Chapter Twenty
Devon
Ethan’s beach house was one of the most breathtaking homes I had ever set foot in. It was a sprawling home perched right on the beach. The back of the house was entirely made of windows, giving a panoramic view of the ocean and the night sky.
Everything inside was bright and airy, quite the opposite of his Upper East Side apartment. The furniture was white and covered in lavish white and gray blankets and pillows. The floors were pale hardwood, and the house seemed to stretch on and on, each room giving way to another that was equally as beautiful as the last.
I fell down onto the plush couch in the living room at the back of the house. Ethan had turned on the fireplace. The flames danced over crystals behind the glass and reflected in the windows. He sat down beside me, resting one hand on my knee as he put his heels up on the coffee table.
We were both tuckered out from our day of exploring. We had ordered dinner in. Ethan picked the place, excitedly telling me that the little restaurant he always ordered from had the best Greek food in all of New York. He had been right.
I enjoyed the meal, and then we sat outside on his patio wrapped up in blankets while our food settled. When it got too cold, we came in.
“So you enjoyed your first trip to the Hamptons?” Ethan asked, his hand wandering from my knee down to my thigh.
“Thoroughly,” I said. “It’s so much better than I imagined it. And this place,” I said, looking up at the high ceilings, crown molding, and lavish fireplace, “this place is a dream.”
Ethan grinned. “It’s better with company. Normally, I’m here on my own.”
“Oh,” I said. “I could enjoy it solo too. I can’t wait to wake up and sit out on the patio with a cup of tea and look out at that view. I’ve never seen anything like it.” I rested my hand on his resting on my thigh.
He was leaning back against the sofa cushions. He rolled his head to look over at me. He looked so good with that lopsided smile playing on his lips. I had been admiring it the whole time we were in town and while we were walking on the beach. Even though we were constantly surrounded by things to see and do, I only had eyes for him. He was so much more fascinating to watch than everything else.
“You all right?” Ethan asked.
I nodded. “I’m great.”
“Good,” he said, leaning closer to me. “So am I.”
His lips grazed my neck. I shivered at his touch. That all too familiar tightness formed below my belly, an ache I knew I had to ease. I needed him.
I curled into him, wrapping my hands around his neck and drawing him to me. He crushed his body against mine, squishing my breasts against his chest and running his hands up my thighs. Our kiss became a wild, passionate thing, and soon he was pinching my bottom lip between his teeth.
I giggled, and he pulled away.
“Your skin is cold,” he whispered.
“I’m a little chilled from being outside all day,” I confessed.
He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He led me up a winding staircase to the loft master bedroom that looked down over the living room and out through the back windows of the house. I paused to soak in the sight of it before letting him pull me through a doorway into the bathroom.
Ethan flicked on the lights, revealing a luxurious en suite with all the modern furnishings of his penthouse. In the middle of the bathroom was a glass-walled rain shower that was the size of my old bedroom in my campus apartment. Ethan opened the door, leaned in, and turned on the water. Lights along the edges of the glass walls glowed dimly, and Ethan went to the light switch on the wall. He turned them off, and soon, we were plunged into the dim lighting of the shower lights.
Ethan approached me and unzipped my jeans. Then he worked my sweater off over my head. He pulled my jeans off, then my socks, and soon I was standing before him in my matching pink bra and panties.
I undressed him next, starting with his shirt and then his jeans. When he was naked, he cupped my cheeks and kissed me, softly this time, until I felt like I might melt into him. As he kissed me, he reached behind me and undid my bra. It fell to the ground between us. We broke apart, and I shimmied my panties down my legs.
The steam was wondrous, and the hot droplets of water bounced off Ethan’s shoulders. I marveled at his muscles glistening in the water as he put his hands on my waist and pulled me to him. He kissed me once more, his hands wandering all over my body, causing my skin to break out in gooseflesh.
He backed me up against one of the glass walls and then lifted my right leg. He held me there, pinned and helpless, while his tongue explored my mouth and his free hand wandered down between my legs to stroke my clit. I whimpered into our kiss, and he slipped a finger inside me.
I clung to him for support as my body celebrated the sensation it had been yearning for. My legs were weak, but I was hungry, and I wanted more.
He pushed another finger inside me and fucked me with his hand until I came. Satisfied with his work, he pulled his fingers out, stepped closer, and put his cock in me.
My shoulder blades pressed up against the glass with each thrust as he fucked me. I still had my arms wrapped around his shoulders to hold myself up. It was almost too much, but I didn’t dare tell him to stop.
Soon he spun me around and bent me over. I braced myself with my hands over my head against the glass as he eased himself back inside me. He thrust in and out of me, his hands pulling my hips against his eagerly, until I came. I cried out, not worried about neighbors or people hearing me for once, and trembled in his hands.
He drew me back up and turned me back to him. His lips sealed over mine and kissed me roughly as he fumbled to turn off the water. We made our way out of the shower to the bedroom where Ethan towel dried me with care.
I spun away from him and climbed up on the bed on my hands and knees. The blankets were soft and luxurious. Ethan watched me with hungry dark eyes as I fell on my side and rolled over on the blankets, pinching them between my fingers. My hair was still wet and cool, and the warm blankets felt heavenly against my sensitive skin.
“Are you going to join me or what?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows and resting my chin in my hands.
“I’m just enjoying the view,” he said. “Can’t a guy have a minute?”
I smiled and rolled onto my back. Ethan watched, his cock rock-hard and reaching for his belly button, as I let my legs fall open. Then, I began touching myself for him.
The lust in his eyes set my soul on fire. I played with my clit. Then, as if dared by my own subconscious, I slipped a finger inside my tight, wet pussy.
It was too much for him.
Ethan joined me on the bed and pressed his hand on top of mine, keeping my finger inside me. He pressed his own fingers to my clit and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth and relished the feeling of him controlling me. I was so turned on.
When we broke apart, he took me gently by the hips and turned me over. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it under my hips and then asked me if I was comfortable. When I nodded, he pushed my legs together and held himself above me in a push-up position.
I had never had sex like this before.
I looked up at him over my shoulder as he lowered himself down. I felt his cock slip between my thighs, and then he eased it up, pushing between my folds and into my pussy. The pillow beneath me helped him enter me at just the right angle.
I closed my eyes, and he brought a hand up the side of my jaw, leaned over me, and kissed me upside down. All the while, he was moving in and out of me.
It was exquisite. My body was singing with pleasure as he buried his shaft in me as deep as he could go. He held my face to his, demanding I stay where I was, and he fucked me like no one ever had.
When he released my jaw, he put his hand in the middle of my back, encouraging me to lie flat. I did as he wanted, my breasts flattening on the mattress beneath me. I curled my fingers in the blankets as he planted his fists on either side of me.
His thighs slapped against my ass as he fucked me harder. Each thrust pushed the breath from my lungs, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping and moaning every time he filled me.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to my shoulder. He rained kisses up the back of my neck and along my jaw. He pulled my hair to the side and pinned my head in place as he bucked more wildly against me.
I was about to come undone. I told him I was going to come. He straightened above me and spread my thighs and ass so he could get even deeper inside me. He rocked back and forth, his cock slipping in and out of my wet pussy and hitting the deepest spot he had ever hit.
My toes curled. I buried my face in the blankets, bracing for the scream I knew was coming that I couldn’t stop.
When I came, I lost myself. I screamed into the blanket, and my pussy tightened around his cock. Ethan came at the same time. I could hear his deep moan in the back of his throat as he blew his load. My orgasm lasted longer than any I had ever had.
When we were done, it took me a while to catch my breath. I stayed where I was, draped over the pillow, as Ethan rolled onto his back beside me. He was out of breath too. His eyes were closed, and one hand was resting across his chest.
My body was completely satisfied. All I had wanted was sex. The second trimester of this pregnancy had been wreaking havoc on my hormones, and I was so thankful Ethan was there and more than willing to fuck my brains out on a near-daily basis. If not for him, I wasn’t sure what I would do. That ache that always bloomed in my belly couldn’t be eased without his cock. No toy would ever do the trick. Ethan was the only thing that could tame my sex-crazy mind and body.
I sighed and closed my eyes. Ethan put his hand on the back of my thigh. We stayed like that, exhausted from the day. When I woke, I was tucked under the blankets and facing the proper way. Ethan was sleeping peacefully beside me, and pale light was streaming in through the windows facing the living room.
The view wouldn’t be better than the feeling of sleeping next to Ethan, so I closed my eyes and drifted off again, enjoying the feeling on his bare thigh pressed against mine.