Ethan

Unsurprisingly, it hadn’t been the lizard talk that had gotten me hot. It didn’t take much around her, I had an almost permanent hard-on when she was nearby. But hearing how she liked art, that she knew of Las Meninas and liked Baroque—that was fucking hot. I guess I never thought that this was how it could be with a woman. Anna’s brain could turn me on as much as her body could—she created one new experience after another in me.

“What do you think?” She flashed me a smile over her shoulder as she shook her black-lace covered ass. She’d insisted on getting changed in the bathroom so I was trying to be patient, as much as I could be with a hard on and a beautiful woman who was about to move in with me three steps away.

“I think you would look incredible in a garbage bag. Get over here already.”

She stayed where she was, and ran her hands up over her body, cupping those perfect tits and pushing them together. “Do you know what would make these look even better?” She looked up at me from under her eyelashes.

“My dick between them?”

She bit her lip and nodded. It took everything I had not to come right there.

She started to walk toward me and my phone buzzed loudly from the bedside table. Fuck. Ignore it. I was waiting for a couple of confirmations about tomorrow night. It had to be perfect. I quickly checked my watch. Shit, I wouldn’t have time to call them back if I didn’t get this, it was getting late. Anna’s eyes were pinned to mine.

“Honey, I have to get this,” I said as she climbed on to the mattress and lay on her back as I got off the bed and grabbed my phone.

“Do whatever you have to do, baby,” she said as she dipped her fingers into her underwear. “Whatever you have to do.”

Jesus, the blood rushing to my cock was making me dizzy. I kept my eyes flitting between her face and her hand as she started to circle her clit. Fuck, this call was bad timing.

“Scott,” I barked as I answered the phone.

It was the woman making the arrangements for after dinner. Shit, shit, shit. Anna’s back arched as she let out a small moan. I kicked the bed frame and stalked out into the study. She couldn’t overhear this.

* * * * *

It took about ten minutes to get back to Anna.

“Do you think we should get a TV in here?” she asked, the mood clearly having shifted.

“If I’m in here, I want to be fucking you or sleeping. I don’t want to be one of those couples that just end up watching TV in bed. Beds should have only two functions. Speaking of, where were we? Did you finish without me?” I stripped my shirt off and stepped out of my pants.

“I don’t work without you. I’m desperate for you.”

“Desperate for me?”

“Since this morning when you came in from your run, looking so handsome it should have been illegal.” She was pouting and it was fucking cute.

I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of her wanting me since this morning. “What have you been desperate for me to do to you?” I asked, crawling over her lingerie covered body. “This?” I asked, pinching her nipple through the lace. She nodded. “And biting? You like my teeth, don’t you beautiful? The sharp rush that the pain brings?” She squirmed below me and grabbed my hand from her breast and pushed it lower. “You want me to feel you, beautiful?”

She nodded again.

“Tell me.”

“I’m so wet, Ethan. Feel how wet I am.”

My fingers found the edge of her underwear and dipped inside and pushed into the beginning of her slit. She was as wet as she described, just waiting for me to lick her dry. I dragged my fingers along her folds, coating myself in her. She squirmed under my touch, pulling away and pushing toward me as if she couldn’t decide whether she could handle it.

I moved down her body, pulling her underwear from her thighs.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

I couldn’t deny her and I plunged my thumb straight into her, rubbing against the muscles that surrounded me.

“No, I need your dick in me, Ethan. Please, I need it.” She whimpered.

Jesus, her begging was too much, I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.

“Oh, baby, you’re going to have my dick every fucking way.”

I pulled off the bed, stripped off my boxers, stood facing the bed and pulled her across to meet me at the edge of the mattress.

“You want it?” I stroked my erection up and down her folds, coating it in her wetness.

“Ethan, please,” she cried.

I positioned myself at her entrance. She was twisting her hips, trying to get me inside her, but I held her waist firmly so she couldn’t move.

“Once I start, I’m not going to stop. Not ever,” I warned her.

“Don’t ever stop, Ethan, I want you to fuck me forever.”

I couldn’t wait any longer, I thrust balls-deep into her and watched as the air left her body, a mixture of pleasure and lust on her face. I pulled out quickly and pushed into her again and again and again. Quick, hard, rough strokes. She could do nothing but lie there, watching me as I drove into her over and over.

“Oh god, yes,” she screamed.

Hearing her tell me what she liked, what she wanted was a huge turn on. I loved her appetite, for sex, for me. It was intoxicating.

She clenched around me, the beginnings of her orgasm flickering across her body. I wasn’t going to last long, but I had to get her there first.

I palmed her breast and she arched into my hand. “Ethan, I’m close, I can’t wait.”

My eyes darted from her face to between us, where our bodies joined. When I looked back at her she was watching as I pushed into her, so deep.

“God, Ethan, I’m so full with you deep inside me.” Her voice cracked and there she was, her mouth parted and her eyes fixed on mine as her orgasm gripped her. I watched her for as long as I could before I gave in to my own climax and collapsed over her, burying my face in her neck.

Seconds, minutes, hours later her fingers trailed down my spine and my mind wandered back into consciousness.