Lying next to Ethan after having the first orgasm not provided to me by a vibrator since Ben, was almost earth-shattering, and we hadn’t even had sex yet. I feel so relaxed, but I’m more than ready for Ethan to be inside me.

I roll onto my side, facing Ethan, and run my hand from his shoulder, down his muscular chest and six-pack abs, until I reach his groin. He intercepts my hand before I can wrap it around his hard dick again.

“No,” he growls. “The next time my dick touches you, it’ll be the inside of your sweet pussy. So, if you’re ready for that, then we can proceed.”

“I’m ready.”

I reach for the condom he placed on the nightstand, and rip the package open, handing it to him. I watch as he rolls it down his length, then I flip onto my back, pulling him with me. Ethan brings one of my legs up toward my chest, opening me up to him. He positions himself at my entrance and leans down to kiss me before thrusting inside me.

“Holy shit, you’re big,” I pant out. He fills me completely, sending shockwaves through my body. He stills for a moment as we both adjust before he starts thrusting, slowly building up speed until he’s set a steady rhythm that has both of us gasping with pleasure as we chase our releases.

“That’s. It. Baby,” Ethan tells me, each word punctuated with a slap of his hips against my own. “I want you to come on my cock, milking me of every last drop of cum I have.”

His words hit me, and I look up at him through hooded, lustful eyes. He adjusts, shifting me so my leg is over his shoulder, giving him deeper access. He shows care not to cause any discomfort to my newly-tattooed side, and a tiny smile tips my lips at his concern.

He continues to drive into me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust, and I feel my orgasm drawing nearer. Almost as if he knows, Ethan reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit. I reach up to grab my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples, as we continue our beautiful, erotic dance.

With one more flick of my clit, my orgasm takes over my body. It rolls through me all at once.

My body goes rigid and then limp as I melt further into the mattress. Ethan continues thrusting as he chases his own orgasm, bellowing out in pure pleasure when he comes.

He collapses on top of me, holding enough of his body weight on his arms so he’s not crushing me. We stay like this, him still hard and buried inside of me, until we’ve both had the chance to catch our breath.

Ethan looks down at me and smiles, before lowering his lips to mine. The kiss is soft and tender. Nothing like our frantic kissing from before.

“I think you’ve ruined me,” he whispers against my lips, and I can’t hold back the smile that spreads across my face.

Reluctantly, Ethan pulls out of me and I immediately feel the loss. He heads into the bathroom, disposing of the condom. While he’s gone, I pull the covers down and crawl under them. I have to take a few deep breaths to help calm my nerves stemming from the anticipation of sleeping next to a man again.

Ethan returns from the bathroom and slides into bed next to me, moving toward the center, and pulls me until I’m against his side. I rest my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around my back, his hand on my hip.

We fall into a comfortable silence for a few moments before he speaks up. “Are you okay?” he quietly asks, running his fingers up my side until he reaches my hair, playing with the tousled locks.

I shift so that I can look up at him and see the look of concern on his face. “I’m perfect,” I tell him honestly. “You made me feel again, and for that, I’ll always be grateful. I thought letting another man in would be a lot harder than it was. But it just felt right. You do that to me, and I don’t know why I feel so free and comfortable with you, but I do. It feels as if I’ve known you forever, yet all I want to do is talk to you to find out everything I don’t know yet.”

“You’ll tell me if something doesn’t feel right between us, right? I don’t know what it is about you, either, but this is something I want to explore. I don’t want to walk out your door tomorrow morning to never see you again.”

I smile at his words. “Why, Ethan, did you just ask me to be your girlfriend?” I tease him.

“Yeah, I think I kind of did,” he says, and pulls me to him, kissing me senseless.

We eventually fall asleep, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

* * *

I wake the next morning with Ethan curled up against my back, with his arm securely wrapped around me, and his hand cupping my breast.

I squirm to loosen his grip on me enough to slip out of bed and head for the bathroom. After relieving myself and brushing my teeth quickly, I head out to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and to see what I have that I can throw together for breakfast. I haven’t done my big grocery trip yet, so my fridge and cupboards are still a little bare. I only picked up the essentials to get me through the past few days. I really need to get that done today, especially since I’ll be out at Lilly and Cash’s house all day tomorrow, and possibly staying the night. I’ll have to text Lilly to see if Ethan can come along with me, if he isn’t working all day.

The only things I have left to eat are some bagels, so I decide, maybe once Ethan is up, we can just head out to breakfast somewhere together. I fill two coffee cups, grab the creamer, and head back to my room. I set the coffee and creamer on the nightstand and crawl back into bed, snuggling against Ethan.

I press my lips to his chest and feel him start to stir.

“Good morning,” I quietly tell him.

“Good morning, beautiful,” his sleep-filled voice rasps out, sending tingles down my body.

“I brought you some coffee.”

“Bless you, woman.” He squeezes me once, then sits up and looks at the coffee cups.

“The milky-looking one is mine. I wasn’t sure how you liked yours, so I brought the creamer, as well.”

Ethan hands me mine and then reaches for his cup, adding just a splash of the creamer before taking a large drink.

I take a sip, watching him over the rim of my cup. “What time do you work today, and do you work tomorrow?” I finally ask him.

“I have clients starting at two today, until around seven, and this is my off weekend. We all rotate who’s off at the shop. I only end up working my off weekend if I have clients who have large or multi-day tattoos that were having trouble scheduling in on other days. What are your plans for this weekend?”

“Lilly invited me over tomorrow. They’re having a get-together and she wanted me to come. Said Cash will be grilling for lunch and probably dinner. Told me to bring an overnight bag, so that I can have fun and enjoy myself, and not have to worry about driving home if I’ve had too much to drink. I was going to text her to see if they’d have a problem with you coming with me, if you want.”

“No need to text her, babe.” Ethan leans over and plants a kiss on my lips. “Cash already texted me the other day, and I was already going. Now, I’ll just have someone to drive out to their place with,” he says, winking at me.

“So, while making the coffee, all I could scrounge up to eat were some bagels. I was thinking, maybe we could go out to breakfast. I need to go grocery shopping today to stock my kitchen, but that can wait until you’re at work.”

“Breakfast sounds perfect. Do you mind if I grab a quick shower before we go?”

“As long as I can join you.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t ever have to ask if you can join me in the shower. I’ll gladly help you wash up; I just can’t guarantee it will be a fast shower, if you’re in it with me,” he teases.

We finish our coffee and make our way into the shower. After a very detailed cleansing of each other’s bodies, we finally make it out, throw some clothes on, and head out the door. Ethan doesn’t live very far from me, so we stop at his apartment, so he can change into clean clothes before we head to a diner he insists has the best breakfast in the area.

* * *

After breakfast, Ethan and I hung out at his place until it was time for him to head into work. He wasn’t lying when he said the diner had fantastic food. I foresee that place becoming a favorite.

I finally made it to the store, stocking my kitchen for the upcoming week. Once I’ve put everything away, I putz around my apartment, waiting and willing the hours to pass until Ethan gets off work. He’s still taking me out tonight; said I deserve a proper date. Between clients today, he’s sent me cute little text messages, which have made me swoon all that much more over him.

A little after seven, Ethan arrives at my apartment, overnight bag in hand. After kissing me senseless and dropping his bag in the bedroom, we head out for dinner. Tonight, we’re driving to another part of town, where he’s taking me to his favorite local Italian restaurant. Apparently, this became a favorite place to eat when he was playing hockey for the Predators. The team frequently eats at the restaurant after practices and games.

After dinner, we make our way back to my apartment. We settle in on the couch for another drink before heading to bed. Ethan hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me tonight, and that doesn’t stop once our clothes come off.