“But I can’t stay the ni—”

His mouth swallowed my protests as he stretched me out on his soft, plush bed and started touching my body. Kissing my body. Heating my body until any conscious thought I had before this point fled my brain and kept on going. I was breaking my rules and I was very aware of that fact as Ethan’s tongue swirled over my hardened ni**les, alternating between little scrapes of teeth followed by soft stroking to soothe what he’d done.

The contrast from the brush of whiskers on his goatee to the caress of his soft lips made me soar. I felt like I would orgasm just from what he was doing. The pleasure made me cry out and arch. My legs scissored as he worked on my br**sts, unable to keep still, I was wild and abandoned beneath Ethan. He felt so good I couldn’t regret this decision. All my reservations deferred to the exquisite workout he was giving my body and fled without another thought.

Being naked is not terrifying for me. I’ve done it a lot for the modeling and I know that men find my shape pleasing. It’s the intimacy that is harder for me to process. So when Ethan says a thing like ‘let me make love to you, beautiful Brynne’ I knew I didn’t have a chance.

“Ethan?” I cried out his name.

“I know, baby. Let me take care of you.” He pulled back from my br**sts and put his hands on the inside of my knees and opened me up. Totally spread before him, he stared down at my sex for the second time tonight. “Christ, you’re beautiful…I want a taste of that.”

And then he put his mouth on me. That soft tongue rolled over my clit and my folds and caressed. I could feel his goatee pricking the sensitive flesh as I writhed against his lips and tongue. I would come in a second and there was no stopping it. There was no stopping Ethan. He took what he wanted.

“I’m coming…”

“The first of many times, baby,” he said from down between my legs.

And then two of his long fingers pushed their way inside me and started stroking. “You’re tight,” he rasped, “but when it’s my c**k in you, you’ll be tighter, won’t you, Brynne?” He kept finger f**king me and flicking his tongue over my clit. “Won’t you?” He asked again, this time more forceful.

I felt the rush, the tightening begin deep inside my belly as it started. “Yes!” I cried out in a push of air, knowing he expected an answer.

“Come for me then. Come for me, Brynne!”

And I did, the experience unlike any orgasm I’d ever had. I couldn’t do anything else but come. Ethan pushed me to the edge and then caught me when I went over. I crested the wave of ecstasy pinned down with his fingers deep in my pu**y holding me there. It was shattering in its brilliance and I could do nothing but accept what he gave me.

His fingers slipped out of me and I heard the sound of a packet being ripped open. I watched him roll the condom down his thick, beautiful, rigid, cock. The part of him that would be deep inside me in a minute, and I shivered in expectation.

He lifted his blue eyes to mine and whispered, “Now, Brynne. Now I’m having you.”

I sobbed at the image of him mounting me, the anticipation so great I was barely coherent.

Ethan loomed over me, the head of his penis tipped inside my pu**y already, burning hot and hard as bone. His hips forced me wider as he sank his c**k down deep and true. He took my mouth, thrusting his tongue simultaneous in movement with his intrusion down low. I was taken by Ethan Blackstone in his bed. Totally and irrevocably.

I rode the wave as Ethan rode me. He did it hard at first. Pounding pulls in and out of my soaked core that went a little deeper on every stroke. I felt myself striving toward another orgasm.

The veins on his neck bulged as he propped himself up to get at me from another angle.

I squeezed my pu**y around his pummeling c**k while he worked me hard. He made all kinds of sounds and whispered dirty talk about how good it felt to f**k me. It just made me wilder.

“Ethan!” I shouted his name, coming a second time, my body in total surrender of his much larger and harder one as I shook and writhed in abandon.

He didn’t stop. He kept on drilling me until it was his turn to orgasm. Neck straining, eyes burning, he took me harder still. I stretched to accommodate his length and girth as he grew a little tighter. I knew he was close.

I squeezed the walls of my vagina as forcefully as I had ever done and felt him go rigid. Groaning out a guttural noise that sounded like a cross between my name and a war cry, Ethan shuddered over me with his blue eyes glowing in the dim of the room. He never took his eyes from mine when he came inside me.

5

Ethan still kept his eyes on me. Even after we settled down from the rush of the sex, and after he’d left my body. He pulled off the condom, tied it and got rid of the evidence. But then he was right back, facing me again, his eyes moving over me, looking for my reaction to what we’d just done together.

“Are you all right?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my lips, tracing them ever so gently.

I smiled at him and answered in a slow voice, “Uh huh.”

“I’m not even close to being finished with you yet.” He dragged his hand down my neck, over a breast, across my hip to rest on my stomach. “That was—so amazing, I don’t—I don’t want this to be over.” He left his hand splayed there and leaned forward to kiss me slowly and thoroughly, almost reverently. I could tell he was going to ask for something. “Are you—do take birth control, Brynne?”

“Yes,” I whispered against his lips. I was right. He would be surprised at the reason but I wasn’t sharing that information tonight.

“I want—I want to come inside you. I want to be here with nothing in between.” He pressed his fingers in my slick folds and stroked back and forth. “Right here.”

His words were a surprise though. Most men didn’t want to take the chance. My body reacted to his touch without volition, unable to keep from flexing toward his fingers. A sound of pleasure came from my throat.

“My corporation—regular medicals for everyone—we have to be fit, including me. I can show you the report, Brynne, I’m clean I promise,” he said, nuzzling at my neck and sliding long purposeful fingers over my tingling clit.

“But what if I’m not?” I panted.

He frowned and stilled his hand. “How long had it been since you’ve…been with someone?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, a long time.”

He narrowed his eyes just a fraction. “Like a week-long time, or months-long time?”