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She arches her back like a cat.
I’m humbled and exhilarated by her response at the same time.
Reaching up, I comb my fingers through Fallon’s heavy, blond hair, causing it to ripple down her back. Her unblemished skin flushes slightly. I drag a finger along the edge of her collarbone. “You do flush everywhere, witch.”
Her indigo eyes flash with humor over my reminder of our text from yesterday. Then, their midnight depths morph into tenderness when she leans forward and presses her lips to the center of my chest right before she clasps my hand and leads me into her bedroom.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I am quite frankly appalled at what was beneath some of the class of 2024 graduation robes. It wasn’t just T-shirt and shorts. Many of our graduates appeared to have slept in their clothing.
—Eva Henn, Fashion Blogger
He’s even more gorgeous naked than I pictured.
Ethan’s holding my hands imprisoned over my head as he leans down and suckles one of my sensitive nipples deep into his mouth. My body arches, pressing the fullness of my breast against his lips in a plea for mercy.
He releases my hands, and I sink my fingers into the thickness of his chocolate-colored hair. His fingers drift down over the planes of my stomach as his mouth switches to the other breast.
My legs part, one lifting to hook around his lean hip. I’m barely aware of breathing when two fingers graze over my clit. Still, a broken “Ethan” escapes when his fingers find my soaked entrance. Instead of just shoving them inside like so many guys have, Ethan slowly grazes his fingers back and forth between my clit and my entrance, adjusting me to his touch. The way he plays my body makes my pussy weep.
I clasp his face and pull him up so I can smash my mouth against his. It’s against his lips, I beg, “I need more.”
I feel his smirk when he pushes just the tips inside. My head falls back against my pillows. “Stop being such a damn tease.”
Since my eyes have closed in my desperation, I feel his lips surround my nipple. When he draws on the tip, it’s then he thrusts his fingers deep inside—rotating them so he can brush them against the front wall of me.
My thighs quiver. My leg falls off his hip as I dig my heels into the mattress, straining for more—for the ultimate.
But Ethan’s not about to let me run this show. His lips release my turgid nipple with a pop before he begins a descent down my body with his lips. I lift my head and meet his deep green eyes just before he makes room for his shoulders between my thighs.
My hands raise to my breasts and pull and twist at the nipples.
His eyes catch fire as he watches me take care of myself just before his tongue darts out to flick over my clit. With the first pass, he turns me to mush. With the second, he commands ownership of my body. With the third, I willingly hand myself to him as he thrusts his fingers inside, and I see stars behind my eyes as ecstasy explodes.
One of my hands falls to the side. The other lands on Ethan’s head, where he continues to flick gently at my clit with his tongue—keeping me heightened but not in a painfully aroused state. Tiny ripples continue to run over my skin even as Ethan kisses first the inside of one thigh, then the other.
His lips against my inner thigh, he murmurs, “Protection?”
I tilt his face to meet mine. “I get the shot every three months and have always used condoms. You?”
He surges up my body, his bare cock brushing against my folds. I rub myself shamelessly against him. Bracing himself with his forearms, he clasps my face between his hands. “Fallon, I haven’t had sex with a woman since well before the night I blew up at you for taking that photo with my brother.”
My head rears back into the pillows. “Excuse me?”
“Swear to god.” His eyes bore into mine.
I immediately wrap my arms and legs around him. His lips drop down to mine, his shaft working its way in as his tongue darts in and out of my mouth. In and out, going with the movement until the thickest part of him is seated inside me.
The walls of my vagina spasm around his girth. I tear my lips away and bury them against his neck. I slur, “So good.”
As if on cue, Ethan pulls out and returns with a thrust that has me arching the tips of my breasts into his chest hair. Each time he repeats the motion, I feel the world spinning—or maybe that’s just my heart flipping over and over in my chest. Scoring my nails down his back and over his buttocks, I gasp, “Don’t stop.”
“Not. Gonna. Stop.” He thrusts with each word. He shifts and hooks both my knees beneath his arms, deepening the depth of his thrusts.
I have no way of stopping the depth of his penetration. As he quickens his pace, I writhe beneath him. I’ve never felt anything this primordial, this brutal. It’s sensory overload.
And when I’m flung into the whirlwind, I fall over the edge into oblivion.