Page 81 of Jaime
He pulled back, kissing me feverishly and I kissed him back, just as excited until he pulled back.
“Not in the nursery, in our room.”
“We have a room!” I gushed. “And Evie has her own one.”
He laughed, pushing me through the primary bedroom door and shutting it behind us.
“Clothes off,” he said, and I couldn’t get undressed fast enough.
I climbed into bed while Ethan pulled his shirt over his head. He didn’t get far with his pants though, because when he saw me spread out on his sheets, he groaned and dove for me. He gripped my thighs, holding them apart, and buried his face into the crook, licking the seam where my thigh began. Avoiding my cock, he sucked my balls next, pulling one into his mouth and then the other while I bucked.
“Fuck,” I groaned, barely getting used to the sensation as he moved lower, licking my hole with a strong swipe of his tongue.
I cried out, arching away from him. He pulled me back down, proceeding to bury his tongue so deep inside me that I was squirming and writing by the time he finally got up to kick his pants free in frustration.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he growled.
I nodded eagerly.
“Please,” I whispered.
We hadn’t had the chance to do it again, and I was aching for it.
I gripped my knees, pulling them toward my armpits, desperate for it.
Ethan made a guttural noise, watching the display and my hole clenched in anticipation.
He kneeled over me on the bed, slathering his thick cock with lube and then using what remained on his hand to stroke my hole, shutting his eyes in appreciation at the way it opened and closed for him.
Finally, he moved his hand, gripping the insides of both of my knees instead as he positioned himself and slowly pressed inside.
It stung a little, just like last time, but this time, I knew what that minor pain would come with and I didn’t care.
His cock stretched me rubbing against my prostate as he pressed in deep. My lips parted, eyes rolling at the sudden intensity of the sensation.
“Like that, baby?”
I nodded, moaning as he did it again.
Ethan took his time with me, like every time, completely wearing me out, slowing or pulling out whenever I was too close.
“Not yet,” he grunted each time before starting again, completely undoing me until I was a mess, crying out without control, cock leaking, body weak.
Finally, he pressed his lips to my ear, sucking the lobe and whispering.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”
He thrust his cock in deep while he said it, grinding hard at the right angle.
My entire body convulsed with pleasure. Irrepressible tremors ran through me, and I gasped, coming between us without the help of a hand or anything.
Ethan moaned encouragements, stroking my hair, hips flexing against my hole, continuing to grind until he lost control just as completely, groaning and gasping, his cock flexing over and over inside me as he emptied, filling me with delicious heat.
I collapsed like that, satisfied from the tips of my hairs to the bottoms of my feet.
When I woke up, Ethan was dozing next to me, his arms wrapped loosely around me, his light hair sticking up at odd angles. Nothing like the neat Mr. McIntosh he played on TV. It was hard to imaginethatman commanding with his partners and satisfied in bed.
I stroked my hands gently over the hair on his chest, feeling his masculine body. Everything about Ethan filled me with comfort. I didn’t know what it was, just that his presence, the feel of his skin, his breath on my neck—it all filled me with peace.
