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“You’re…wet already.”
“I bet you are too.” Ethan reaches for me to prove it. I let him slide his hand up under my dress to my panties. And as he presses them against my pussy, I can feel that he’s right. His little strip-tease act has got me wet already.
Ethan pulls me to him and starts kissing me. My hand moves more slowly as the taste of his lips takes over my senses. I can’t focus. I can’t think about anything. I just feel Ethan all over me.
He slips his fingers between my panties and my skin, and I feel the pad of his thumb finding my clit.
I groan against his lips, no longer able to kiss and touch at the same time. My knees go weak, and Ethan wraps his arms around me before I melt on the floor.
He lifts me up onto the edge of the bed, and I’m surprised at how soft his mattress is. It curves around my ass.
Ethan shoves my dress up until it’s around my waist, and I can feel his dick rubbing against my leg as Ethan captures my mouth in his again. I lean into his kiss and let go of myself.
I don’t have to be perfect, sound perfect, or look perfect. I just want to enjoy this moment.
So, I do.
I barely breathe as Ethan kisses me. I feel him taking away my breath, and there’s nothing I can do. But I don’t mind. I want him to take complete control of me.
After we kiss for a long,longtime, I don’t think I can wait any longer.
“Put yourself inside me already,” I murmur against his lips.
Ethan follows orders. He pulls my panties off and tosses them on the ground, not nearly so neatly as he was with hisshoes and socks. Then, he pushes my legs apart and nudges himself inside me.
He gently pushes just the end of his cock into me. It’s not enough. It just makes me want more. I can practically feel my wetness slipping out of me.
I bite my lip and try to find some shred of self-control, but I can’t.
“More, please, Ethan.”
Ethan grips my thighs tightly and pushes himself inside me. I throw my head back and groan as he thrusts his full length inside me.
He pauses for a second, and then, just when he’s about to have me begging again, he pulls himself back and begins pushing himself inside me again and again.
It’s enough and too much all at once. My hips buck as though trying to throw a rider, but I don’t want him to go anywhere. What he’s doing is just right.
Finally, he brings me to my tipping point. I groan as I come, clenching my pussy even tighter around him. He pushes himself harder through me until he comes as well, jerking out at the last second.
We both breathe hard, and I can feel that I’m going to be sore later. But I love it. I love the release, the way that Ethan touches me like we’re lovers even though we’re just… Well, I don’t know what we are. But it’s not that.
I don’t know what to say right afterward even though a couple of things are running through my mind. Ethan goes into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth, tossing it to me as I start to sit up. I wipe at myself and just decide I’m going to say what I’m thinking.
Sure, Ethan might reject me, but it’s not like things can get any more awkward than they were when I came over unannounced and asked him for a loan.
“Look, I’m going to be honest with you.”
Ethan pops back into the bedroom from the bathroom, and I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. It’s easier to voice this absolutely ridiculous idea if I can’t see him. I actuallylikedhaving the bathroom door between us.
But now, he’s looking right at me, waiting for what I’m going to say.
I stall. “It’s been over a year since I’ve had a boyfriend.” I quickly rush on, not wanting him to think I’m about to ask him to be my boyfriend. I’m not that ludicrous. “And I miss the sex. I miss…this right here. So, look, can we just cut the crap? I don’t need the fancy dinners or the fake romance. I just need this physical release. So, we can just keep doing this?”
“And by this, you mean…”
“Do I have to spell it out? Having sex.”
Ethan comes closer and sits on the bed. It’s impossible to avoid his eyes now. “I mean, Madison, how could I say no to a proposal like that? You’re young and gorgeous. I’ll agree to anything if it means we get to keep doing this over and over.”