Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Ethan unlocked the door to his loft. I expected him to hold the door for me, acting like the perfect gentleman he’d been. Instead, he caught me at the waist, scooped me up, carried me inside, and kicked the door shut. A thrill ran through me at being picked up and taken to his bed. I kicked my feet a little, a laugh escaping me. He was so masterful, so romantic, that I couldn’t wait. I unbuttoned his shirt all the way to his bedroom. When he set me on the bed, I felt breathless, like I had run a mile. He took off his jacket and tie, kicked off his shoes and reached for me.
After I unbuttoned his shirt, I paused, pinned by the intensity of his gaze. He slid my zipper down, the cool air brushing my bare back. I shivered and he gathered me into his arms, warming me, heating my blood until I forgot I’d ever felt chilled. He was everything to me then, his broad shoulders boxing me in, his mouth on mine, his hands skating down my arms, raising goosebumps on my skin. I felt swept away, unlike myself. Like I’d been freed from something holding me back. I set my hands on his shoulders and drew back to meet his eyes. My smile must have looked as dreamy as I felt, because he claimed my lips again in reply.
Time slowed down, turning syrupy and hot. Ethan stripped me of my dress and shoes and raked his eyes down the bare length of my body. Self-conscious, I tried to twist my legs together, cross my arms, to cover myself somehow. He nuzzled my neck and ear and murmured that I was beautiful, that I should be proud of my body and had nothing to be ashamed of at all. I slowly uncurled and reached for him, still too shy to lie there on display before his eyes.
He shucked his clothing and joined me on the big bed, crawling above me until his forearms bracketed my head and his big body settled over mine with delicious heat and heaviness. I loved it. I wanted to lie this way forever with his big, muscular body caging me in, pressing me down. With one kiss, Ethan loosened the tension in my body and made me relax enough that he could set a big hand on my breast and palm it, roll the responsive nipple in his fingertips and tug at it until I whimpered and bit my lip and needed more. He lowered his head and tasted my other nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth and making me shout out a shrill, high-pitched cry. I gripped his shoulders, one leg finding its way around his narrow hips. He made a sound of approval and ran his hand down my stomach until he touched me in the hot, needy place between my legs. I didn’t know what to do or what to ask for. I was panting and breathless, needy and eager but unsure what I needed from him. Here was the difference between us—not age or success level, but the amount of confidence and finesse he needed to coolly move me past the nervousness and insecurity and right into the good part.
Ethan licked and sucked at my neck, then sat back on his knees. He parted my thighs with sure, strong hands and dragged my hips onto his thighs, so I lay open for him like a feast. He took one long finger and slid it through my folds, feeling the wetness and arousal there, leaving me trembling. Ethan’s face was painted with incredulity, the look as if he’d somehow won the jackpot. I twisted my hips, pushed at his hand, tried to get the friction I wanted, the fullness I craved. I wasn’t sure how to ask him for it, but my body wanted to devour his. My body was spread out before him on his lap, and surely, he knew he could have me, could have anything he wanted of me. I lay there in tense, hopeful silence, eyes riveted to him.
Ethan ran one knuckle between my wet folds and sighed, his eyes dropping shut, “Jesus, Madison, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered. It seemed an odd thing to say, but I didn’t ask what he meant.
Soon, he palmed his cock, the heavy curve of it free and waiting for me. This was no ceremony, no planned event with choreography and an intimacy coordinator on some cable show. I wanted him raw and real and now. I wanted him to drill me from behind, fuck me into the mattress, take me every way he wanted. I was wound tight, and the first pluck of that string would send me spiraling to earth.
I think I begged him as he set his thumb to the aching bud between my thighs. I needed him, needed the sweet relief of his body joined to mine, the fury of his desire pounding into me until I could reach oblivion. When he parted my folds with his fingers, I wanted to shy away from his exploration, but every touch, every stroke felt so incredible like he stoked a wildfire inside my body that threatened to burn me down. I was nearly afraid of it as he gently pushed first one finger and then two inside my tight passage. He worked me, scissoring his fingers, brushing his fingertips against the spot inside the front wall of my pussy that made me clench and let out my breath suddenly as bright spots took my vision.