My heart aches as I instantly understand what he’s asking of me. He wants to know what we have is different from what Edward and I had. He wants assurance that when we take off our clothes, I won’t see or feel his brother.
And, though I don’t say it aloud, I want to know that when I take off my clothes he won’t see what Edward saw.
It’s not quite the same as saying “I love you.” But showing me how vulnerable he feels about my past with Edward is close enough.
I coil my legs around his hips to pull him closer. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I squeeze him tightly against me. I can’t be sure, but I think I hear a soft gasp as he seems taken by surprise.
He’s frozen for a brief moment before he gives in. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply. The steady thump of his heart against mine relaxes me, and I find myself wishing we could stay like this forever.
Alas, he eventually loosens his hold on me and straightens his back. His gaze is locked on mine. He doesn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes says more than enough. And any trace of embarrassment I felt from accidentally telling him I love him is gone, because he feels the same as I do.
At least, he feels the same right now. I have no doubt about that. We are equals in this moment of reckless passion.
I push him back slightly, so I can slide off the barstool. As I slowly undress, he watches me with trance-like intensity, a smile curving his lips as he adjusts the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.
My heart is in my throat as my fingers pause at the waistband of my panties, hesitating for a moment.
He seizes the opportunity to step forward and place his hands over mine. “We can stop any time you want.”
I shake my head as I swallow my fear. “You take them off for me.”
I fold my hands behind my back, and he flashes me a sinister smile as he relishes my surrender. But he doesn’t slide my panties off right away. He kisses me first, long and slow as his hands caress my bare flesh, getting to know my body before he claims every inch of it.
I moan as both his hands slip inside my panties, and he grasps my ass. His growing erection presses against my belly, and I cup my hand over his crotch. He groans as I massage the stiff bulge.
Unable to wait any longer, he kneels in front of me and slides my panties down. “Off with those knickers.”
I smile as he helps me step out of them. But when he stands up, he pushes my hand away as I reach for the button of his jeans. Instead, he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the barstool.
The throbbing between my thighs intensifies as he grabs my knees and slowly parts my legs open.
Oh, God.
He smiles at the look of surprise on my face as he once again kneels in front of me. His gaze slides over my chest and lands on the apex of my thighs. The fierce hunger in his eyes tells me he doesn’t just want to taste me. He wants to devour me.
He admires me for a moment as his fingers explore my flesh, watching my reactions as he lightly caresses every inch of me. Placing a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, he smiles as goosebumps sprout over my skin. He softly presses his lips to my mound, and my entire body begins to tremble with anticipation.
“Grab onto something, love,” he says, and the sensation of his breath on my sensitive skin only intensifies my craving for his perfect mouth.
Before I can find something solid to grasp onto, his tongue is licking my aching clit. I let out a high-pitched moan, and I can feel his smile curving against my flesh.
Taking his advice, I grab fistfuls of his dark hair and brace my feet on the footrest of the barstool to steady myself. His tongue stimulates me in methodical patterns, up and down, round and round, slow and fast.
As he devours me, I realize I don’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious that the lights are on, and Ethan can see every inch of my body in high-definition. I also don’t care about the sucking noises, or if the sounds my body makes are different than the sounds other women’s bodies make. And unlike I did with Edward, I have zero doubts about whether Ethan is enjoying himself.
A deep groan issues from deep inside his chest as his tongue swirls around my swollen bud. My fingers tighten around the tangles of his hair. And soon, my thighs begin twitching uncontrollably with an oncoming orgasm.
Sensing I’m getting close, he eases off and draws out the pleasure. I let out a frustrated moan and the sensation of his laughter against my sensitive flesh drives me insane. He pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build, then his tongue is on me again, tracing fast circles around my clit.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as the orgasm slams into me like a freight train.
He coils his arms around my thighs to hold me in place as I explode with pleasure. My swollen flesh twitches as a gushing warmth oozes out of me. Finally, my body folds over him, my breasts coming to rest on the back of his head.
But his tongue continues lapping, his lips gently sucking, even after the orgasm has ceased.
Oh, my God. He’s drinking my cum.
I almost want to tell him to stop, but I’m too tired to speak. And part of me is curious to know if he’s planning to lick me clean.
He looks up at me as I attempt to sit up straight. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
My eyes widen, and
