Ethan’s hands pull me against him and I pull back as he lets go of my ass to cup my breasts again, bringing them up to his mouth. His lips close first around one and then the other nipple, sucking and licking, sending little crackling jolts of pleasure seemingly straight to my pussy as I squirm in reaction. I find myself rubbing up against the hard ridge of his erection, with nothing between us but my panties and his shorts. I’m already soaking wet, and the heat of Ethan’s cock only makes me wetter as I rock my hips against his.
“God, Lara,” Ethan murmurs, looking up at me.
I smile down at him, breathless, more turned on than I can remember being in months. While I haven’t exactly been with a ton of guys since Ethan and I broke up, none of them has been able to get me nearly as hot as he’s got me right now.
“You’ve picked up some more skills,” I tell him with a smile.
Ethan chuckles, reaching up to my face to pull me in for another hungry kiss. His tongue plunges past my lips and I think that if I can’t feel him inside me soon I might actually die, but Ethan seems determined to take his time. His hand cups me through my panties and his fingers rub through the thin fabric, slowly along my labia, barely, barely, missing my clit.
I touch Ethan all over, marveling at the way he’s grown physically in such a short time. His muscles moving under his skin on his chest feel amazing, and he’s grown a little more hair there. I push my hips down to get better contact with Ethan’s fingers and he moves the fabric aside, finally coming into contact with my soaking wet bare skin.
“You’re so wet,” he says, barely breaking away from my lips, and I mumble something back to him agreeing with that assessment. Really, I’m too turned on to think about anything so mundane as words. I wish, for a second, that he’d just rip the damn panties off and somehow get inside of me right away.
Instead, Ethan tumbles me off him and onto the couch, twisting around to pin me on my back against the cushions. I yelp in surprise, but the next moment his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and pull them down over my hips, removing the last little bit of clothing on me. He tosses them across the room and I don’t even care where they’ve landed, not right now, at least. I just know that soon, hopefully, I’ll get what I want so badly I can taste it.
Ethan kisses his way down from my lips to my neck, my neck to my breasts, staying there for a few moments to give my pebble-hard nipples some attention, and then moves on to my ticklish belly, chuckling to himself as I squirm in reaction.
“Some things never change,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or to himself. But then he’s slipping down between my legs, spreading them wide, looking up at me from just below my hips. I know what’s coming but even that doesn’t stop the shock of pleasure that lights up my nervous system when Ethan buries his face against my pussy, nuzzling against me for a moment before beginning to lick and suck.
He teases me for what seems like an hour, barely bringing the tip of his tongue up to my clit where I want it most and then dipping down to my inner labia, keeping me right on the edge as I moan and squirm and writhe, grabbing at his head and shoulders, trying to twist my hips in such a way that he can’t avoid giving me what I want. I forget about everything but the need to get relief, bucking up against Ethan’s mouth.
Finally, Ethan begins to focus on my clit, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around the little bead of nerves, flicking against my pleasure center until I’m panting and gasping for breath. He pins my hips down with his arms and holds me right where he wants me, working me with his mouth until I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. I grab his shoulders as the tension between my hips shatters and wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
Ethan doesn’t let up, and it feels like my climax goes on for an hour as he keeps just enough pressure on my clit to keep me going, backing off every so often and starting over again. I come until I’m gasping for breath and trembling from the pleasure tingling through my nerves, and my clit is almost unbearably sensitive. I’m just about to tell Ethan to pull back when he does, licking his lips and looking up at me with a little grin.
“That’s the most fun I’ve had in a while,” Ethan tells me as he moves back up my body to kiss me on the lips. I can feel the hard, hot ridge of his erection pressing against my hip, and even though maybe two seconds ago I would have said it would take me an hour to be ready for more, the reminder turns me on all over again.
I kiss him back, pressing my body against his, and wrap my legs around his hips. I’m soaking wet, and as I push
