel his urgency, he doesn’t quicken the pace until I feel freer, until I’m pushing against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I run my hands down his torso, wrapping them around him. His muscles work every time he enters me and arch each time he retreats.

I bite his shoulder when his thrusts quicken, and I shiver beneath him, my head falling back against the bed as his thumb flicks over my clitoris.

A sharp cry escapes me as I jerk, my entire world narrowing down to Ethan, his eyes as he peers down at me with silver-lined eyes, his nostrils as they flare and his muscles as they tense. I clench hard against him with each spasm, and Ethan groans sharply, my name perched on his lips as he spills inside me, panting and shuddering.

I hold him tightly, feeling each shudder with him. He kisses my ear and my nose as he lets out a shaky breath, whispering, “I love you, May.”