ELLIE
My whole body felt like it was falling apart, making me feel as soft as gelatin. Even though I had had a fair number of partners, Ethan was the only one who had managed to make me experience multiple orgasms.
I was exhausted after feeling repeated waves of pleasure crashing over me, making my entire body vibrate. What I felt wasn’t just satisfaction; it was something supreme. I had no idea how long he had been buried between my legs, worshiping me with his sensual and dark gaze.
“If you keep this up… you’re going to end up killing me,” I whispered breathlessly as he kissed the junction between my thigh and my sex.
“From the expressions you’ve made, I’d say it wouldn’t be such a bad way to die.” He smiled wickedly before kissing my mound.
No, it wouldn’t be. My hands were still bound with his belt, above my head. My hair was wet, soaking the sheet beneath my head.
Dragging himself across the bed, he traced his lips along my skin until he reached my navel, his tongue continuing its path, gliding between my ribs, making my entire body shiver. He kissed between my breasts before taking one in each hand.
His lips closed around one nipple while he tormented the other with his fingers, drawing soft moans from me. Even though I had just come, I could feel the desire growing inside me again. I wanted to touch him and explore his body just as he was doing with mine.
“Let me go, I want to touch you,” my voice came out husky and low.
“Ask properly,” he whispered, smiling against my chest.
“Please.”
I saw his smile widen. Kneeling, he leaned over to free my wrists and then positioned himself between my legs. Throwing off the towel around his waist, he leaned in to kiss me.
I held his face with one hand and moved the other between our bodies, reaching for his cock and squeezing it. He began to move his hips against my hand while his naughty tongue made me forget anything but us. I was starting to feel jealous of my hand. Pulling away from my lips, he continued to move.
“I know what you want, but I want to hear you say it,” he whispered, not taking his eyes off my face.
“I want you.”
“What do you want from me?” His lips closed around my neck and I closed my eyes.
Oh my God.
“Your cock.”
I felt his smile on my skin.
“Where?”
“Inside me.”
“How much do you want it?”
“A lot. Please.”
A second later, he was filling me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting more. With my eyes closed, I savored the sensation that made my whole body want to ignite. I explored his back, moving up his spine, feeling the warm, firm skin under my fingers.
“Oh my God. Yes.” I moaned as I felt him go deep. I opened my eyes to watch the sensual way he moved his hips between my legs.
The sight was almost overwhelming, his perfect body moving over mine, his face with a sexy and tormented expression. This time there was no rush or urgency in the way he moved. I watched as he seemed to savor every motion, entering, exiting, and plunging in again, while also observing my reaction.
It felt like there was a different intimacy that hadn’t been there before. I reached for his face above mine, pulling him into a heated, wet kiss. Gradually, his pace quickened, thrusting faster and harder. I relished every drop of pleasure that spread over my skin.
He was so big I could feel the pressure inside me, forcing space to accommodate him. The sensation was maddening, building up, ever closer to exploding. Our bodies were beginning to sweat, sliding easily against each other, making erotic noises, and his skin was so hot against mine.
I felt it all once more, shivers, my reason slipping away, my body trembling, pleasure overtaking me. But this time, our eyes didn’t look away when we both came, gasping, with our lips parted. I felt him spill warm inside me.
As I stared at his face, I realized. I didn’t hate him at all. I had to admit that. He could annoy me sometimes and act like a bastard, but that wasn’t hate; what I hated was that he could make me feel all these things in a way no one else had before.
That’s why I had been trying to hate him since the day I met him. Ethan wasn’t the type of man for me, I knew that, but still, I couldn’t stay away. He could never be mine the way I wanted, but here we were, playing a dangerous game that I was sure would end badly.
Not for him, but for me. He seemed quite capable of moving on and forgetting everything that was happening between us. But I knew I couldn’t. I knew myself well enough to know that I wouldn’t be able to forget or get over this anytime soon, especially when everything was so intense.
Maybe it was too late to back away, but that wasn’t what I wanted either. Even knowing it could end badly for me and even if we had an expiration date, I wanted with all my might to keep enjoying it. I knew it was reckless and not smart at all, but I didn’t care.
And even though I knew I shouldn’t think about it, I was wondering if there was a glimmer of hope that someday he might overcome his trauma and try to have something with someone again. Maybe. And maybe it wouldn’t be with me.
Maybe at this moment, he just might not be interested enough to want to try. But one day, he could fall in love with someone again, and that feeling would be so strong that he wouldn’t have a choice but to try. How strong had his feelings for his ex been, to hurt him so much and make him close off forever?
He had pulled out of me and was now lying beside me, stroking my arm.
“Did you love her?” I asked with my head resting on his chest.