Once my bra was out of the way, I placed my hand flat against Ethan’s stomach, ran my fingers over the tight muscles there, and then reached for the top button of his jeans as Ethan kissed me again.  He briefly removed his lips from mine and watched my fingers release in turn each of the buttons of the fly.  I hooked my thumbs in the waistband near his hips and pushed the jeans down.  I barely paused before doing the same with the black boxer-briefs underneath.  I just wanted to see him.

I was definitely not disappointed.

He was undoubtedly big.  Not insanely huge or anything but certainly bigger than average.  I never thought I’d use the word beautiful to describe a penis, but his was.  It was long and hard, and when I felt the softness of the skin wrapped around it and saw the glistening head, I couldn’t help but run my hand up and down his length, my thumb wrapping around the tip and spreading the moisture I found back down the shaft.

“If you keep doing that,” Ethan said through clenched teeth, “I’m going to come in your hand.  I don’t really want to do that just yet.”

“Hmm…” I smiled slyly up at him.  “Maybe later.”

“You are going to take me over the edge, aren’t you?” Ethan murmured.  He made quick work of my buttons and managed to hook both my jeans and panties at the same time, drawing them slowly down my legs to the floor.  I stepped out of them, and he walked towards me, pushing me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed.  I lay back, and he crawled over me, seeking my mouth with his.

Ethan kissed over my chin, down my neck, and between the valley of my breasts.  He glanced up at me and smiled again before tilting his head to one side and rolling one of my nipples around with his tongue.  I moaned and arched my back as he took it fully into his mouth and sucked and licked at my nipple.  He reached for the other one and rolled it between two fingers for a minute, then switched and sucked on that nipple as well.  I felt his hand run over my breast, then drop lower across my stomach.

My thighs tensed, and I tried to keep my hips from bucking as he moved south, running his fingers below my belly button and then around to the side, not touching me where I wanted him.  I moaned again but this time in protest.  Ethan chuckled and traced small circles on my inner thigh before he moved back up again.

He slid his fingers down between my legs, running along the outside of my labia and then finding entrance to the folds of flesh covering my core.  He teased me with the tip of his finger over my entrance, gathering the moisture there and sliding it upwards, around my clitoris.

“Ethan…oh, yes…”

“You like that?” he whispered with his lips still hovering over my nipple.  He dipped down between my legs, then to the top once more, circling that most sensitive spot again before he moved back down.  “You’re so wet, Ashlyn.  Are you wet for me?”

“Yes…please…”

“Did you get wet just thinking about my cock?” he asked, and I inhaled sharply.  “Did you know how hard you were making me out there?  Running your hands over my tats?  Did you know what you were doing to me?  All I could think about was getting inside of you.  Is that what you wanted?  Did you want me so hard I couldn’t think straight?”

I made some sort of incoherent sound.  I couldn’t find any intelligible words.  I wasn’t expecting Ethan to be such a dirty talker, and his words were affecting me almost as much as his touch.

“Well, it fucking worked; I can tell you that.”

A chill raced up my torso as Ethan pulled his hand away and rolled over to the other side of the bed.  I whimpered for a moment and then heard a drawer open and the tearing of cardboard packaging.  Ethan rolled back with a condom in his hand, tearing the foil wrapper with his teeth as he collided with my side.  I giggled, and he blushed.

“Did you buy those today?” I asked.

“Um, I, uh, I didn’t think….I mean…shit!  There is no way for me to answer that question without getting into trouble, is there?”

“Probably not.”  I chuckled and shook my head.  I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“You just said that to get a reaction out of me, didn’t you?” he asked.  His eyes narrowed a little, and I bit down on my lip, shrugging my shoulders.

Ethan looked into my eyes and placed his lips softly against mine,.  Then that particular smile that was always threatening to make me wet appeared—as if I needed the help now.  Then he winked…actually winked at me as he reached down and stroked himself slowly from base to tip and back again before unrolling the condom over his length.  With a light touch, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, and his fingers traced around my entrance before slowly guiding his tip to me.

“You’re sure, aren’t you?” he said while his eyes begged me not to make him stop.  I nodded quickly because there was nothing I wanted more.  I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, giving him a better angle.

He sank into me…so…so…slowly, his eyes never straying from mine.  I felt myself stretch to let him inside, my body moving in tandem with his until the union mirrored perfection.  It felt like forever before he was completely inside of me—and it was the best forever I had ever felt in my life.

It wasn’t because he was big, though that was also quite nice.  It wasn’t because of his slow penetration and intense stare.  It wasn’t even because of how insanely beautiful he was, hovering over me and looking down at me like he just might have me for dessert.

It was just because it was Ethan.

He shifted his hips back almost as slowly and then he pushed forward again.  I looked down, watching the place where our bodies met as he slowly impaled me over and over again.

“Oh…mmm…Ethan…my God…”  I heard a variety of mumbled curses and prayers come out of my mouth as he thoroughly made me completely and totally his.

“You are so fucking hot.” Ethan breathed warm air into my ear.  “Every time I look at you…and you’re looking down where you can see me enter you…so fucking hot.  Do you like watching?”

“Yes…oh, God…Ethan…” I groaned and bucked up against him, meeting each of his slow, purposeful thrusts and watching his considerable length move in and out of me.  “So good…”

“I could come just watching you,” he said.  He pulled out of me slowly until the tip of his cock was just barely inside my entrance and then slowly pushed back into me until he filled me completely.  “So fucking hot.”

“I want you on top.” He moaned into my ear.  “I want to see you on top, sliding up and down my cock.  I want to watch you fucking me.”

“Yes,” I said.  I felt my breathing increase, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.  “Please.”

“Mmm…”  Ethan’s tongue traced over the edge of my ear, then down my throat.  “I like that.  Say please again.”

“Please…Ethan.”

“Please what?”

“Please…I want to fuck you…” I grabbed his chin and turned his head to face me.  I crushed my lips to his and bucked up against him.  “I want to ride you.”

“So fucking hot…”

Our bodies rolled together, Ethan holding tight to my hips and pushing hard against me to make sure he didn’t slip out.  I sat up, straddled his hips with him still deep inside, and looked down into his eyes as he looked back up at me.  His eyes sparkled, and his breath came out of his slightly parted lips in short pants.  He trailed his fingertips up my sides, tickling a little before they moved around to the front and cupped my breasts.  He rolled his thumbs in circles around my nipples, sending a streak of electricity to my clit.

I leaned back a bit more, feeling the pressure building inside of me as the angle changed and Ethan’s eyes squeezed shut.  I couldn’t help but smile down at him—his eyes clenched, his jaw set, and his chest moving rapidly with his breaths.  I reached down and placed my palms against his chest, running my fingers over his nipple rings.  Ethan groaned in response, and I felt his hand sneak between us, reaching for my clit.  I used the leverage to raise myself up until only the tip was still inside of me, then slowly lowered myself back down until he was again buried to the hilt.

“Christ, Ashlyn…you feel so fucking good…so warm…”

Ethan used his first two fingers to circle around my clit, bringing me closer to the edge as I increased the pace.  He spread his fingers apart and turned his hand around, placing his palm flat against my pubic bone while also adding stimulus around the outside, right next to where we were connected.  It was more than enough to send me over the edge since the sensation was building to the point where I could feel it in my legs as they tightened on either side of his hips.  I leaned forward, grinding against his hand, which in turn put the much needed pressure against my clit.  I felt all of my muscles tense around his shaft, pulling him deeper into me as I came around him, crying out and tossing my head back.

“Oh…my…God, Ashlyn!” Ethan screamed out, his words staccato gasps from his throat.  “Oh!  Shit!  Fuck!  Ashlyn!”

His hands tensed and pulled me flush to him, his body trembling with one final shudder.   He was holding his breath as he tensed and pulsed inside me and eventually let it out in one long, slow exhale.  He gently released his grip on my hips and rolled us both to our sides carefully.  He reached between us to grab the edge of the condom before pulling out slowly.

He tied the condom expertly and tossed it into the wastebasket on the other side of the nightstand before rolling back and wrapping one arm around my waist.  He propped himself up with the other arm and gazed down at me for a moment, his bright eyes lightening to reveal his playful side.  He leaned down and nipped his lips across the line of my jaw.  I reached up to tug at his hair.  Within a couple of minutes, we were making out again, and I could feel his rapid breaths on my skin.  He pulled his mouth away and touched his forehead to mine, a wicked grin on his face.

I stared up at him as I ran my hand down his side to his hip.  We’d just finished, and I already wanted him inside me again.

“I guess you’re over the age thing.”

“I guess I am.”  I laughed loudly.

“Ashlyn,” Ethan said against my lips, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I responded.

“Would you think I was out of my mind if I asked you to move in with me?”

“Yes,” I replied with a chuckle, “I would.”

“Would you consider moving in with a crazy guy, then?”

“I have no idea why you would even say that,” I said, giggling.  Though I would be the first to admit that sex with Ethan was undoubtedly the best I had ever had, I wasn’t about to just move in with anyone.  In the past, I had barely been able to handle Presley as a roommate.

“I like having you here,” Ethan said.  He tightened his grip a little.  “I actually like being here again, which I haven’t in a long time.  You make this place feel alive, and I really want you to be here all the time.”

“Ethan, I can’t move in with you!”

“Can’t?” he asked.  “Are you afraid of breaking your lease?  Somehow I don’t think the financial part of it concerns you.”

“No, I’m not worried about that,” I said.  My mind flitted back to the feelings I had in my apartment.  “Ethan, we just met!  How could you even consider asking me to move in with you?”

“I know enough about you and what kind of person you are,” he said.  “I know I want you to be here.  What difference would it make if I waited six months or a year to ask you?”

“Maybe you won’t like me in six months,” I replied.  “You may not like me in six days.”

“Do you think it will be more difficult for you to move out seven days from now than it would be seven months from now?  People who have known and dated each other for years sometimes move in together or get married or whatever and still split up later.  Shit happens.  Shit could happen today or next year, but it will still be shit.”

I had to laugh at that one, and he returned the crooked smile before he started kissing up my jaw again.

“Think about it?” he asked, blowing soft, warm air against my ear.

“Not fair,” I said.  “Anything I say now would be considered ‘under the influence.’”

“Under the influence of what?”

“Ethan Ramsey’s lips.”

He laughed and started up the other side of my face.

“Please?” he whispered when he reached my other ear.  “Please think about it?”

“I’ll consider thinking about it,” I said.

“Good enough for now,” he decided.

At least my words had appeased him, but I wasn’t so sure I meant them.  Would I really consider doing such a thing?  Aside from the fact that I quite liked my own apartment, moving in with someone seven years younger than me was crazy, wasn’t it?  Besides, I liked having my own personal space and things that were strictly mine.  Even if I didn’t consider any of that, I had only known Ethan since Friday.

But I knew him.  I really, really knew him.  I knew how honest he was about everything, including how he felt when he knew his words might be upsetting.  I knew exactly where I stood with him and never had to beg him to tell me how he felt.  He was charismatic and kind.  He was generous with his friends, and from what he had said, they seemed to be the same way with him.  He lived for the moment, which was refreshing and exciting.

Even after such a short time, I felt like I knew him better than any man I had ever known in my life.  Maybe I could consider moving in here with him.  I had to admit the idea of waking up just like I had yesterday morning was quite tempting.  Perhaps I would consider doing something so completely out of character for my normal, think-things-through self and jump on an opportunity that just felt right.  Maybe I would do something just a little bit spontaneous and take the astute advice Ethan wore so proudly: carpe diem.