Ewan’s eyes burn with a new fervour, and I move my mouth to reach his. He responds with a sudden and engulfing kiss, his tongue parting my lips as he kisses me deeply.
The intense passion overtakes me in seconds, and I grip his head so he can’t pull away. Ewan doesn’t need persuading, kissing me harder, scruff scratching my cheek. His taste and scent intoxicate me, and I shake as he circles his arms around my waist, holding me to him. I tear my mouth away to catch my breath, and Ewan shifts his attention to my neck, kissing and nipping my skin.
His hands slide along my leg, pushing beneath my dress until he reaches my ass, and digs his fingers into the skin as holds my hips against his. His arousal pushes against me, and the ache between my legs grows at his touch. The movement of his lips on mine travels into every nerve ending, my body aching for him. Ewan pushes my dress higher, and right now all I want us the flimsy material between us gone.
I reach behind me, attempting to pull at the zip and failing. Ewan rests his head on my shoulder, hot breath against my face as he pushes my hand away to pull. He tugs but the zip doesn't move, then pulls harder.
“Don't tear my dress! I need this for tomorrow.”
“Fine.” In a swift movement, Ewan seizes hold of me and pushes backwards so I fall onto the bed, my hair splaying across the sheets.
The crumpled sheets are cool against my hot skin as Ewan presses himself onto me, and his cotton shirt brushes my peaked nipples. I can’t move, as our limbs tangle and mouths lock. He kneels and settles between my legs, pushing my dress to my waist, and himself against me. As Ewan’s mouth hungrily claims mine, his hands move to my leg again, but this time when he pushes his hand up my thigh, he doesn't stop. The rough passion shocks and arouse me, as he gives in to his lust.
Beneath his hands and mouth, I disintegrate into pleasure, digging my nails into Ewan’s back to keep myself grounded, trembling. I shuffle backwards onto the bed and pull Ewan by the shirt, wanting his body covering mine. He slides his hand to the zip again, and as he pulls hard, I hear the material rip.
“Ewan!”
“Don’t care.” He pulls the straps down my shoulders and nips my skin from my earlobe to my neck as he pushes the material down exposing my breasts swelling against my lace bra. With both hands he yanks at the material, watching with heavy breaths as he reveals more of my skin. I wriggle so he can pull away my dress. He looks down, and heat grazes my skin as he strokes my belly, teasingly playing with the edge of my panties soaking up the sight of me.
“I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to see you naked.” Before I can catch my breath, he pulls at my panties too, dragging them from my legs to the floor, my bra following shortly after.
Ewan stands and grabs his shirt between the shoulder blades, the powerful muscles in his arms flexing as he does. I inhale sharply as I take in the sight of him; at the tattoos, I ached to trace with my fingers; the broad chest he's held me against in the past. As I stare, he kicks off his shoes and unbuttons his trousers, eyes on mine, and they drop to the floor next to his shirt.
Wow. Ewan. Naked. Finally. Six-foot-plus of solid muscle, ink etched across his arms and torso. The dim light from the small lamp highlights every inch of his sculpted physique, from the contours of his chest and tight abs to the powerful arms and shoulders.
I barely get a chance to soak in the sight before Ewan kneels on the floor. He reaches out a hand and runs his hands across my skin, tracing the mount of my breasts, rough thumb brushing my nipples. Mouth parted, breath coming quicker, Ewan watches as he maps my skin with his fingertips. I tense, anticipating his touch as he runs his fingers along my belly and downwards.
Without a word, Ewan drags me roughly toward him by the ankles. He parts my legs, and he kisses his way from my calf upwards, his stubbled cheek rough against my thigh. Strong hands slide beneath my ass and pull me upwards, and I jolt at the sensation as his tongue slides along my flesh.
I grip the edge of the sheets and bite back the groan as Ewan teases me with soft strokes of his tongue. Ever since that first night in the kitchen, I’ve dreamed of being with Ewan again. The frustration built from wanting his hands and mouth on me finally releases as the pleasure coils deep inside and the shaking intensifies. In moments, he has me spiralling high; and when Ewan slips a finger inside me again, I fight against crying out.
The pressure builds, and I can’t decide whether to move my shaking self away or give in to the inevitable. The choice isn’t mine, as Ewan holds me to him, his fingers digging into my backside as he moves his fingers and tongue harder. Shivers run along my spine over and over as he sucks on my clit, and his scruff scrapes against me as he moves his face against my sensitive flesh. I let go, pushing into him, and grasping his hair as I chase the stars. They blind me as the orgasm hits; sudden and intense.
When I open them again, Ewan’s arms are either side of me, as he looks down, eyes burning with a passion to match mine. His smile grows as he looks down at the panting mess he’s made of me. He wipes his face with the back of his hand and sits on his haunches, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Are we good?" he asks, voice hoarse.
"What?" Realisation dawns. "Ewan! Are you avoiding sex with me still?"
Ewan takes a shuddering breath and laughs. He’s bloody teasing me. I launch myself forward and, taking him by surprise, Ewan falls backwards onto the carpet. The sheets from the bed drop to the floor next to us. I straddle him, his cock pushing against my stomach instead. I mash my mouth with his, gripping his head in both hands. The distraction works, and he moves his hand from the floor to hold my face and kiss me back, sinking onto the carpet. He stops and holds my cheeks, eyes searching my face.
"Let go, Ewan," I say. "You always promised me next time you wouldn't hold back."
“No way am I holding back. Not with you like that. Fuck, Vee.” He pants out the words as I slide him against my slick pussy.
Ewan lets go of my hair and in a swift move tips me over onto the sheets covering the carpet. I gasp as my back hits the floor. Pinioning my hands back over my head with one hand, he pushes my legs open with his knee. All I’m aware of is the tip of him resting against my sensitive flesh, and I shift my hips, desperate for Ewan to fill me.
Something passes between us as his darkened gaze meets mine; the understanding that we’re about to cross a line and we don’t know where we’ll be once we do. I open my mouth to tell him not to stop, and not to be pulled back by doubts.
But Ewan’s beyond thinking.
I gasp as he thrusts into me hard then stops, kissing me again, and forcing my mouth open to accept his tongue. I grip his shoulders, fingers digging into the knotted muscle, and lock my legs around his waist; I fit tightly around him but want him closer. Ewan pulls his head away and takes a deep breath. He withdraws slowly, watching my face as he runs his fingers along my lips.