Page 15 of Watch Me
The first man to taste me was between my legs again, making me wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter until I was moaning, my body spasming as I came. It didn’t take long. This was Ethan, and it had been years since any man had pleasured me. I wantedmore.
“You taste even better than I remember.”
My body heated more at his words to the point where I couldn’t speak. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. Opening the foil packet, he slid the latex on. I wanted nothing more than for him to crawl between my legs and sink into me, but I also didn’t want the same old missionary sex I’d had with my ex-husband. This wasEthan.
I stood before he could move another inch. He raised an eyebrow, questioning me silently. “Sit,” I instructed. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Scoot back,” I said, moving to place my hands on the side of his hips. He did as I’d asked until he was in the center of the bed.
“This isn’t what we used to do. You’ve learned new tricks.”
I laughed as I crawled toward him. “I just know what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
“You,” I said. As I positioned myself on his lap, my gaze downcast, I replied, “I’ve always wanted you.”
Ethan grabbed my chin, making me look directly into his oceanic eyes. “Then why did you break up with me?”
I swallowed, feeling a slight lump form in the back of my throat. A part of me had hoped we’d never bring up the past, but never in my life would I have thought that we’d be having this conversation naked, in his bed, and about to have sex.
“Just tell me,” he pleaded. “I won’t be mad. I thought you didn’t love me any more or something and now … now I don’t know what to think.”
Taking a deep breath, I looked off to the side, not wanting to meet his stare. “I got drunk at a party and kissed another guy.”
The air grew still as I waited for him to say something. “Did you date him after me?”
My gaze moved to his. “No, I don’t even know who I kissed. I was too drunk to remember.”
“Then how do you know you kissed him?”
I shrugged. “I just remember kissing someone.”
We stared at each other for a few moments as my heart beat rapidly inside my chest. “Things happen for a reason, right?” heasked.
I nodded slowly, still not sure what else Ethan was going tosay.
“I won’t hold some drunken kiss over your head. The past is the past, and it’s been two decades since it happened. We’re adults now. Let’s start over.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Okay.”
Nothing more was said as he adjusted to sit cross-legged. The movement made me slide closer to his cock, and I wrapped my legs around him too. My arms draped around his neck as he guided himself inside of me. Once he was fully in, we started to kiss, and I tasted myself on his lips, tasted what he’d done for me.
We rocked together as his arms reached around my back, moving as though he wanted me to get closer. We were as close as we had ever been, and having the weight of our break up off my shoulders allowed me torelax.
Our lips broke apart, our lungs searching for air. We weren’t only fucking. We were in sync, rocking together, Ethan’s shaft going as deep as it could and hitting the spot he’d been the first tofind.
“I didn’t realize how much I missed this—missed you,” hestated.
My gaze locked with his, and I smiled warmly at him. “I know.”
What would have happened if I had never got drunk at that party? Would we still be together? Would we have kids together? Married? Divorced? He was right, things did happen for a reason, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t sad about it. My heart ached for the twenty-some-odd years we’dmissed.
I leaned back onto one hand, angling so that I could move faster and my pace quickened as I held onto his neck.
“Fuck,” hehissed.
“I’m close,” I panted. Ethan groaned and stilled my hips, coming as I climaxed around his cock, pulsing to work every drop from him.
After my body stopped convulsing, I wrapped both arms around his neck again and brought my lips to his. We stayed like that until he was ready for round two, and then round three in the shower before we both had to leave forwork.
