Chapter Twenty-Four
Devon
Ethan had one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, and he was looking at me with that lopsided smile of his that I liked so much. I was vibrating with joy. Everything felt like it had all fallen into place over the last couple hours.
I had Heather back, finally, and there was nothing more important to me than that.
Well, almost nothing.
I padded over to the sofa and stood in front of Ethan. He looked up at me with his head resting on the back pillows. “Yes?” he asked, his eyes glittering mischievously.
I drummed my fingers on my round belly. “I was pondering all the things I could do to thank you for what you did tonight.”
“Really?” he asked, his arm falling from the back of the couch. He put a hand on each of my hips and drew me down on top of him. “I’m sure that brilliant mind of yours could come up with something splendid in no time.”
“You have a lot of faith in me,” I said.
“I don’t think it’s misplaced,” he grinned.
“Not at all,” I breathed, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips.
As I kissed him, I let my hands wander up his chest. I slipped them under the collar of his shirt and felt the tight, firm muscles there. He tasted like wine, and the stubble around his lips tickled my skin. I began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
“That was thanks enough,” Ethan muttered as I sank to the ground between his knees. “Consider the slate clean.”
His shirt was undone now, and from the ground, I had the most spectacular view of him. His shirt was open and framed his abs and chest. He looked like a chiseled, dark-haired god in the dim lighting of the living room. His jaw looked even sharper from down here, and his eyes danced in shadow beneath his brows.
I started to undo his belt. I let the buckle fall open and then popped open the button of his pants and pulled down his fly.
“I haven’t even gotten started,” I said softly, slipping my hands inside his pants to massage his stiffening shaft through his boxers.
“I wish I had some silver nipples covers,” he teased.
I paused, one hand cupping his balls, the other pulling the waistband of his boxers away from his stomach. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he grinned. “Forgive me for saying something so foolish at a time like this?”
I grinned back as I pulled him free of his boxers. I ran my hand gently up his shaft and played with his velvety soft tip. “Forgiven,” I whispered.
He was hard as a rock in my hands. It never took long with him. As soon as the idea of sex was on the table, his cock was ready. I loved that. It made me feel sexy and beautiful and desired.
I leaned back, and he watched as I used the hair tie on my wrist to secure my hair in a ponytail. He arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the amount of preparation I was putting into this, and waited until I leaned in. The insides of his thighs were warm against my shoulders as I took his shaft in my hand.
I parted my lips and pressed them gently to his tip. Then, I pressed my tongue against him and ever so slowly eased him into my mouth.
I was going to take my time. I was going to show him how grateful I was by giving him the best blowjob he had ever received.
I took as much of him in my mouth as I could before I backed off, keeping my lips sealed around him until I released his tip with a pop. Then I lowered myself so I could suckle his balls, one at a time, slowly and deliberately, while I worked his cock up and down with one hand.
He was watching me. I loved when he watched me. Especially when I was doing a good job. I liked to see the tightness in his jaw as I worked him over. He was so sexy.
I trailed my tongue up his shaft, swirled it around the head, and then slid him back into my mouth. I heard him moan softly, and the sound drove me wild. I felt wetness in my panties.
I took all of him this time. The tip of his cock pressed up against the back of my throat, and my mouth filled with saliva. I kept it wet as I began to really suck him off. I puckered my cheeks and pushed my tongue against him. He moaned and rested his head back. His eyes fell closed.
I massaged his balls with one hand as I continued to suck him. Soon his hips were moving up to me, encouraging me to go faster, to take all of him in my throat with each and every thrust. I did. I loved the way it felt when my mouth was so full of him that I couldn’t breathe. He held himself there, deep against my throat, and then lowered his hips back down to the sofa.
I licked and teased him until his cock was jerking between my lips.
Then he pulled away from me. I looked up at him, knowing there must be something he wanted, something he needed.
“I need to taste you,” he said, “right now.” He lay down on the sofa and tossed half the cushions off. Then he pulled his pants off. “Get over here.”
I smiled and got to my feet. I put on a show for him of turning around and taking off my stretchy black pants. I bent over, giving him a view of my ass and panty covered crotch. Then I took those off too, spun them around on one finger, and then shot them across the room like an elastic band. He chuckled and waited patiently as I took off my shirt.
I couldn’t do that in the same sexy way because of my round belly, but I tried nonetheless. Ethan seemed to appreciate it because when I got within arm’s reach of him, he reached out and pulled me to him.
He had me face the opposite way and then told me to straddle his face. Just thinking about his tongue against my pussy made my cheeks hot.
As I planted my knees above his shoulders, I felt that same tension gather below my belly. The heat between my legs was unbearable, and as I lowered myself down on my elbows, his finger ran over my slit.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered beneath me.
“I can’t help it,” I said before sealing my lips over his cock again. Somehow he felt even harder than before.
“Fuck,” he breathed, slipping a finger inside me.
I moaned in response. He worked slowly, sliding his finger in and out, as I matched his rhythm with my mouth.
When he took his finger out of me, he pushed my lips apart and his tongue ran over my slit. He licked me up and down, softly at first, avoiding my clit. I waited, the heat and tension in my belly gathering as I anticipated the moment where he would finally lick my most sensitive spot.
His tongue darted inside me.
I braced myself above him and tried to take more of his cock in my throat. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. I wanted to make him come. I wanted it in my mouth more than I wanted anything else.
His hips began moving up and down beneath me. His breathing was quicker than it had been. He was getting close to his breaking point.
Ethan’s tongue flicked over my clit.
My moan was muffled by his cock in my mouth. He moaned into my pussy at the same time.
He started suckling my clit the way he knew I liked. He drew it into his mouth and ran his tongue over the swollen tip of it. I felt a spasm of excitement ripple through me. I was so close. The tightness was building. The release was moments away.
His hips lifted, and I took all of him once more. He moaned again and stopped eating me out. “Fuck,” he whispered, “suck it just like that.”
I bobbed my head up and down, burying his cock in my throat each time. His hips rose to meet me every time I came down.
Suddenly his finger was inside me, and his lips were sealed over my clit. I moaned. His cock filled my throat. Another finger slipped inside me. He buried them up to his knuckles and then fucked me hard while his tongue flicked over my clit.
I was going to come.
I clutched the sofa cushion beneath him as he bucked wildly, and then all at once, hot spurts of come hit the back of my throat. The sound that came from him was a primal sort of growl, and as it left his throat, the tightness below my belly gave way.
I came, and he kept his mouth pressed to me, tasting all of it. I continued sucking him off until I had every last drop of him. Then I licked him clean and straightened above him.
When I slid off, he sat up. He was breathless but smiling.
“That was the best head I’ve ever had,” he said.
“That’s what I was going for,” I smiled, running a finger over my bottom lip and catching more of his come. I licked it off my finger.
“Goddamn, you’re sexy,” he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me down to his lap. I straddled him and wrapped my hands behind his head.
“You’re pretty sexy yourself,” I said. I could feel his cock between my legs. He was still hard.
His right hand trailed up my thigh and slipped down to my pussy. He ran his fingers over my clit and watched me the whole while. I bit my bottom lip and matched his stare.
He slipped a finger in me.
“I don’t need anymore,” I whispered. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”
Ethan shook his head. “This makes me feel good.”
He slipped another finger inside me. I couldn’t help but smile as he found my G-spot. He worked me over with expertise until I was nothing but pleasure atop him.
“Do you want me to make you come again?” he asked.
“Yes,” I pleaded.
“You’re sure?”
“Please,” I moaned.
He obliged. I clung to him as he banged me with his fingers. When I came, he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, and he explored my mouth with his tongue until we had to break apart so I could catch my breath.
“You’re too good to me,” I said.
He kissed my breasts and cupped them in his hands. Then he rested his hands on my belly and met my eye. There wasn’t anything that needed to be said. We sat, hot and sweaty and naked, as close to one another as we could be with his hand on my round belly.
I put my hand over his.