Page 67 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
His movements grow more frantic, and I can feel him tightening around me, the pressure exquisite and nearly unbearable. My own orgasm is building rapidly, tension coiling at the base of my spine.
"Almost there, babe," I warn him, feeling my control slipping away. "You feel so... good... oh god, so tight."
As I pull his hips up higher, I'm aiming for that spot inside him that makes him cry out. I'm not thinking straight anymore, just going on instinct and wanting to see him lose control.
"Harder," he demands suddenly, his voice wild. "I'm coming!"
The sight of him coming apart beneath me, his back arched, muscles tense, release spilling over his stomach and chest, is the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed. Feeling his body clenching around me sends me careening over the edge.
"Oh god, Ethan!" The words roar from my throat as my rhythm falls apart. A few more wild thrusts, then everything freezes. I'm buried deep inside him as my orgasm crashes through me, longer and stronger than anything I've ever felt before
After what feels like forever stuck in pure feeling, I collapse forward, catching my weight on my forearms to avoid crushing him. We stare at each other, both panting, and I'm stunned by what just happened between us.
"Is it always like that?" wonder fills my voice. I've had good sex before, but nothing like this, nothing that felt so consuming, so connected. Reality crashes back as I wonder if I was too rough. "I mean, babe, that was amazing! I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ethan pulls me down for lazy kisses, smiling against my lips in a way that instantly reassures me. "No, not at all. That was amazing. I can honestly say I've never come like that, so I'm sorry, but you aren't getting rid of me now. I'm gonna need to test that again and again to see if you're always a mind-blowing fuck."
His word choice triggers a laugh.
"What?" he asks, looking adorably confused.
"It's just funny to hear YOU say 'fuck,'" I explain, still smiling. "I thought you were, I don't know, the one of us with the big words." I lean in for another kiss, still inside him, feeling bizarrely possessive about that fact.
He wiggles slightly. "You're still hard. How is that possible?"
Shrugging, I kiss him again. "Normal for me. Takes me a few minutes to relax all the way." A wicked thought crosses my mind. "But I'll be ready to go again as soon as my toes uncross."
We both laugh as I obviously glance back toward my feet, then settle more firmly on top of him. Having him beneath me makes me feel both powerful and humbled in a way I struggle to understand. It's too soon to put a name to this feeling, but it's undeniably different from anything I've felt before.
Eventually, I soften and carefully pull out, trying to be gentle. Grabbing the condom, I slide back to remove it and tie it off.
"Hold on," I tell him. "Just wait there."
Heading to the bathroom, I'm suddenly very aware of my nakedness but not feeling self-conscious about it. I grab a washcloth, run it under warm water, and return to the bedroom.
The sight of Ethan sprawled across the bed, relaxed and satisfied because of me, creates a warm glow in my chest. I carefully wipe the cum and lube from his skin, something I'd want someone to do for me.
When I climb back into bed, we don't talk. I pull him against me, his back to my chest, my arm draped over hiswaist. I press a soft kiss to his shoulder, breathing in his scent, feeling strangely at peace.
After several minutes of comfortable silence, a random question pops into my head. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Anything," he murmurs, sounding half-asleep.
"Why meatloaf?"
He laughs softly, turning in my arms to face me. "Think about it for a second."
Furrowing my brow, I'm confused at first. Then understanding dawns on me, and I'm suddenly laughing too, the sound rumbling through my chest against his.
"Because I would do anything for love..." I sing out between laughs.
"But I won't do that!" he finishes, and both of us break into giggles like teenage girls.
When our laughter subsides, I pull him closer, pressing my forehead against his. "For the record," my voice is soft, meaning every word, "that was the best first time I could have imagined."
"Mine too… Mine with you, I mean," he whispers, and something in his tone tells me these words carry weight beyond their surface meaning.
As Ethan drifts off in my arms, I find myself watching him sleep, tracing the curve of his cheek with my eyes. I've never felt so comfortable with someone after sex. Usually, I'm ready to sleep or leave, not lie awake admiring someone's eyelashes. But with Ethan, I don't want to miss a minute, even if he's just breathing softly against my chest.
