Anna
I’d never experienced the Ethan that I’d seen today. He seemed on the verge of losing control. Maybe it shouldn’t have been, but it was hot.
I felt a breeze over my sex as I lay there, exposed, my ass in the air. I knew he was looking at me, watching me ready for him. I had to stifle a moan at the thought. He’d brought me to the brink with his tongue and then stopped. I wanted to scream at him in frustration but I also wanted to give him what he wanted, what he seemed to need. He was trying to deal with his frustration by punishing me. Maybe I shouldn’t have been, but I was okay with that. I wanted to give him everything.
His large hands covered my ass and the bed dipped behind me. I stayed still. I knew I shouldn’t break position. I was his to do with what he wanted.
He ran a finger from my clit to my ass and I bit down on the comforter to stop from showing my pleasure.
“I can feel you, so ready for me, Anna. But this isn’t about your pleasure.” He growled and then thrust into me and pulled out straight away.
My heart was pounding and all I could focus on was him. His voice felt like it was coming from inside me, as if I were a part of him and him a part of me. He thrust again and my hands gripped the bedcovers.
“You feel this?” he asked, pushing in to me again and then starting a relentless rhythm. “You feel what my dick can do to you?”
I gasped in response.
“No one can do this to you, can they Anna? No one fucks you like I do?”
“No. No one.” I gulped.
“You can’t help yourself can you? You come so easily with my dick inside you. But not yet. I’m not going to let you come yet, do you hear me?”
His words sent sweet sensations to my clit and I knew that with a few more of his punishing strokes my orgasm would overtake me.
“Answer me,” he growled.
“Ethan, I’m . . .” I was close and I couldn’t stop, it was like a freight train hurtling toward me. And then he was gone. He was no longer inside me and his hands had left my hips. A small whimper escaped me along with my orgasm.
I collapsed flat on my front as Ethan went into the bathroom.
Shit, he was really pissed at me. A loud bang came from the behind the door and I scrabbled to my feet and across the room, poking my head around the door.
Ethan was sitting on the edge of the bath, his head in his hands, his knuckles scrapped.
I knelt in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs. “I’m sorry,” I said softly.
He didn’t look at me. “You’re angry because I kept something important from you. And although I didn’t lie, I should have told you when you asked me and I’m sorry.”
“It’s more than that,” he replied.
My heart lurched. What was he going to say? That he couldn’t get past it? A fleeting thought of him leaving filled me with dread.
“Tell me.” It was all I could manage.
“I hate the thought of you with someone else. Anyone else.”
It wasn’t what I was expecting and my dread gave way to warmth.
“I’m not with anyone else. I’m not sure I ever have been.” Ethan was different. I knew that, right at that moment.
His eyes lifted to mine, as if trying to see more of me. I wanted him to see inside me. I meant what I’d said to Ethan. Men before him were irrelevant to me. Time before him was irrelevant to me.
He traced a thumb across my cheek. “This is difficult, I feel like I’m fucking this up.”
Too difficult? “I only want you, Ethan. I’ve only ever been looking for you and you’re not going to mess this up—I won’t let you. And you’ve got to stop me from messing this up, too.”
He looked pained and his hands dropped to my shoulders. I took one of his hands in mine and kissed the knuckle.
“What did you do?” I whispered.
“It’s fine,” he said.
“Don’t go punching walls. Talk to me. As much as you want me to communicate to you, it’s got to work both ways. We’re still getting to understand each other, it’s going to be lumpy but you were right when you said that talking things out is the way through the bumps.”
He nodded. I stood up and held out my hand for him to take it. Instead he pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head on my chest. I kissed him on the head and pushed my fingers through his hair.
We stayed there for long minutes, things settling between us. We had revealed new and hidden parts of ourselves today. Not deliberately, but fundamentally. We lay exposed and vulnerable. As if we had just climbed to the summit of a mountain, it felt like we needed time to recover and recuperate before we got up and enjoyed the view.
Eventually Ethan stood and led me back to bed and we lay our limbs intertwined and our bodies as close as they could be, reassuring ourselves and each other.
Ethan kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry for overreacting,” he said.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I do. I underestimated you, me, us. I tried to punish you.”
“Ethan, you fucking me will never be a punishment. It’s all pleasure.”
He pulled me closer. “Are we okay?”
“We’re more than okay.”
“Can I fuck you properly now?” he grinned at me and I laughed at him.
“Anytime baby.”
Before the words were out of my mouth he had my body pinned to the mattress with his hips, his hard-on pressed against my thigh, his lips on my neck.
“I’ve left a mark,” he said.
“Always,” I replied, my hands trailing down his back.
He brought his head up to look at me. “I’m serious, Anna. Your neck.”
“It’s fine. I like it.”
“You like it?” He cocked his eyebrow at me.
“I do. It says that I belong to you.”
“Jesus, you’re making me hard.”
“And I like that as well,” I said as he started to rub himself up and down my thigh, getting higher and closer.
“You do?”
I nodded. He nudged at my entrance and I brought my legs up around his hips.
“You’re insatiable,” he said, trailing his cock up to my clitoris. I arched against him.
“Only for you,” I whispered.
I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and he quickly sheathed his erection.
He plunged into me and stilled, filling me body and mind. He pressed himself close to me, his forehead against mine, and moved slowly, pressing deeper and deeper. His weight on me made me feel safe and protected, his hands under my shoulders were pushing me toward him. The heat and sweat built between us, intermingling.
“Anna,” he breathed into my mouth and I dug my heels into his bottom, urging him closer to me. I thought it couldn’t get better between us but this was different, closer, more intimate. I reached for his face and trailed across my fingers his cheekbones.
“Ethan,” I whispered back.
It washed over me. Love. I loved him. All of a sudden, I was clear—all the emotions of the day had coming crashing down because I was trying to squash what we had together—what I felt for him. I was in love with this man. The beautiful man that was above me, inside me. “Ethan.” I didn’t say what my whole body felt. Today had been complicated enough. There would be time.
I brushed my lips against his and squeezed my muscles around him and he groaned. I loved to hear what my body could do to him—it was such a turn on. My nipples hardened against his chest, dragging across his skin as he shifted above me. His pace quickened but his movements were still small and intense. His muscles clenched as if her were putting every ounce of his energy into his small movements.
He circled his hips slightly and my moan caught in my throat. He watched me as I held my breath. He thrust again and again, reaching farther and farther inside and then we were both there. Right at the same time, in that white light, together, watching each other.
His body was rigid for a few long seconds and then he collapsed onto me, his head against my neck—panting, licking, sucking.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he growled breathlessly.
My breathing slowed “Hmmm” was all I could manage and I trailed my fingertips up and down his spine. I wanted him to stay on top of me like that forever.