Page 96 of Racking Up Penalties
Ethan’s mouth claims a path to the swell of my breast, the pressure of his teeth biting gently through the fabric of my bra igniting a sharp gasp from my lips. It’s a sensation that borders on pain but plunges straight into pleasure. I reach behind, unclasping the confines of lace and wire, baring myself to him completely. The air brushes against my heated skin, but Ethan’s gaze is warmer, hotter, scorching me.
“These tits are perfect,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that vibrates against my flesh. His mouth descends upon me, the suction of his lips around my nipple sending a direct jolt to my center. It’s a claiming, reverent and all-consuming. Each pull of his mouth, each grind of his hips against mine, it strips away another layer of my self-control, leaving me bare in ways I never expected.
A crescendo builds within me. My fingers thread through his hair, holding him close, silently urging him to take more, give more. Ethan understands the silent language of my body, his intense brown eyes lock onto mine.
“Please,” I breathe, a single word that encapsulates the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Ethan responds with an increased fervor, grinding his cock against me, a relentless pressure that promises oblivion.
If only there weren’t pants between us.
And then it hits, a wave crashing over me, pulling me under in a riptide of sensation. I come apart atop him, my body shaking, my world narrowing down to the point of our connection and where his mouth is sucking on my nipple. A keening cry escapes me.
As aftershocks ripple through me, I collapse against his sturdy form, breathing heavily, riding out the last tremors of ecstasy.
Ethan’s arms slide beneath me, a silent cue that he’s not finished with me yet. I’m light as air, or maybe just light-headed from the high of climax as he lifts me effortlessly. His strength is reassuring, a testament to the countless hours on the ice, honing his body into the powerful form that repositions me under him on the bed.
The bed that he’s never brought another girl into except me.Mebecause he loves me.
The mattress dips under his weight as he straddles me, an unspoken promise lingering in the space between us. With steady hands, he undoes his pants, the sound of the zipper cutting through the silence. He sheds them with a fluidity that speaks of eagerness, of need, and my gaze tracks the motion, drawn to the man who stands unabashedly before me. My own fingers, trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and the thrill of what’s to come, fumble with my clothing. Fabric pools around my ankles, a whisper of cloth discarded in the wake of desire.
“Tessa,” Ethan murmurs, his voice low and husky, “the way your mouth felt around me last time—I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” His eyes smolder with the memory, but there’s a different kind of hunger there now. “But right now, all I want is to be inside you. To feel you wrapped around me. I’ve waited so long for this.”
His words fan the flames within me, stoking the fire that had never truly died down. It’s more than lust; it’s a craving that has etched itself deep in my bones, a yearning that goes beyond physical want. There’s a vulnerability in his admission, a glimpse of the man who craves connection as much as I do, and it pulls at something primal within me.
“Then don’t wait any longer,” I urge him, my voice barely above a whisper but laden with desire. “I’m clean and on the pill.”
Ethan’s gaze locks onto mine, a silent promise of pleasure etched in his intense brown eyes. His hands, strong and sure from years on the ice, roam over my skin with a reverence that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel every contour of my body come alive under his touch, each nerve ending sparking to life.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice rough with desire.
I nod, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. He positions himself at my entrance, and slowly, oh so slowly, he guides himself inside me. The stretch is delicious, a perfect ache that has me arching up into him, craving more. Ethan’s muscles tense as he holds back, giving me time to adjust to the fullness of him.
“Baby girl,” he breathes out, his restraint hanging by a thread. “You feel incredible.”
Ethan begins to move, a languid rhythm that builds a fire low in my belly. Each thrust is a deliberate stroke full of power.
His lips find my neck, kissing a path that ignites my skin, his breath hot against my pulse point. It’s intimate, this claiming with lips and teeth, marking me.
“Let go for me, Tessa,” he murmurs against my skin, his hand slipping between our bodies to where we’re joined. The pads of his fingers begin a dance over my clit, a rhythm in perfect sync with his thrusts. It’s too much and not enough simultaneously, a crescendo of sensation that has me teetering on the edge.
The world narrows down to just this—the feel of Ethan moving within me, his hand coaxing pleasure from my body, his mouth worshiping my skin. My eyes flutter closed as I surrender to the rising tide, to the storm of sensation that threatens to sweep me away.
“Eth—” My voice breaks on his name, a half-whispered prayer as the dam breaks and pleasure crashes over me. I come with a shudder, waves of ecstasy rolling through me, shaking me to the core.
Ethan holds me through it all, his arms a fortress around me, his movements never faltering.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me, I cling to him.
Ethan’s movements slow, a silent communication passing between us. His hands, firm and sure, grip my thighs as he pulls out slightly, the air cool against the slick heat of our bodies. My breath hitches in anticipation. I see the intent in his intense brown eyes, and a shiver of excitement runs through me.
“Ready for more?” he asks, voice low with desire.
“Always,” I reply, my voice tinged with the remnants of the pleasure that just rocked through me.
With practiced ease, Ethan shifts, pulling my legs up and over his shoulders. The new angle is startlingly deep, a gasp escaping me as he fills me again. The depth is astounding, touching parts of me that send spirals of bliss through every nerve ending. It’s intimate, intense, and I can’t help but reach down to where we’re connected, feeling the raw power of his thrusts.
“Tessa,” he groans, his rhythm relentless now, driving into me with a fervor that tells me he’s close. “You feel amazing.”
The words are like fuel to the fire already burning within me, and I arch into him, wanting, needing every inch he offers. Pleasure coils tighter inside me, a whirlwind that’s ready to burst forth. Ethan’s gaze locks with mine, and there’s an unspoken promise there, a pledge that he’s going to take me over the edge with him.
