Page 47 of Tides of Change
He immediately jerked his hand back. “We can sto?—”
“I want to touch you, too.” I licked my lips. “At the same time.”
He grinned playfully. “I won’t say no to that.” He made quick work of shedding his jeans and boxer briefs to his knees, his dick bobbing free.
I reached out and grasped his long, thick cock, warm in my encircling fingers. My heart thundered at the heady feeling of another man’s erection in my hand. I didn’t think I could get any harder. Until Ethan licked his palm and enclosed my dick withhis slick hand. I nearly flew off the couch, and my balls ached. But this wasn’t only about me.
I began pumping Ethan slowly, running my hand up and down his hard yet silky length, paying attention to the head, and getting a feel for his minute responses. A slight hitch of breath. A tensing of his stomach muscles. A soft moan. His reactions spurred me on, and I pumped him faster and with a bit more pressure.
But my ministrations stuttered, and I lost my grip when he expertly played me like a fine instrument. With my heightened senses and the knowledge that this was aman’shand—Ethan’shand—on my dick, it wasn’t long before the telltale tingling began at the base of my spine. Ethan fused his mouth with mine, his tongue pulsing in and out to the rhythm of his strokes, and tipped me over the edge. I thrust into his hand erratically, threw my head back with a cry, and came with sparklers lighting the backs of my eyelids. I collapsed onto the cushions, gasping. His hand left my softening cock, leaving me bereft.
The softswooshingof skin rubbing frantically on skin filled the room, and I opened my eyes just as Ethan came, dick in hand, with a low, drawn-out moan.
“Hey! I was supposed to do that.” My voice betrayed my post-orgasm fatigue.
Ethan blew out a breath and sat back. “Couldn’t wait. You werehot.”
I chuckled, ridiculously proud that I could reduce him to impatience.
He stood and pulled his pants up to mid-thigh. “Wait here.” He awkwardly waddled down the hallway and returned in a few moments with his pants zipped. He sat and gently cleaned my stomach with a warm, wet washcloth.
I raised my hips and dressed. “Thank you. That was…” I shook my head, hardly able to express the contentedness inside me. “You made my first time easy—and phenomenal.”
Ethan responded with a quick kiss to my lips. “I’m glad you don’t regret it.”
“Absolutely not.” The experience further cemented my attraction to Ethan, and I wanted more. What that entailed, I didn’t know. I was ready to explore with him. But exhaustion hit me like a rogue wave, and I suppressed a yawn.
Ethan chuckled and stood. “Time for you to go to bed.” He pulled on my elbow, and I climbed to my feet.
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Is that an invitation?” I teased.
His cheeks flushed. “Well, if you—” he said, hesitantly.
“Just kidding. I don’t have my toothbrush with me.” I’d never slept the entire night with a girlfriend—not even Ava—but the thought of sleeping with Ethan appealed to me on a deep level.Goals.
Covering another yawn, I followed Ethan to the door and slipped into my shoes. With one last, lingering kiss, we said goodnight.
I stepped out the door and listened as the lock engaged. I walked across the dark street, my senses on high alert. Footsteps scuffed along the pavement down the street and faded around the corner. Was it a dog walker? Someone out for a stroll late in the evening?
Or someone more sinister?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ethan
Monday at noon, I paused my writing. Hunger drew me to the kitchen, but my thoughts were focused on anything but lunch. As I mindlessly slapped sliced turkey onto whole wheat bread, memories of Saturday night stole my attention.
I could still feel Garrett’s warm breath against my skin, his strong hands gripping me. How did he feel about what had happened between us? Did he regret it? Or was he like me—reliving every electrifying moment? The mere thought sent a charge through my body, tightened my chest, and quickened my pulse.
He could’ve chosen anyone. Someone with less baggage. Someone safer. But he chose me.
The realization settled in my chest like warmth melting an ice cube. He’d handed me that moment, that trust, not just with his body but with a part of himself he’d never offered anyone before.
And that…meant something.
It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t curiosity or impulse. It was Garrett stepping into something new—with me.
And I’d be damned if I wouldn’t treat that like the rare, complicated, beautiful thing it was.
