Page 27 of Cozy Girl Fall

A warm hand slid from her ass to her front and pressed down on her clit at exactly the right moment and she cried out, body trembling as she came with Ethan’s name on her lips.

He caught her when she sagged and carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently and letting her catch her breath as he kissed her hands, her chest, cherishing her more in this way than words could have expressed.

“Maybe we owe Shelby our thanks,” she said when she could finally breathe again and Ethan laughed.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“The night is young,” she replied, glancing up at him before lowering her eyes to take in his mostly-naked body next to her and snagging on the hardness tenting his boxers. “That looks painful.”

He shrugged. “It’ll go down.”

She frowned. “And if I don’t want it to go down?”

He looked up in surprise, smiling sheepishly. “Oh.”

Penny lifted herself into a sitting position with a little difficulty, given that she felt completely boneless. “May I?” She reached for his boxers and held her breath until he nodded, excitement humming through her.

“I just didn’t want you to think you had to—” Ethan’s words stuttered and fell away as she closed her hand around his cock. “It’s not quid pro quo, is all,” he managed.

“I know.” In truth, this was partly selfishly motivated. She wanted to see Ethan come undone, and from what she remembered he’d always been very responsive to head, which made sucking him off a lot of fun.

She pumped him in her hand and his eyes slid closed, a gasp making his hips lift when she straddled his legs and lowered her mouth to lick him as she stroked.

He bobbed against her lips and his garbled apology made her snicker as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

The salty taste of him sat on her tongue as she widened her jaw to take more of him in, swallowing him down and backing off just as suddenly, loving the way he whined for her.

“Penny, you need to stop or I’m—I’m not going to last—”

She smiled around him, looking up at him as he fisted his hand in her hair and cursed, hips jumping despite his words, and she took everything he gave her.

Humming happily, knowing the vibration of her throat would drive him wild, she spread her legs a little wider so she could rub herself against his thigh as her hands worked Ethan’s base.

“Fuck, Penny. You’re so wet. You love this, don’t you?

Torturing me?” He moaned and she rocked her own hips in time with his thrusting into her mouth.

“Oh God, yes, ride me, Penny. Penny, I’m close.

Penny. Penny.” Ethan’s voice turned hoarse as he called for her as he came, making her grind against him faster as she swallowed.

Her mouth lifted away and she smiled at him, pleased with herself even as she rocked against his leg, and the look on her face made him flush.

“I need to be inside you. Now.”

She nodded and he reached clumsily for the oak nightstand next to the bed, throwing the drawer open so haphazardly he nearly pulled the whole thing out as he found a condom.

His hands came up behind her, squeezing her ass as he lifted her from his leg and positioned her instead over his cock. Brown eyes caught on the wetness she left behind on his thigh and he swallowed hard. “Get over here now, Penny. Otherwise I might combust.”

She laughed and lowered herself, balancing with her hands on his corded shoulders as she sank down onto him, making them both groan. There would be time to go slow later, right now she just needed him, to feel him inside her.

Ethan clearly agreed, wasting no time in thrusting all the way, the sounds of their bodies meeting filling the room as she moaned his name and rode him harder than she had his thigh.

She was lost in him, in the depths he somehow reached as he held her to him like she was something precious. Her arms wrapped around his neck, twining in his hair as he drove deeper into her, his hands pressing her to his chest.

They moved as one, her body pressed flat against his as his mouth claimed her, taking her moans for his own as they moved faster, harder, the walls shaking with their pleasure as they tumbled off the edge clutching each other close.

Finally sated, she laid against Ethan’s chest and let herself catch her breath.

It was like ten years of hunger she hadn’t known was there had suddenly been satisfied and now she was at peace.

Maybe she could have fooled herself before, but she wasn’t sure she could say the same now—regardless of anything else, she couldn’t let Ethan go again.

“So,” she said a few minutes later as he lazily stroked up and down her spine. “How about that shower?”

“I can’t believe you’ve been hogging this gloriousness to yourself this whole time,” Penny complained as she stepped out of Ethan’s en-suite with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hair.

His shower, a walk-in, with a rainfall head and water pressure that somehow worked all of the knots from her muscles after just five minutes, was beyond luxurious.

Ethan was lounging on the bed, scrolling on his phone with the sheets draped lazily over his waist and she paused for a moment to savor the image.

“Penny, you’ve got a bit of—” Ethan tapped his chin and she snapped her mouth closed and narrowed her eyes as he laughed. “No, no. By all means, get a good look.”

“I think I will,” she retorted, marching over and whipping off the sheets so his entire body was revealed.

“I played myself,” she said hoarsely, running her eyes over him at a leisurely pace while he smirked.

She brushed a hand over his torso, tracing the lines of the tattoo that wound around his side in a complicated knot. “Does it mean something?”

“Nah.” He took hold of her hand and pressed a kiss to each of her fingers before he sat up and crossed the room to rummage in the drawers that sat against the wall opposite the bed.

“I just thought it looked cool. Here.” He held out a bundle of clothes and she couldn’t resist raising them to her face and inhaling, the smell of him invading her senses until she felt almost drunk.

“Thank you.”

“You’re supposed to wear them, not sniff them,” he said, laughter in his voice. “Or you can go naked, I’m fine with that option too.”

She pulled off the towel on her head and threw it at Ethan while she slipped on his t-shirt. She’d borrowed some of the roll-on deodorant he’d had in the bathroom and kept getting wafts of the masculine smell every time she moved her arms, though the fabric of the shirt helped somewhat.

Not bothering with the pajama bottoms he’d offered her, she ran her fingers through her hair and winced at the knots.

“Here.” Ethan sat on the bed behind her and gently pulled her down in front of him. She heard his bedside drawer open and close and then a gentle tugging sensation started as he worked a comb over her hair, untangling the knots with care.

“Thank you,” she murmured, voice a little thick with emotion in the face of his tenderness. “I’m sorry we had to leave early.”

“I’m not,” he said and she laughed breathlessly. “I want to ask you something.” He chuckled, feeling the way she tensed beneath his hands. “It’s nothing bad or scary. I think.”

“OK …”

“Tonight has been incredible. But I need to tell you, I don’t do casual sex.”

“All right.”

One hand on her shoulder encouraged her to turn and face him and there was a vulnerability to his expression that made her breathing speed up.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he continued and she reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I just want you.”

“I don’t want anyone else either,” she whispered and the smile tugging at his mouth made her want to kiss him, so she did. “Are you asking to be exclusive?”

“I—I think I am, yeah. Is that OK?”

Relief swamped her and she laughed lightly. “More than OK.”

“Good,” he said, voice breathless.

“Good,” she repeated and when he leant in to kiss her, she smiled.