Page 76 of Paging Dr. Hart
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t stand it.” He lowers his mouth to tease and suck at the soft, tender flesh. His tongue swirls around my nipples until they stiffen into hard peaks.
I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as all my focus narrows to what his mouth feels like on my skin. Each tug on my sensitive nipples sends a corresponding ache between my legs. Unable to move, I’m spellbound by Ethan’s hands and mouth. Every place he touches lights up like a glow stick.
Reaching down, I rub my palm against Ethan’s bulging length through the wet fabric of his pants. My hand grasping him makes his erection strain against his zipper. He quickly pulls off his pants and underwear until he stands naked before me. I let my eyes roam over his face, his body, taking in the long lines of his legs, the definition of his muscles, and the way they shift when he moves. He’s so gorgeous, it actually hurts to look at him, with all those hard, sharp angles that seem to line up just right against my softer curves.
When I grip Ethan firmly, running my hand up and down his shaft, he gasps aloud. Shifting my hand for better purchase, I stroke him faster, lingering over his velvety head. He groans, chest heaving, and then, surprising me, grabs my wrist, halting the motion. Confused, I relax my hand. I’m puzzled about why he made me stop something he was so obviously enjoying.
“Tiffy,” he rasps out, “this isn’t why I asked to come to Florida with you. I wasn’t trying to trick you into this.”
“I know,” I answer, again tightening my grip on him.
Ethan sucks air through his teeth at my touch. “I don’t want you to freak out tomorrow. If this happens, you can’t push me away,” he warns, eyebrows lowered and face serious.
“I won’t.” I press my naked chest against his. His chest hair scrapes deliciously like sandpaper over my aching nipples. “I want this, Ethan. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
His laugh is almost humorless. “All day? I’ve been thinking about this since the moment we met.” He grazes his nose along mine and whispers huskily, “You’ve got me shaken up like a bottle of champagne. Once you take that cork out, I won’t be able to put it back in.” Ethan pulls back and places his hand under my chin, tilting my head until I look him in the eye. His voice earnest, he says, “Promise me. Swear you won’t run away.”
“I promise,” I whisper as I unzip my skirt and shimmy out of it, letting it fall to the floor, to puddle there along with my panties.
Those words are the release he’s been waiting for. His hands are suddenly everywhere all at once. In my hair, kneading my breast, and finally between my legs. When his fingers slip into my wetness, my knees almost buckle, but he holds me up, one strong arm supporting me while the other works, running over the bundle of nerves at my apex and then diving deep inside me. It’s intoxicating.
I open my legs wider, welcoming his plunder. Ethan moves his fingers over me again and again until I can feel myself tightening. Now I’m the one to stop his hand, grabbing his wrist and holding it still.
“Please, Ethan,” I pant. “I want you inside of me.” At this moment, I’m not too proud to beg. I need him too badly.
His forehead wrinkles and for a heartbreaking minute I think he’ll deny me, but that’s my insecurity talking. “I think I have a condom in my wallet. Hang on.” He’s gone for a second that feels like an eternity. Then he’s back, condom on and ready.
Eyes locked with each other, Ethan presses me back against the wall. He takes my thigh and drapes it over his leg, opening me wide. I reach down to help guide him in. There’s a moment of fullness and then accommodation as he enters, thrusting upward while still staring right into my eyes. It’s sexy as hell. How he doesn’t look away. So intimate, like Ethan’s taking my soul along with my body. Slowly, carefully, as if he’s afraid to break me, he thrusts deeper and deeper until he’s buried completely inside. He pauses and gives me a long, hot kiss.
“You okay?” he whispers huskily.
All I can do is nod. Words are lost to me.
This earns me another kiss. “Good girl,” he whispers into the shell of my earas he moves inside of me again. This time, his movements are more purposeful, building faster and stronger as he angles up into me. I rock back against him, matching his rhythm. It’s dizzying how the blood rushes in my ears and every nerve ending in my body responds like it’s been lit up with dynamite.
Ethan pulls me up in his arms, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. He cups my ass and pushes off the wall. Still inside of me, he walks us over to the bed, kissing as we go. Leaning down, he tries to place me gently on the bed, but at the last minute I slip from his hands and land with a muffled oomph. It’s awkward and funny. I start to giggle.
“Shit, sorry. In my mind, that move was a lot smoother.” He laughs ruefully. I’m about to tell him it doesn’t matter, but the words die in my throat as he leans over me, caging me in with his body.
I wrap my legs around Ethan as he pushes back into me, better able to press his pelvis against mine in this position. Increasing the friction between us, he picks up the pace. We move together, urging each other higher and higher into ecstasy. I moan, my head thrashing from side to side. My fingers dig into his back, holding on for dear life. All other thoughts leave my mind. There’s only this room, this bed, and Ethan filling me up.
“Tiffy,” Ethan breathes the name into my mouth with a wrenching gasp. I think about how I used to hate that nickname, but now it sounds like salvation, like a spell that can break the curse that hangs over me.
My muscles tighten hard around him as I get closer to climax, making him groan. “You feel so good,” he whispers as our movements grow more frantic, bodies slamming together in an endless cycle of pleasure. His eyes glazed, Ethan pulls away and stares down to where we connect.
“Look at you,” he croons, words slurring, sex-drunk. “My good girl. Look how well you take me. How deep I can go. Look how beautiful you are, exposed like this.” I follow the path of his gaze and see him moving, pumping into me. The vision of us joined in the most intimate way sends me into another dimension, one made purely of sensation.
The tension builds in me, spiraling higher and higher until I’m trembling, just trying to hold on to my sanity. I don’t come; I explode. The orgasm rips through me, every muscle in my body simultaneously clenching and relaxingall at once. I cry out, and my voice mingles with Ethan’s as he also releases, his spasms buried deep inside.
Aftershocks of pleasure ripple through my body. Ethan rides them out with me, pulling out only after they’ve passed. Still breathing like we just ran a marathon, he rolls over onto his back and hooks an arm around me, hauling me to his side. I rest my cheek on his chest, listening to the drumbeat of his heart as it eventually slows.
Exhausted, wrung out by the excitement of the day and by the best sex I’ve ever had, I don’t just fall asleep. I tumble into it headfirst, and I’m not worried because I know Ethan will catch me.
There will be no nightmares tonight.
Only dreams coming true.
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