Page 43 of Unfolding Ethan

“If we are doing this then these”—he held my breasts and flicked his thumbs on my sensitive nipples—“are mine.” He growled in my ear and moved his hips so I could feel all his length rub over my sex.

I gasped, my hands holding on to his shoulders. Even though there were layers of clothes separating us, I could feel how hard he was, and I was sure he already knew how wet he made me.

He lowered his hand under the briefs I was wearing, and my eyes widened when he cupped my sex in his palm and gave it a squeeze, watching me as my lips parted. “And so is this pussy,capisce?”

Somehow, I had lost the ability to speak, so I nodded when he started rubbing my folds with his fingers. I bit my lips when I rocked my hips on his hand, sighing at the friction and the tight coil building in my stomach.

I paused and watched his face when I slid my hand under his sweatpants, flush creeping up his neck as my palm wrapped around his impressive hardened shaft. My eyes widened a little when I squeezed him. Ethan cursed under his breath when he twitched in my palm.

I managed to find my voice and said, “Only if this is mine,si?”

Ethan looked strained and I gave him a small smile, sliding my hand over his cock, feeling the ridges of veins and soft velvety skin. I sighed when he removed his hand from the briefs and so did I. We were making a deal here.

“Deal.”

“Deal.” I nodded. “How should we seal-mffgh!Okay.”

He interrupted me by landing his lips on mine and kissing me until we were panting for oxygen. He opened his mouth, sucking on my lower lip, and heat pulsed in my lower stomach and I felt like melting in his arms. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I moved on him to feel him stroking over my throbbing core, loving the feeling of him as I wondered how good it would feel if he was inside me.

His hands squeezed my ass, moving my hips on him, and he let out a groan. “Oh,fuck, Kiara,” he whispered, his sharp, warm breath falling on my neck. He kissed the swell of my breast, moving to wrap his hot mouth around my nipple and biting it.

My nails dug on his shoulder and I cried out his name, arching my chest to him, and closed my eyes. Ethan took the lead and laid me down on the couch, moving over me and spreading my legs to settle himself between them. I felt the hard shape of him and wanted to touch him, make him fall apart as he did to me last night. I gasped when he shifted and his length pressed directly over my clit.

The only sounds that surrounded us were the muffled sound of the television and breathy moans and groans from both of us. His hands were kneading my breasts, stimulating my sensitive nipples as I whimpered beneath him, my stomach tightening with the familiar ache. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he growled quietly, biting my earlobe.Oh, fuck. I let out a loud moan and arched my back.

“Shit,” he grunted. “You feel so good, Bella.”

I hummed and said, “Can we do this without clothes? I want to feel you. Skin to skin.”

Ethan closed his eyes and dropped his head on my chest, kissing my breast. I clenched my legs around him and he let out a groan, his fingers on my waist tightening as he rocked against me, harder and faster.

“Oh, fuck, Kiara, don’t say things like that. I will be embarrassed and come in my pants.”

“Please, Ethan.”

Our carnal sounds surrounded us, and I knew he was close when he squeezed his eyes shut, holding me close and hiding his face in my chest. My own orgasm was on the edge, my stomach tightening with a throbbing ache.

Ethan held himself up on his elbows, his thrusts firm and hard as he looked down at me, his hair falling across his forehead. He kissed my lips, swearing against my throat when we chased down our orgasm. The hot, urgent feeling growing and growing until I fell down the peak, scratching his back with my nails to hold on to something as I kept falling, crying out his name.

He pushed twice and held me close, grunting into my neck as he came, his voice rough and warm on my skin. I held him close, running my fingers through his hair.

Ethan managed to push himself on his arms and smiled down at me. His cheeks were flushed as he dipped down and kissed my lips. “Hey, you.”

I grinned and was about to reply when someone knocked on the door. We froze and for a moment, I could hear every single noise in the room. The sound of the television, Ethan’s ragged warm breath on my neck, the sound of my small gasps and the way his muscled chest scraped over my bare chest.

“Ethan beta!”

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Radha and Krishna

Ethan

Our eyes widened, my heart pounding against my chest as I just had one of the best orgasms of my life. Kiara was breathing heavily, and I cursed, looking at her swollen nipples peeking from the scrambled shirt. I looked at her face and I felt myself twitch again.Fuck. She was beautiful. Her hair tousled, lips swollen, cheeks flushed and her heavy-lidded brown eyes begging me for more.Fuckfuckfuck.

I shook my head and looked down at my sweatpants. I sat back on my heels, my eyes flickering between her spread legs. I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the urge to remove the briefs, slide her legs around my waist, and thrust myself inside her, pinning her hands above her head.

Running my hand through my hair, I looked down at my sweatpants, getting a semi just by looking at her like this. “I can’t open the door likethis, Kiara.”

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