Page 122 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
"Off," he commands against my lips, tugging at the fabric. "Everything off. Need to feel you."
Without hesitating, I break away just long enough to pull off the rest of my clothes. Ethan does the same,lifting his hips to push down his underwear before kicking them away. Then we're both naked, skin against skin, and the sensation is so perfect I have to close my eyes for a moment.
"God, I've missed this," Ethan breathes, his hands exploring my chest, my shoulders, my back. "Missed you." My eyes cross when our cocks rub against each other.
Recapturing his mouth, I pour everything I can't yet say into the kiss. He responds with equal fervour, wrapping his legs around my waist, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us.
Being with him again feels so close yet so far away at the same time. We're touching each other with this new hunger now, like we're scared of losing this again, but also like we know just how special it is. I take my time exploring him, relearning the sensitive spot behind his ear, the way his breath hitches when I brush his nipples, the particular sound he makes when I use my teeth on his nipple.
"Tyler," he gasps when I trail kisses down his stomach, "I want… need?—"
"What do you need?" The question floats up from where breath ghosts over his hips. "Tell me."
His eyes meet mine, his pupils are blown wide with lust. "You. Inside me. Now."
The directness sends heat coursing through me. "Yeah?"
"Yes," he affirms, reaching to the bedside table where he knows I keep supplies. "I've been empty without you. Need you to fill me up again."
His words nearly undo me. I take the lube he offers, coating my fingers liberally. When I press the first one inside him, we both groan, the familiar intimacy overwhelming after our separation.
"More," he demands almost immediately, his hips pushing against my hand.
Adding a second finger, I stretch him carefully while he squirms. "Don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." His hands fist in the sheets, head thrown back as I curl my fingers inside him. "God, Tyler, please. I'm ready."
Part of me wants to draw this out, to tease him until he's begging, but a larger part can't wait any longer. I pull out my fingers, quickly rolling on the condom he's pressed into my hand and coating it with more lube.
When I position myself between his legs, Ethan reaches for me, pulling me down for a kiss that's surprisingly tender amid our urgency. "Face to face," he whispers against my lips. "Want to see you."
As I line up to his hole, I watch his face as I slowly press inside. He hisses when my head pops through his first ring of muscle. The tight heat of him enveloping me inch by glorious fucking inch. His eyes flutter closed, lips parting on a soft moan as I fill him.
"Ethan," I breathe, stilling once I'm fully seated, overwhelmed by the physical sensation and the knowledge that we found our way back to each other against all odds. "Open your eyes. Look at me."
He does, his gaze meeting mine with such raw emotion that it catches in my throat. "Tyler," he says simply, and somehow my name has never sounded more significant.
Beginning to move, my slow, deep thrusts have us both gasping. Ethan's legs wrap around my waist, his ankles locking at the small of my back, pulling me in deeper with each stroke.
"Missed this," he pants, his hands gripping my shoulders. "Missed you inside me. Nobody feels like you do."
The words spur me on, my pace increasing, my hips snapping forward with more force. "Nobody ever felt likeyou," I respond, voice strained as I fight to maintain control. "So perfect. So tight around me."
"Yes," he moans, lifting his hips to meet each thrust. "Harder, Tyler. Want to feel you tomorrow."
I do what he wants, pushing into him harder. The headboard begins to knock against the wall with each thrust. Ethan reaches back, bracing one hand against it so he doesn't slide up the bed, the other digging into my back.
"Like that," he gasps when I hit the perfect angle. "Right there. Oh god, don't stop."
"Not stopping," I promise, adjusting to maintain the angle that has him writhing beneath me. "Could stay inside you forever."
The room fills with the sounds of our fucking. Skin against skin, breathless moans, the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall, and our increasingly loud yells.
"Feels so good," Ethan groans, his free hand moving to stroke himself in time with my thrusts. "So much better than I remembered."
"You're everything," I manage between laboured breaths, driving deep, feeling the tension building at the base of my spine. "Everything I want. Everything I need."
His movements grow more desperate, his internal muscles clenching around me as he approaches his climax. "Tyler," he warns, "I'm close. So close."
