No objections here.
With gentle movements, I kiss her lips, wanting her to feel how much she means to me. Wanting her to know how grateful I am to have her in my life. She’s turned everything around. My outlook. My attitude. My expectations for my family.
When she opens to me on a pleasured sigh, I stroke her slick tongue with mine until her whole body relaxes against me.
“This is for you,” I mumble against her swollen lips. “If you want me to stop at any point or you’re not feeling well, just say the word. I’m not squeamish, so I don’t want you to worry about that.”
Her moan is my answer as I caress her breasts.
“These sore?” Luscious curves fill my hands, and I give them a careful squeeze.
Nodding, she gasps. “But that feels good. And, um… I just took a shower, so I’m, you know, clean.”
Wouldn’t really care one way or another, as long as she’s comfortable. “You smell delicious, and I’m as hard as a lamp post”—which I underscore with a thrust between her legs—“but we can take another shower if things get messy.”
Her lips twist, and I rub her lower lip with my thumb.
“I have a tampon in right now.” The tension in her body ratchets up again, and she shakes her head. “Am I grossing you out? I am, aren’t I?”
On a ranch, you grow up learning about reproduction at an early age. Even my brother, who has the maturity of a monkey at times, can handle the topic.
I chuckle, and rub out the knot in her shoulder, which makes her collapse against me with a pleasured sigh. “If a man can put his dick in a woman, he sure as hell should be able to talk about her cycle. And no, I’m not grossed out.”
That seems to do the trick, and her lips tilt up. “You’re one of a kind, you know that?” Her hand delves into my hair, and this time she kisses me back like her life depends on it, using her foot to pull my hips tighter to hers.
I roll her onto her back, my body cradled by her welcoming arms and legs. Our tongues tangle with that deliberate slide and thrust that mimic all the things I want to do to her tonight. Even if we have to modify it a bit so she’s comfortable.
When her breath stutters and her chest heaves against me in a pant, I lick down the long column of her throat. Across her clavicle. Down the valley between her ample breasts.
With a few quick tugs, I remove her tank and my t-shirt and resume my exploration of her body. First with a few soft sucks of her tantalizing nipples, which makes her squirm breathlessly beneath me. Then with a tug of my teeth that lifts her hips off the bed.
Her skin smells like coconuts, the delicate scent that I’ve come to associate with Tori making me unbearably hard.
When I slip off her tiny sleep shorts, I do it slowly, so she can stop me if this is going too far, but she doesn’t.
Tiny pink lace panties greet me, and her satiny skin peeks through, making my mouth water. But tonight requires patience, so even though I want to rip off the dainty fabric with a hard yank and a growl, I don’t.
She reaches for the button on my jeans, and I watch her lick her lips as she releases my cock from the confines of my clothes.
But as she’s reaching for me, I catch her wrist.
“Don’t move,” I instruct as I grab a dark towel from her bathroom and the lube I tossed in her nightstand last week. After I slide the towel beneath us and kick off my jeans and boxer briefs, I flip open the bottle and drizzle the clear liquid over my length before snapping it shut and tossing the container on the bed.
Eyes wide, pouty lips wet, she watches me palm my length and spread the lube. Squeezing from root to tip, I curve around the swollen head and back, the pace languid. Because it’s for her.
A deep flush paints her cheeks and tints her plump, pert breasts. “You’re making me crazy right now,” she whispers before licking two fingers and dipping her hand into her panties.
A groan catches in my throat.
Is there anything hotter than watching a stunning woman touch herself? Fuck, no. And especially not my woman.
My cock swells in appreciation of the quick motion of her hand underneath the lace. Of the way her other hand pinches her nipple with a hard tweak. Of her ravenous stare.
“I could watch you do this all night.” It’s true. Tori’s a vision. A goddamn goddess. Hair tangled around her, tits high and flushed, slender hips gyrating to a tempo I can feel, a heavy thumping bass that extends all the way down my hips.
With a squeeze to my balls, I edge back before I embarrass myself.
Her sultry voice zings through me. “Ethan, touch me.”
She swallows when I caress her legs, from the back of her knee to where her thigh reaches her ass. My fingers dig into that sweet dip between the two until they meet in the middle and she’s out of breath.
“Gonna take these off”—I finger the lace scrap adorning her pretty pussy—“and then you’re gonna come.”
She nods on a pant that has me palming myself again.
Her eyes are hazy with lust, but beneath the desire, beneath the craving, I see something I’ve never had in any other relationship. Absolute trust.
And it makes me fall that much harder for this girl.
Keeping my eyes pinned to hers, I guide her panties down until they’re out of my way, and then I kneel between her open thighs. Pulling my length up, I let my cock slap against her swollen mound, and she gasps, arching toward me and telling me yes. My girl likes it rough sometimes, though tonight, I want to take it easy on her. Mostly.
With a leisurely thrust, I glide against her. Notching through her folds. Knocking the head of my cock against that sensitive nub.
Slow, I remind myself.
But then she parts herself so I can fit even closer, and my balls draw up tight.
“Goddamn, baby.”
A gasp escapes her at the sensation, and she pulls her knees to her chest, the sight enough to send me right back to the edge again.
Really and truly, I want to thank Jesus right now for the honor of fucking this beautiful woman.
My thrusts make her tits bounce, delighting the caveman in me, who wants to carry her to my lair and fuck her into the next ice age.
Nearly mindless with desire, I squeeze her pussy lips that cradle me, tightening her around me, and when she gazes down at my slick crown parting her, that’s all it takes for her to come with a muffled cry.
Head thrown back, body tight and arched, her body heaving, Tori’s still shuddering when light dots my vision and that tidal wave of pleasure barrels through me.
My body quakes as I shoot my release on her stomach, the sensation so intense, I catch myself on one arm before I almost crush her.
So. Fucking. Good. How does it get better every time?
When I can finally breathe again, I laugh. “Sorry, sweetness. Didn’t mean to make a mess on you.”
She gives me a sleepy, sexy smile and yanks me closer. Guess we might need that shower after all.
Tori
For the record, Ethan was totally right about the endorphins. I feel freaking fabulous.
With a contented sigh, I push my nose into his neck, loving how he smells. I could stay in this bed with him for the next year if left to my own devices.
I’ve never even contemplated getting naked with a guy when Aunt Flo was visiting. Jamie wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole. I thought all men were like that. Even though, really, most of what Ethan and I did was in the shower, so there wasn’t a mess. I’d never consider it unless I really trusted a guy, but Ethan makes me want to open up to him. I mean, I’d have to trust him to let him run the red light.