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I don’t know if I believe that, but I’m willing to be Madison’s guinea pig if that’s what makes her happy.
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MADISON
Ethan’s giftknocks the wind right out of me. I can’t believe he did this for me. My parents used to be the ones to give me special gifts, especially when I was growing up. Wesley has never been one for giving gifts, and Aurora always gives me things that she would actually like herself.
But now, my parents have moved on with their lives and don’t really keep in touch. Aurora and Wesley haven’t changed a bit, and no one has ever given me a gift that is as thoughtful as this one is.
This beautiful surfboard, customized with my name and a Christmas theme, makes me want to go surfing right now. It’s not even Christmas yet, and I’m holding the most thoughtful, personal present anyone has ever given me. I run my fingers over the smooth, glossy surface, tracing the delicate script of my name. It’s almost like he knows me better than people I have known for years.
He stands there watching me, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and I can’t help but smile back. There’s something incredibly attractive about the way helooks with a little stubble on his face. “You would look good in a wetsuit,” I flirt. And it’s true. A wetsuit clings to a person’s curves, showing everything. As my eyes glide down his body, I imagine the bulge his wetsuit would show right about…there.
I know that Ethan didn’t just bring me these gifts in exchange for something else. But I want to give it to him. I appreciate what he’s done, and I want to show him that. Besides, it’s much easier—and more pleasurable for us both—if I do itthisway.
I take a shaky breath and step toward him, closing the distance between us. My fingers find the front of his shirt. This is different from the hug I just gave him.
When I hugged him, I quickly buried my face in his shirt so that he wasn’t able to get any other ideas. But this time, I turn my face up toward him, inviting him to kiss me.
His lips are on mine before I can say anything. He kisses me gently at first, his lips caressing mine more than anything else. His hands settle on my hips, and I melt into him. Our bodies meld perfectly together, and I press my full length against him.
A moment later, I feel an answering press from his own length. I gently rock my hips back and forth as we kiss, feeling his hardness pressing against my stomach.
Ethan groans against my lips.
Neither one of us needs to speak or ask permission or do anything else. We both know what’s going to happen.
Samson rubs against my leg enough to bring me out of the moment, though. I want to get us out of the living room and into a private space.
We stumble toward the bedroom, the surfboard momentarily forgotten as my back hits the wall just outside the door. I’m not thinking about anything except how much Iwant him and how much I need this. His hands are everywhere.
First, he squeezes my ass, the fabric from my pajama pants pressed between his hand and my skin. Then, he slips his hand between the fabric and my skin, squeezing me harder.
That’s all he needs to do to communicate how much he wants me. And his desire for me is making mewet.
With my back pressed against the wall, Ethan shoves my sweater up a little, his hands searching for my breasts.
When he finds them, he rubs his thumb along my nipple, and I have to break away from our kiss to moan. I can’t seem to control my own body anymore as Ethan makes it light up with his touch.
Samson shoves his nose behind my knee, and I’m jolted away from Ethan again.
“Samson!”
We both laugh. Ethan grabs my hand and tugs me into the bedroom. He shuts the door firmly behind both of us, then picks me up.
I scream a little, surprised by the sudden way he swings me off my feet.
Then, Ethan and I collapse onto the bed, limbs tangled together as we peel each other’s clothes off. I don’t feel the usual rush, the frantic urgency. There’s something different this time.
Ethan slowly tugs my shorts down, and I feel deliciously exposed. I straddle him, rolling him onto his back, as I start to remove his clothing. He raises his hands obediently above his head and allows me to remove his shirt.
I run my hand over his abs, his stomach, and his chest hairs. I shiver with my sudden need for him.
Slowly, I slide a little further down so that my wet pussyis resting directly over his erection. I can feel it pressing into me.
Ethan slowly rocks his hips back and forth suggestively. I grip his shoulders so that I don’t fall off.
Then, so suddenly that I don’t have a chance to brace myself, Ethan rolls over, pinning me under him. He stands up and starts removing his pants. I watch, mesmerized, as he reveals his cock, standing at attention and ready for me. I think he’s about to slide it inside me, but he doesn’t, not yet.