He pushes back on his haunches, flicks the buttons open and shrugs out of the dark denim. He doesn’t take his eyes from me as he grabs his wallet from the pocket, and then tosses the jeans aside and places it on the pillow next to me. His expression has me clamping my thighs trying to ease the stir he’s rousing. I watch as the corner of his mouth lifts and his dimples appear from my movement. He’s looking at me with such reverence I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convey in words how this makes me feel.
I’m transfixed on his face and miss the way he removes his underwear. He pulls his shirt up from his back and over his head, breaking the spell, and then he’s propped up before me, entirely naked. I greedily scrutinize every inch of his beautiful body. I track the peaks and hollows of his torso, noting the bruising that colors his taught skin. My fingers trace the dips in his abs before moving over his chest. I slow my exploration as it comes to rest over his heart. I can feel the wild thrums vibrate against my palm, and he’s looking at me tenderly. I almost smile; thank god he seems to be as nervous as me. I pull him closer with my free arm and place his hand over my heart, so he knows he’s not the only one feeling this way. We spend what feels like minutes, but could be hours, silently watching each other and saying so much without uttering a single word. I feel myself sink slightly as the bed slopes and he reaches to pick up his wallet and produces a blue foil square. I use his distraction to remove my shirt and bra. Just do it, I think as I take the packet as he’s opening it and gently begin to roll the condom down over him, hypnotized by the moan he lets escape as I push the latex all the way down to his base. I maneuver myself so that he can guide himself into me, and he pulls away furrowing his brow.
“I need to take care of you first, Princess.”
I smile at the restraint I know he’s trying to exercise and pull him closer.
“I need you inside of me now, Ethan.” My voice is embarrassingly breathy and doesn’t even sound like my own. Brie would be impressed with the salaciousness of it.
His smile is instant and then I feel him slowly push himself inside of me with careful deliberation. Warmth flows from my head to my toes and I still as every nerve ending ignites and spreads like wildfire through my veins. My toes curl and my heels dig into the mattress.
“Let me know if I hurt you.”
I respond by tilting my hips and letting him sink deeper inside. His groan infiltrates my senses and then it's my turn to whimper as he begins rocking into me in a slow deep rhythm. Nothing has ever felt this good.
Our bodies collide and become slick with sweat as we move against one another, exulting in the desire and hunger we’re trying to sate. I feel as though I’m drowning, and he’s my lifeline. I give him all of me, every ounce of passion, every fragment of my heart. He owns me body and soul.
My body thrums as I’m overcome with a surge of intense heat and I’m struck by a rapturous wave of pleasure that rolls over me again and again.
“Blair, I…” His body stills and then I feel him throb inside of me as his shoulders tense and it kick-starts a tirade of aftershocks.
I sink further into the mess of sheets as his body dips and his head drops down to the space between my shoulder and neck.
“Are you okay? Was that okay?”
I smile up at the ceiling and suppress the laugh I want to release.
“It was more than okay, Ethan. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was about perfect.”
“Promise?”
This time I do let a laugh escape. “You want me to promise that your bedroom skills are perfect?”
“No.” The wetness of his lips skate along my neck before he continues.
“I want you to promise that we are perfect, that what we have is real, and you feel it too; because I haven’t allowed anyone or anything into my life for so long, I’m kind of terrified that I’ll lose the way I’m feeling right now.”
My arms tighten around his waist, and I bow into him, trying to make contact with every inch of his body. I can’t seem to get close enough.
“I promise.”