We fall into a rhythm together and it’s every bit as good as it’s ever been between us. It feels so right, so perfect, like Ethan’s cock was made to fit inside of me, and my body was made just to wrap around him like this as I rise and sink down onto him, taking him deeper and deeper. Ethan switches between worshipping my breasts with his mouth and kissing me hungrily, his hands trailing down along my waist to slip between my body and his, and his fingertips finding my clit to rub me steadily with little swirling touches.
It seems like no time at all before I can feel the pressure hitting an almost unbearable level between my hips. I’m moaning, riding Ethan hard and fast as the tension gets tighter and tighter, and all at once my hands tighten on his shoulders. My fingernails dig into his skin as some combination of the feeling of his cock inside of me, and his fingers against my clit, and just everything all at once hits me like an electric shock. The tension just breaks and wave after wave of pleasure washes through me as I climax, still struggling to keep riding Ethan, to keep it going as long as possible and hopefully get him off too.
Ethan rides through my orgasm without hitting his own climax, and then somehow manages to tumble me over onto the couch, while he shifts and moves, pinning me there underneath him. He slows down just long enough for me to recover, to get my breath back, if nothing else, before he really starts again, thrusting hard and fast into me. I would have thought that there was no way I could climax again so soon after the first orgasm, but before I know it the tension is mounting between my hips yet again, and I can feel my nerves tingling, hot and cold flashes crackling through them as I get more and more turned on.
The second time I come, Ethan is right there with me, both of us kissing each other sloppily and eagerly as we hit our climaxes. Mine comes first, by only a bare few heartbeats before Ethan succumbs, and we manage to keep it going for what seems like an hour but is probably more like five or ten minutes at most before we both just slump against the couch, panting and gasping for breath.
It takes me a good, solid ten or fifteen minutes to come back to myself, and all at once it hits me. I’m drenched in sweat, my hair messed, my makeup almost definitely all over the place, in the middle of the morning when I should be at work, on my brother-in-law’s couch with him on top of me. Part of my brain insists that this was a massive mistake, like the first time we ended up hooking up, but another, slightly louder part of my brain counters that it doesn’t matter at this point, and that clearly all the best ideas in the world about staying objective and not getting physical just aren’t going to stick.
Ethan pulls himself up and looks down into my face for a few moments, and I stare back at him in silence before I manage to collect my thoughts enough to speak.
“I’m not going to say that we can’t ever do that again, because obviously it doesn’t matter a hill of freaking beans whether we say we won’t or not,” I say.
“Yeah, good idea,” Ethan says. He dips his face down and kisses me on the forehead.
“But we should probably…” I sigh and shake my head.
“Don’t leave,” Ethan says sharply.
I raise an eyebrow, looking up at him. “What?”
“Don’t leave. The last time we did this you made me go, and I think that just made it harder on both of us,” he says.
I think about that for a moment and I have to admit that it makes at least a little sense.
“I’ll stay,” I tell him. “At least the rest of the day.”
“Can I tell you something?” He shifts and moves me onto his lap.
“What?” My stomach knots and I wonder how much more I can take.
“This might make things easier for you to deal with what we have between us.” Ethan looks out the window and then at me. “I only slept with your sister the once.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Well, she had a difficult pregnancy.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Of course you didn’t, you weren’t talking.”
I sit there in silence, listening.
“Anyway, she suffered from severe morning sickness and I guess she didn’t want to lose the baby. I know that sex is possible during pregnancy, but we weren’t like that together. We weren’t even in a relationship when we discovered we were going to be parents together. We were friends, really acquaintances, who made a baby. I was doing long hours to get as much done before the baby’s arrival and Alexis was exhausted with her own job. We moved in together, got married and had a baby within nine months. We barely had time to paint the nursery. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t blame me, and I didn’t blame her for what happened, but we were thrown together and had to make the most of it.”
“What about after Riley’s birth?”
“Riley cried a lot. A lot. When it was my turn to look after Riley at night, I just took to sleeping in her room so that I wasn’t disturbing Alexis with getting up and
