Page 66 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
The heat of Ethan's body surrounds the tip of my cock, heart hammering against my ribs so hard I'm surprised he can't hear it. This is it, the moment I've been both terrified of and desperate for since that first kiss on Halloween.
My mind should be racing with doubts. Shouldn't I be freaking out? Having some kind of sexual identity crisis? But staring down at Ethan, his green eyes trusting, his body open and ready for me, all I feel is… right. Like every choice, every path, every moment has been leading me exactly here.
"Tell me if it's too much." My voice is barely recognizable to my ears.
"I will. Just go slow at first."
The initial resistance gives way as I push forward, just the head of my cock breaching him, and…holy shit. We groan at the same time. The sensation is overwhelming, hot, and tight and perfect in a way I wasn't prepared for. My vision actually blurs at the edges, and I have to freeze, gripping the sheets beside his hips to anchor myself.
"You okay?" Ethan whispers, his fingers lightly touching my forearm.
My head jerks up and down idiotically because I don't trust my voice. Okay doesn't begin to cover it. It's nothing like being with women. It’s tighter, hotter, more intense in ways I never imagined. I'm right on the edge, feeling so good it almost hurts, trying really hard not to embarrass myself by coming instantly.
But it's not just the physical feeling that's destroying me; it's knowing that this is Ethan. That I'm inside the man who's somehow become so important to me in just a few short weeks.
"Oh my god," the strain in my voice is no joke. "You feel... I might... I need a second."
God, his face. The way he's looking at me, like I'm something precious. No one has ever looked at me like that. Not during sex. Not ever.
Taking a shuddering breath, I push deeper, watching his lips part on a gasp. The urge to thrust, to chase this incredible feeling, is almost overwhelming, but I force myself to go slow, to enjoy each fraction of an inch. This isn't just sex. I'm stepping over a line I can never step back from, and I want to remember every single moment.
Not because it's my first time with a man, but because it's my first time with him.
When I pause, my body trembles with the effort of stopping, and sweat beads on my forehead. "I'm afraid I'm going to blow as soon as I'm all the way in," The confession tumbles out before I can stop it. "You're so tight, so hot."
"Take your time," he tells me, his fingers gently touching my arms and shoulders, tracing patterns that both soothe andinflame. "We have all night."
Those four simple words send a shiver down my spine.We have all night.The thought centers me somehow.
Taking another deep breath to steady myself, I push forward again, sinking deeper into that incredible heat. Pausing when I'm about halfway in, concern flashes through me. Am I hurting him?
"I thought I'd stretched you enough, but?—"
"You did," he assures me, lifting his hips in a motion that takes me deeper, making my eyes roll back momentarily. "It feels good. I want more."
His encouragement is all I need. With one more slow push, I'm fully seated inside him, both of us panting. I stay still, letting him adjust, but I can't take my eyes off his face, watching for any sign of discomfort. What I see instead, pleasure, trust, desire, makes my chest tighten with something beyond arousal.
"You okay?" My voice is strained with the effort of holding back.
"Better than okay," he tells me, shifting his hips experimentally in a way that makes me bite my lip to keep from crying out. "You can move now."
Starting with slow, measured strokes, I try to memorize every sensation, every expression that crosses his face. "You feel incredible," my voice breaking embarrassingly. "So perfect around me."
Shifting my angle slightly, I try to remember what he showed me earlier about finding the happy nerve bundle deep inside. When Ethan suddenly moans, louder than before, I know I've found it. His whole body arches, and seeing him react like that is like a drug. Making him feel good might be the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
"There," he gasps. "Right there."
"Here?" I ask, repeating the motion, feeling a ridiculoussurge of pride when he nods frantically. Something primal and possessive rises in me. "I've got you."
Now I'm starting to thrust with more confidence, finding a rhythm that makes Ethan grab my shoulders, his nails digging in just enough to send sparks down my spine. Hearing my name on his lips, over and over, is doing dangerous things to my self-control.
Words keep spilling out of me without filtering through my brain first. "You're so beautiful like this," I tell him, meaning every word. "Taking me so well. I've thought about this so many times, but nothing... nothing compares to how you feel. Oh my god, you are so fucking hot.” I'm babbling with each deep thrust, and I'd be embarrassed if I weren't so far gone.
An impulse hits me, and I sit back suddenly, pulling his hips up to rest on my thighs, changing the angle. His legs wrap around my waist, and I can tell by his reaction that in this position, I'm hitting his happy buzzer more directly, like I've unlocked some secret level in human anatomy that they don't teach in high school hetero sex ed.
The way his face changes when he feels good makes me feel powerful, like I actually know what I'm doing even though I'm new at this.
His hand moves to his cock, stroking himself in time with my thrusts. I watch, mesmerized by the sight, my mouth going dry. The words scrape past my throat, raw with want. "Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you come with me inside you."
