“Nic, I don’t have any condoms.”
Nicole
I lean my forehead against his and make myself slow down. Breathe. Catch my breath. No condoms?
I wish I was the kind of girl who kept them in her purse, but the last time I bought condoms was for my honeymoon, and . . .
I smile. “I have some.” I climb off Ethan and offer my hand. “Upstairs.”
He takes my hand in his, and I lead him up the stairs. Maybe I should feel awkward or nervous about us giving in to this, about finally doing what we’ve both wanted to do since that first night, but I don’t. My whole body is humming. I want more of him. All of him. We both know this can’t last, that it’s just tonight—an exception for my birthday. Once again, Ethan’s swooping in when I need him the most.
We go into my room, and he shuts the door behind us before spinning me around and pressing me against it. He kisses me hard, his hands searching my body as if he’s lost something and is desperate to find it. He grazes over my breasts, my hips, my ass. Up my thighs and between my legs and finally into my hair as he kisses me harder, longer, and deeper.
I whimper against him. I need more. I’m greedy for it, feeling like if I don’t get him inside me soon, it might not happen at all, and if it doesn’t, I might fall apart.
“The condoms are in my dresser.” I point to the top drawer with all my lingerie.
He pulls it open and blinks at the contents, looking at me and then back to it. He grabs a condom and shoves the drawer closed. “Get on the bed.”
I obey, loving the rough command and the simmering desperation in his husky voice. I climb onto my bed, prop myself on my elbow, and watch him roll the condom on his shaft.
“I want to see you do it again.” His eyes sweep down my body and then back up, greedy, all over me. “I want to see you touch yourself again.”
I drop back onto the pillow, keeping my eyes on him as I trail my hand over my breasts, across my stomach, and then cup myself between my legs. I’m wet, slick with heat and need like I’ve never been before. My body’s ready for him. Just him. Only him.
I rub my clit, and his eyes go darker, his nostrils flaring as he takes a step forward.
“Do you know how much I’ve thought about that night? Do you know how badly I wanted to come in there even before I saw you touching yourself? I couldn’t stop thinking about you naked on the other side of that door. I wanted to get in the water with you and fuck you with my hand, wanted to hear you moan the way you did when I put my mouth on you.” He grips his dick at the base, stroking himself over the condom. “I wanted to get you off in the water and then play with your tits while you rode me.”
I gasp, put more pressure on my clit, moving my fingers faster, because his words are so hot.
“Is that what you were thinking about too?” He takes another step closer. “When you put your hands on yourself that night, were you imagining they were mine?”
“Yes.” I hold his gaze and stroke my clit again. My hips buck off the bed, and it’s like he feels it too. His lips part and he takes another step. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day we met.”
“Not touching you has been making me crazy.” He joins me on the bed. The weight of him is delicious, and I moan as he settles between my thighs. He trails one hand down my body until he grips my hip. The other stays by my face, skimming my jaw, my lips.
I lift my hips, and he holds my gaze as his cock presses against my entrance and he slowly slides into me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says.
I rise to meet him, relaxing my hips and opening my body to take him all the way in. We both gasp, and he buries his face in my neck. “Christ. You feel so good. So fucking good. I knew you’d feel like this.”
He kisses my neck. Sucks. The hand at my hip curls into my flesh, guiding me as he moves inside me. He starts slow. I try to urge him on with my hips—because it’s amazing and I want more. I want everything he can give me. But he holds me still.
“I’m trying to make this last,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise next time I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as you want, but if you keep moving like that under me, this is going to be over too soon. I’ve been waiting for this too long to rush it.”