“Oh god, Ethan, please I…”
Before she can finish speaking I move to the edge of her bed and drop to my knees, pulling her towards me and I press my mouth to her core.
She gasps and takes in a sharp breath as her whole body goes rigid for a second before she exhales and murmurs something unintelligible.
“I got you, Princess…just relax,” I say against her as I trace her seam with my tongue and suckle on her clit. Shit, she tastes so sweet.
I circle, flick, lick and repeat as she’s thrashing about under me. I slide a finger inside of her and then I’m thrusting it in and out while carrying on with my assault on her clit. I don’t stop until she’s exploding around me and her whole body is trembling. Somewhere along the way she’s lost her glasses and her hair’s a wild mess across the bed sheets.
“Fuck me…you’re beautiful,” I tell her, adjusting my cock that feels like a bomb about to detonate at any second. I move to stand and she grabs the back of my legs, pulling me back down onto her.
“That was wow… just wow,” she says and kisses me, sucking my tongue into her mouth. God, this girl couldn’t be any sexier.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you,” I whisper into her neck. “Can I keep you?”
She pulls back and smiles at me, it lights up her whole face, those huge green eyes sparkling at me. This is it, I realize. The moment I know I would rather die than spend another second without her.
“You're amazing Blair, I’m kinda crazy for you.”
I need her to know how I feel. To know that she’s not just some random hook up. I want her to know that she’s it for me. I just need her.
“I’m so far past crazy for you,” she whispers.
I exhale in relief, and pull her into a tight embrace. The comfort of those few words filling my whole body with a sense of peace, Like she’s a piece of me that I never knew was missing. She completes me, makes me feel whole.
“Do you…um, should I?” she says, pulling away and diverting her eyes to my dick that is straining against my pants.
I let my amusement at her awkward suggestion show on my face. I wink and lean forward kissing her forehead. “That’s nothing a cold shower or ten won’t take care of.”
There’s nothing more in this moment I want than to be inside of her, but when it happens, I don’t want it to be some rush job before her mom gets home from work.
I release my hold of her and sit on the bed watching as she pulls her panties back into place and steps back into her jeans.
She turns to face me with a look of confusion covering her pretty little face.
“What?” I ask.
She moves forward and stands between my legs looking down at me.
I lift my eyebrows and wait as she decides how to say whatever it is that she’s wanting to.
“I just want to know…this is embarrassing, I mean, I’m not the type of girl that hooks up and does this kind of thing, you know? I’ve never done this and I, um…I just need to know what this is. What are we doing?”
She’s shaking as I reach up and grab her waist, pulling her down onto my lap.
“You're so fucking cute when you’re awkward,” I tell her. “And this,” I motion with my finger between us, “this is me, making you mine.”
IT’S BEEN ONE whole week since Ethan and I started dating. At least I think that’s what we’re doing. I asked him after the ‘tutoring session’ that had nothing to do with learning math and everything to do with learning each other. His response turned me into a puddle; he’s the complete opposite of everything I expected him to be. I assumed that our relationship in school would pretty much stay the same.
He has a reputation for being a man-whore and his actions generally confirmed it. The last thing I expected was for him to be the attentive boyfriend type, the one who opens doors and carries books and blows off the guys to eat lunch with me outside. It’s only been a week and I’m wondering if the novelty of this for him will wear off. He’s told me he’s never been in a relationship before, or rather he’s never been exclusive with anyone. He knows I’ve never had a relationship—period—so I can’t help thinking that the wheels are gonna fall off this thing. I’m pretty sure that when they do he’ll have ruined me. I literally can’t go more than a couple of hours without thinking about him. I’ve turned into a complete sappy mess.