A shudder racked his body even as his tongue drove in to deepen the kiss. This...this was Anah's taste. He finally knew it. The taste of Anah's lips. Mouth. Tongue. And the sweetness of it was intoxicating, its taste drugging his senses that he could just...not...fucking...stop.
He devoured her tiny rosebud of a mouth. Sucked on her lips until they were swollen. Thrust his tongue in and out until he had tasted her most intimate depths.
He kissed her like a man dying of thirst, and it was her taste alone that could quench his need. He just couldn't seem to get enough, and only the sound of her gasping had Ethan forcing himself to pull away.
Both of them were panting hard, the sound of his harshly-drawn breath mingling with her breathy little gasps. But the moment their gazes collided, it started all over again, a forceful, burning need that both of them were powerless to resist.
Ethan hauled her close, and Anah could only gasp and let her head fall back as she felt his mouth hungrily trailing down the column of her neck. Her fingers curved over the muscular slope of his shoulders when she felt her lips press against her pulse...
And then he started to suck, and her nails dug deep into his back.
Oh God.
She was dazed and trembling when his mouth finally started moving again, and her heart slammed against her chest when she felt his fingers tugging the boat-shaped neckline of her dress down until her lace-covered breasts were revealed to his gaze.
Her throat dried as she watched him stare at her breasts.
"Anah." The sexy rasp of his voice nearly had her shuddering, and she could only tighten her grip on his shoulders as Ethan's hazel eyes took hers captive. "Are these mine?"
The question had her biting back a cry. Oh God, to have Ethan ask such a question—-
"Answer me, Anah."
"Yes."
And this time, she could no longer help herself, her body shuddering at the way his gaze changed, and he was now staring at her breasts with blatant possessiveness. A moment later, and his fingers had moved, so swiftly that she could only gasp when the front clasp of her bra was unclipped, and her breasts bounced free.
It was Ethan's turn to shudder as he was finally acquainted with the weight of Anah's breasts. They were a lovely handful and perfectly sized for his hands; he couldn't help giving them a good hard squeeze, and the sound of Anah's whimper only had him doing it again.
"Oh G-God—-"
His control slipped further away at the aching sound of her voice, and Ethan was unable to stop himself from fondling her breasts. He played with them, squeezing and kneading, tenderly then roughly, and when he heard her moan his name, the need to taste her breasts consumed him—-
He bent down so he could finally take one nipple into his mouth.
Anah found herself clutching Ethan's head, and her fingers tightened its grip when she felt Ethan start suckling on her nipple. Oh God. Her eyes squeezed shut. Oh God. It was magic, just sweet, forbidden, irresistible magic, and she couldn't help but push her nipple deeper into his mouth.
Don't end, oh God, please...
She almost cried out when Ethan wrenched his mouth off, but then it only went to claim her other nipple, and a moan was torn out of her throat. Oh God, it was so, so...so...good.
And Anah could no longer think, her body no longer under her command. All she could do was follow where Ethan led, and when she felt the gentle pressure of his fingers, she willingly lay back against the kitchen island and let him pull her forward until her legs were dangling over the edge.
Another moan escaped her when she felt him slowly run his hands over her bare legs, and she couldn't help raising herself on her elbows when she felt him reach for the hem of her panties. Oh God, oh God. She heard a tiny ripping sound, and it was exactly what she both feared and hoped for.
Ethan had torn her panties off, and he was now staring at her bare crotch. She knew she should be embarrassed, but Ethan had her so turned on that all of her inhibitions were gone. All she could do now was shudder and wait and wait and—-
Aaaaaaaah.
Ethan's fingers had finally parted her moist, swollen folds open, and before Anah could draw another breath, his tongue had already thrust all the way in.
"OH GOD."
Anah collapsed against the island, her fingers restlessly fumbling for something to hold on to as Ethan began fucking her with his tongue. And God, he was so, so good at it. So good. Oh God, so good he had her writhing in seconds, her body bucking up and down with every forceful plunge of his tongue.
"Oh God, Ethan..." She was half-crying, half-gasping. He had her so wildly out of control that she couldn't even make herself care over the possibility someone outside might hear her.
Pleasure began to gradually tighten into a ball inside of her, and Anah could only close her eyes. Oh God, it was finally...finally...
Stars of pleasure exploded like fireworks behind her eyelids as a tumultuous wave swept over her, and her senses went haywire with Ethan still relentlessly driving his tongue in and out of her quivering pussy.
Anah forced her eyes to open when she felt him finally straighten, and the first thing she saw was his still-engorged and fully aroused cock.
Ethan was gripping the edges of the kitchen island in an effort to keep himself in check. The taste of Anah was still on his lips, and the scent of her orgasm was driving him mad. He wanted to fuck her more than ever, and all he could do was desperately remind himself of his promise—-
"Ethan?"
He tried his best to keep his voice steady as he answered her. "What is it?"
"It's past midnight—-"
What the fuck?
A sound that was half-groan, half-laugh escaped Ethan. "Goddammit, Anah..."
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