Page 88 of Playing for Keeps
My Ethan.
I really, really didn’t want to screw this up. Nothing had ever been more important. I braced one hand against his hip and lined myself up.
“Need you,” he gasped, pushing his ass back toward me.
The words lit up something deep within me, and with a firm thrust I pushed inside him.
Oh fuck, I was inside Ethan.
For a second we both held our breath.
Ethan got with the program quicker than me, pushing his ass back to pull me further inside his body.
He was so hot and tight. I slowly eased my way inside him, feeling him relax as I worked my way deeper.
Desire ran rampant through me but I took it slow, delivering kisses to his back and neck.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as I bottomed out inside him.
I stilled. “You okay?”
“Never better.” He turned his face toward me, trying to kiss me.
I leaned forward, stretching just far enough to press my lips to his.
“Move,” he urged.
I gave a tentative thrust, and he moaned, which gave me more confidence as I lost myself, fucking him deep and slow.
Ethan’s fists clenched the sheets.
“Harder,” he said.
“Trying. Not. To. Hurt. You,” I puffed out.
“Want to feel you forever,” he gasped.
Shit. He couldn’t say things like that to me or else my orgasm would make a very speedy arrival.
I reached around to stroke him in rhythm with fucking him. Because I had to get him there with me. I had to make this as amazing for him as it was for me.
“Oh holy hell,” he panted. “I’m close.”
“Come for me,” I said.
And suddenly Ethan was buckling underneath me and he shot, and the knowledge that he was coming undone, with me inside him, had me convulsing, my orgasm shooting through me, my whole body vibrating as I came and came.
Emotion pulsed through me and I shook with it as I pulled out of him, slowly, gently.
Ethan had collapsed face down on the bed.
“Oh holy fuck,” he said, his words muffled by the mattress.
I couldn’t have agreed more.
I deposited one last kiss on his back and then, on trembling legs, I stumbled into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean up.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked completely wrecked. Appropriate, as that was exactly how I felt. Wrecked. Both emotionally and physically.
