I want him. I want him more than I've ever wanted anyone before.
Intoxicated by his touch, my body trembles as he slowly brings me to the edge of orgasm.
Then without warning, he spins me to face him as his lips crash against mine, his fingers continuing their exploration of my most sensitive parts.
As he cages me against the cold, hard tile, his mouth trails along my jawline and down my neck until he whispers into my collarbone, “You taste so fucking good.”
My body is on fire, screaming for release as he drops to his knees, laying kisses over my stomach as his hands grasp my butt, pulling me in closer.
“I want to taste all of you.” Warm breath trails over my belly button and down to my thighs, the slight scratch from his stubble making every hair on my body stand to attention.
I lace my fingers through his hair and try to steady myself as my knees give way.
“Oh my...” a gasp escapes me as he runs his tongue over my entrance, flicking and sucking my clit, slowly at first and then gradually increasing the speed until my knees buckle and my body explodes with ecstasy.
Breathlessly, I collapse into Ethan's arms as he raises himself to his feet and pulls me close, smothering my face with tiny kisses.
Wow. That was even better than I imagined it would be.
His hands glide over my body and down to my hips as his warm tongue crashes into mine, stifling my moans. His erection jabs me in the stomach, begging for attention.
I want him inside me. I need his inside me.
Sliding his hands to my bum and grabbing it forcefully, he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him tightly as our bodies mould together, and he presses me against the cold, hard wall.
After shutting off the water, Ethan opens the shower door with a creak. Stepping out onto the pale blue fluffy mat. Still carrying me as though I weigh nothing, we make the quick journey across the hall to his bedroom, leaving behind a trail of water droplets to mark our path.
Once inside his room, he closes the door behind him and clicks the lock in to place. He carries me towards the bed, laying me down carefully.
I've never been in his room before, but it is decorated fairly similar to mine with the same grey walls and most of the same furniture. It smells different though, more like an outdoor woodland on a dewy autumn morning. It smells like him.
Shuffling up the bed, I watch as he slowly strokes his thick shaft before grabbing a small metallic packet from his dresser, tearing it open with his teeth and sliding the condom on.
Fully sheathed, he takes a step towards the bottom of the bed, never once breaking eye contact.
Crawling up the bed in my direction, he nudges my thighs apart, placing his broad shoulders between them as he continues to stalk towards me like an animal about to devour its prey.
Taking my nipple in his mouth, I fist the sheets beneath me, feeling another orgasm building as he gently nibbles and licks while positioning his tip at my entrance.
I roll my hips into him, desperate for him to fill me, but he pulls away gently teasing me as he kisses me deeply.
“You want this?” He moans into my mouth.
“Yes!” I cry as his fingers find me again.
“Tell me what you want?” The corners of his mouth curl into a devious grin.
“I need to feel you inside me.” I pant, digging my fingers into his back as he gently thrusts into me. I roll my hips into him hungrily as he thrusts again, slowly picking up the pace as he plunges deeper inside me.
He dips down, kissing my neck and caressing my breast as I let out a whimper, then he comes back up to probe me with his tongue.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” he exhales into my mouth, thrusting harder and faster with each stroke as my moans fill the room.
Waves of heat wash over me as he brings me to the brink once again.
“Oh god!” I pant. “I'm...”
Close to hyperventilating, he collapses his forehead against mine as he thrusts harder and faster. My body quivers against his as he sends me hurtling over the edge.
“Oh God!” I exhale shakily as he kisses me hard.
Thrusting into me one last time as I tighten around his pulsating manhood, he squeezes his eyes closed and seconds later, collapses heavily on top of me before rolling onto the twisted sheets, a thin layer of sweat glistening in the moonlight.
I roll into him, resting my head on his chest and draping an arm and a leg over him as he wraps an arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead.
What happens now? Should I stay, or does he want me to leave?
"That was... amazing" My breathing is shallow, and my head feels light. “Do you... do you want me to go?”
When I don't get an answer, I quickly realise that he has fallen asleep. I snuggle into him, relaxed by his deep rhythmic breathing as I listen to the rain tapping on the windowpane.
Not sure whether to allow myself to drift off to sleep or not, I slide out of bed, and tip toe to the door. Realising that I am completely naked, I grab one of Ethan's t-shirts from his dresser, putting it on as I leave his room and creep down the corridor to mine.
“Just five more minutes.” I groan, reaching over to snooze the alarm on my phone. It's six-thirty
