Page 34 of Gone for You

She looks between us, which doesn’t help because her focusing on where we’re joining is only turning me on even more. “Does it feel, like, you can feel it more?”

“What do you think?”

“Better?”

Fuck yes.“Yeah. Haveyouever gone without?”

“I haven’t, either.” I want to question her. Ask her why but then I’d look like a hypocrite because I’ve never trusted anyone enough or felt the desire to go without a condom with anyone else. If I’m the first person she’s trusting in this way, then I’m not going to ask questions. At least not until we get to the discussing our past relationship portion of our time together. She shifts, shimmying her hips a little so we’re fitted even more snug. “I feel more, too, but I wasn’t sure if it was a myth or if I’m just really freaking horny.”

“Don’t talk about how horny you are, it’s not helping.”

That smile when she’s staring down at me… wow. It’s breathtaking. “So if we trust each other then,” she shrugs, rocks again, “let’s just go with it.”

No more messing around. I grip her hips and lift mine, pushing deep into her, hitting a spot I know is going to trigger her, set her off. She drops her head back and moans, places her hands on my legs, leans back, tilts her hips and we find a rhythm together.

She cries out my name, I respond with a, “Mm hmm.”

“S-s-s-so good,” she stutters.

“Fuck yeah.”

Her face is red and she’s panting, legs are starting to quake a bit so I help her, using my arm strength to continue our pace. “I’m close,” she whispers.

“Get there,” I grunt.

She licks her middle finger, reaches down, presses against her clit and within seconds she’s flying and I’m following close behind.

I pull her down, breasts crushing against my chest. We’re sweating and breathing hard and there’s no way in hell I’ll be satisfied with just once. And I don’t mean just tonight.

“Oh my gosh, Ethan,” she murmurs.

“I know, babe. Same.”

I twist so we’re laying on our sides, facing each other and she looks down between us where we’re still connected.

“Stay right here. I’ll go grab a towel.”

She nods and bites her lip, suddenly a bit shy after what we just shared.

Slowly I pull out of her, kiss her forehead and hustle to my bathroom. When I return with a towel, I help get her cleaned up then pull her off the mattress. I can see that she has a million questions going through her mind and I want to assure her, even though I don’t have a clue as to what our next steps are, either.

“Time for a shower. Together. Tonight, you’re staying here. In the morning we’ll figure it out.”

“Okay.”

“That’s it? Just okay?”

“Yup.”

“That’s enough for me.” She squeals when I pick her up, and carry her to the shower, clean us up before we get dirty again.

I don’t know how I’m going to let her go when she leaves. All I can hope is that some part of her stays with me and we can figure it out, just like I promised.

Chapter 8

Ethan

I convincedLiv to spend a few extra days here in Liberty with me before she had to go back to Chicago. It’s been a few days and we’ve already gotten in a routine of phone calls and keeping in touch as often as possible.

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