Page 31 of Gone for You

“Got another thing you want to touch?”

Busted.I reluctantly raise my eyes. “Well, yeah, but now you’ve got me scared. What kind of porn star are we talking here? Like, freak of nature starring in giant dong videos or just run of the mill big whacker?”

His body shakes with laughter. “Are you fifteen? You just referred to a penis as a dong and whacker in one sentence.”

“I once did an article on penis nicknames,” I admit with a smile.

“Of course you did.”

“It was right after the vagina one.”

“That makes sense, because it’s always good for the penis to come after the vagina.” He winks.

I point at him and make a clicking sound with my tongue. “Ah, I see what you did there.” He captures my finger and the mood suddenly shifts from joking and playful to something else entirely when he brings it to his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing it. He leans over, nestling his face into my neck, kissing me.

“Still nervous?” he asks. His breath is hot against my skin.

“I wasn’t…”

Ethan raises up on his elbow, looks down at me. “I could practically see the wheels turning, Liv.”

“Okay, fine! I’m a little bit nervous. I’ve never…”

“Never?” he almost shouts.

“Oh geesh! No! Ha! Ha, ha, ha. No. Notthat. I’m not a… you know. I’ve done it before. Thousands of times. Well, not necessarily thousands, but plenty, I tell you.” I clamp my mouth shut.

“This is all very informative.”

I shove his shoulder. “Shut up!”

He chuckles, kisses me on the lips, effectively shutting me up.

“I’m not judging.”

“Ugh.”

“Take a breath, Liv. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

I do as I’m told then whisper, “I’ve never been with anyone when it’s felt like,” I point back and forth between us, “this. I know it might be complicated but I feel like this is more.”

His voice takes on a low note as he rolls us over. “Oh it’s more. It’s definitely more.”

Chapter 7

Ethan

She’s sobeautiful laid out before me. Bright red bra a stark contrast to her milky skin. A few freckles dot the bridge of her nose. Her bottom lip is full and plump and her upper has a sensual little bow to it. There’s a tattoo of tiny stars on her rib cage and I brush my thumb over them, back and forth. It’s simple and sexy and I love that it was like a little Easter egg I found, something I had no idea existed until I started stripping her clothes off.

Not being able to resist, I lean down, kiss each individual star. “Hmm. Any others I’ll find hidden?” I wonder aloud. She only mewls in response and I want nothing more than to discover all her little treasures.

I raise my eyes to hers and grip the button on her jeans.

She nods, bites her lip, but doesn’t say anything. She’s probably afraid if she opens her mouth, she’ll start that nervous rambling again. Which is cute as all get out.

I slide the button through the opening and slowly unzip her jeans. Gripping the waistband, I tug them gently over her hips, down her slender thighs. Her underwear in no way matches her bra and for some reason I like that. They’re bright blue with tiny white dots on them. A silky cotton material in a style that’s all about comfort. My knuckles drag against her silky skin as I take a leisurely stroll along her sexy as fuck legs but I leave her underwear in their place, not yet having permission to remove them even though I don’t think she’d stop me.

“Oh my gosh,” she groans, whining. “You’re taking forever.”

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