Page 71 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
Running a hand through my hair, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. "I didn't want to disappoint you."
And it's true, the fear of letting Ethan down had kept me from speaking up, from admitting that this just wasn't working for me the way I'd hoped.
"Hey," Ethan says firmly, moving to lie beside me. "You could never disappoint me. Especially not by being honest about what feels good and what doesn't."
Turning to face him, gratitude washes through me at how easily he's accepting this. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd like it, but it just feels... weird. Not good-weird. Just weird."
Ethan laughs softly, the sound easing the last of mytension. "That's perfectly okay. Not everyone likes the same things."
A new concern hits me. "What about you?" suddenly worried I've ruined something for him. "You were doing that for me."
"And I'd do it again if you wanted," he assures me, his expression sincere. "But..." He hesitates, a blush rising on his cheeks that I find incredibly endearing. "I really… really like it when you top me. I like how you tell me everything you're feeling, how good it feels to be inside me."
His quiet admission sends heat rushing through me, and a slow smile spreads across my face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," his blush deepens, "A lot."
Relief and desire mix, my confidence returning as I roll him onto his back. "Well then," feeling like I'm back on solid ground, "I think we should go back to what works for us."
And just like that, we're back in familiar territory. I love this, having Ethan beneath me, watching his expressions, knowing exactly how to touch him to draw out those little gasps and moans. Words flow from me naturally now, no filter between my thoughts and what I say.
"You're so beautiful like this," I murmur as I work him open with my fingers, watching his face transform with pleasure. "I love watching you respond to my touch, the way your body welcomes me."
He makes a sound that's almost a whimper, and I can't help grinning. I've learned what he likes, how my words affect him almost as much as my touch.
"You like it when I tell you how good you feel?" my voice lowers deliberately. "How tight and hot you are around my fingers? How I can't wait to be inside you."
"Yes," he gasps, his honesty making me want him even more.
Bending down I kiss him, deep and claiming, feeling possessive in the best way. "Then I'm not going to stop. I'm going to tell you exactly how perfect you feel, how crazy you make me."
And I don't stop, letting every thought, every sensation pour out of me as the pleasure builds between us. By the time I'm fully inside him, I'm almost overwhelmed by how right this feels, how perfect we are together this way.
"Please," he begs, pulling me down for a desperate kiss.
"I've got you," I promise, starting to move. "You feel so good, Ethan. So perfect. I could stay inside you forever."
Watching his face transform with pleasure, I know my words are pushing him closer to the edge. There's something really powerful in this, knowing exactly how to make him feel good, being trusted with his pleasure. Everything else fades away until all I can think about is Ethan, the way he responds to me, how perfectly we fit together.
"I'm close," Ethan gasps, his fingers digging into my shoulders, eyes locked with mine in a way that makes my chest tight with emotion.
"Let go for me," The words come out rough with need. "I want to watch you come apart."
His body arches beneath me, trembling on the edge. "Tyler… I?—"
"I know, baby. I'm right here with you."
When he finally breaks, his back bowing and my name torn from his throat, the sight of him completely surrendered sends me spiralling after him. My rhythm falters as pleasure overtakes me.
"God, Ethan—you feel—" My words dissolve into a loud groan as waves of intense pleasure crash through me. We cling to each other, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling as we ride through it.
"Don't stop talking… Don't ever stop talking to me," he manages between ragged breaths, his fingers threading through my hair.
"You're amazing," my voice a whisper against his lips, my body is still pulsing inside his. "So perfect. This is perfect."
For a moment, we stay still, connected in every way possible, and I swear I can feel something huge passing between us, something I'm not ready to name yet, but can't deny either.
After, as we're catching our breath, I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him, unable to resist teasing a little. "So... pillow princess, huh?"
