Page 47 of The Paris Chapter

‘Same,’ I said, pleased. Every compliment, every sign that he wanted me, thrilled me. I couldn’t help it.

‘Want to stop at kissing?’ Ethan asked me then.

‘No,’ I said softly.

‘Let’s get more comfortable.’ Ethan stood up and held a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me off the floor with him and we both collapsed on the sofa together. His hands moved around my back to pull me closer, still kissing me softly. I whimpered again and he reached down to the edge of my T-shirt. ‘Can Itouch you?’ he whispered, his fingertips sliding under the fabric to touch my skin, which was covered in goosebumps from his kisses.

‘Yes,’ I breathed.

‘Are you sure? We can keep our clothes on again?’

‘Nope.’ I grabbed the T-shirt from him and lifted it off me.

Ethan chuckled softly as his eyes dropped to my bra. ‘Hmm. I prefer this, I have to say,’ he said. His eyes moved back up to mine. I looked back at him hungrily. I was sure he could tell how hard I was breathing right now. ‘I want to know: what move are you anticipating now, sweetheart?’

It took an incredible amount of restraint not to lose all control when he called me that. I moved one hand into his hair and stroked it. ‘I think you’re going to…’

He leaned in and kissed my collarbone, rendering me speechless. He trailed kisses down my chest then my breasts, pulling my bra down and drawing my hard nipples into his mouth with relish. I held on tightly around his neck, rocking my hips against his jogging bottoms. He grunted and sucked on my nipple in response.

Then Ethan pulled back. ‘Want to stop?’

‘No, definitely not,’ I said. What he had said had aroused me just as much as his touches. I leaned in to kiss him deeply. His tongue finally found mine and I wriggled closer on his lap, making him murmur contentedly. I leaned back and raised an eyebrow, wondering what his next move was.

Ethan grinned and suddenly he flipped me so I was on my back on the sofa. ‘I’d love to make you come again, but only if you want me to.’

‘At this point, I’m halfway there,’ I gasped. I didn’t know how this man could turn me on so much barely touching me but Iwas sinking into the sofa like I had turned into putty. ‘Ethan, you’re driving me crazy.’

‘Good.’ He reached for my jogging bottoms then slipped them off me. I lifted my bum to help, then I was in my underwear. ‘I finally get to touch you like this,’ he said, sliding his hand down the centre of my chest, skimming my bra, to my stomach then to trace the edge of my underwear. ‘I thought about it the night you took all your clothes off and I stupidly stayed in bed.’

I giggled as I thought back to that. ‘Oops. You were very restrained that night.’

‘Just hiding my raging erection and very improper thoughts.’

My giggling got worse. ‘Ethan!’

Ethan smiled at my reaction. ‘I really wanted to touch you. Have you wanted me to touch you, Tessa?’

‘Yes. Please,’ I whimpered.

‘When?’ he asked, his voice low and urgent. ‘I need to know.’

We looked at each other. I recognised the insecurity in his tone and the expression on his face. I was just as insecure. I wondered if hearing from Joe had made it worse for both of us. We now needed reassurance from each other. ‘I wanted you to touch me that night too. And earlier when we kept our clothes on… or maybe when I saw you coming out of the bathroom in that skimpy white towel.’

Ethan’s eyes widened. ‘We could have been doing this for five days?’ His hand began to stroke me over my underwear. ‘All I want to do is hear you moan again,’ Ethan said, leaning down to pull at my underwear. I lifted my bum again and he slid them off and crouched down beside me. I was throbbing with want now and when he dropped kisses along the inside of my legs as I lifted them up and parted them for him, they began to tremble. He put his hands on them. ‘It’s okay, sweetheart,’ he whisperedbetween kisses, calming me. ‘I want to taste you, to make you come with my tongue. Can I?’

‘Fuck, yes,’ I said, my hand coming down into his hair and clutching hold of it.

He grunted in response, then finally his kisses travelled up to where I craved him. When his tongue found me, I shivered with relief.

God, this feels so good.

I moaned as Ethan licked me. His hand joined his tongue and he alternated between stroking me with his fingertips and his tongue, slowly and deliciously. He took his time with me like he did with everything and I was a shaky mess above him, groaning at his every touch. When he started to move faster and when he applied more pressure, I thought I might die. ‘Ethan, I don’t know what you are doing but don’t stop,’ I begged him. I grabbed hold of the sofa as I began to writhe, Ethan not lifting off me for a second.

‘Right there,’ I gasped when his tongue hit a spot that sent pleasure shooting through me. Ethan slipped two fingers inside me then, his mouth staying where it was, and when he sucked on me, I lost complete control. ‘Bloody hell,’ I cried as my whole body shook. Pleasure rolled through me like a wave and I wanted to ride it forever. I shuddered, my legs turning to jelly, heat shooting through my body as I slowly came back down to earth.

‘That was… incredible,’ I breathed as Ethan lifted off me. My legs flopped down onto the sofa, as did my head.

‘That was so hot, Tessa, my God,’ he replied, reaching down to take his bottoms off. He pulled himself out of his boxers and began stroking. He was so big and hard, my eyes widened, thinking about how he would feel inside me.

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