Page 52 of Watch Me
“Now”—he picked me up—“we’re going to shower, eat, fuck, and get some sleep. Maybe not in that order.” Hegrinned.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and I laughed. “I’m finished with all my homework, so we have all night.” We were both tired, but sex would be a good way to forget what was happening for the time being and hopefully help Ethan get some much-neededsleep.
He walked us into the bathroom that was connected to the master bedroom. “Or until we pass out.” We were on the samepage.
“We should order pizza. Then it will be here when we get out of the shower.”
“That will put a timeframe on how long I can fuck you, Buttercup.”
I grinned. “I’ll get naked while you call it in. That’s multitasking.”
He set me down, pressed his lips to mine. “That’s why I love you.”
“Love you too.” I bit mylip.
“Get undressed and in the shower. I’ll be back.”
By the time he got back—which was less than four minutes later—I was as he’d ordered: naked and wet. The spray of the shower beat down on my chest as I stood under the warm water. I’d heard Ethan come in, and I was waiting for him. The shower door opened. When I turned, I noticed he was already hard and had put on a condom. We did have a timeline—maybe thirty minutes—before the pizza would arrive and had to hurrysome.
Without any words, he swept my hair back with both hands, brought my lips to his and pushed us back against the cold tile, pinning me against the wall and grinding against me. He pulled his lips from mine to make his way down my neck with his mouth and back up again, applying little nibbles to my jaw along the way. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock. He let out a groan and brought his mouth to my ear.
“Turn around, baby. Hands on the wall.”
I did, putting both palms against the tile, and then rested the back of my head on his shoulder, giving him open access to my neck. He alternated between nipping and sucking, and I pushed my hips back, rubbing my ass against him. His hand made its way up to one of my boobs, massaging the globe as he plucked my nipples, causing them to stiffen. His other hand moved between my legs.
At the first stroke of his fingers against my clit, I let out a satisfied moan. He pushed his fingers inside of me, going deep, gliding in and out effortlessly.Being withEthan always made me feel as though we were made for each other, and he knew exactly how to work me to make me a puddle of water. I was able to open myself to him in every way and enjoy the way he worked mybody.
Ethan bent his knees, lifting me slightly to slide his shaft inside of me in one thrust. My hands went up and down the wall with each drive. The steam from the shower stuck to my skin and made each push up with his hips glidefluidly.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “After the day—”
“Shh,” I said and turned my mouth to his, tasting and sucking his tongue as he worked me higher and higher. I didn’t want him to think about anything except for thepresent.
Drive after drive, thrust after trust, and push after push, he worked us both until we both tipped over the edge. I went first, clenching his dick as I spasmed.
“That’s it, baby,” he gritted out as he increased his pace until he followed, stilling and comingtoo.
Ethan stayed inside of me as our mouths came together, savoring the moment. After some time, we moved apart, and he pulled out of me and set me down. He removed the condom and threw it into the bin next to the toilet just outside of the shower.
“Do you think our sex life would be this good if we had stayed together and gotten married?” He started to lather his body with body wash that smelled like paradise. “I mean, you have to admit we work well together.”
I tilted my head slightly as I moved under the spray of the water to clean off. “We do, and I’d like to think that twenty-three years from now it will be the same.”
He grinned, switching places with me to rinse off and shampoo his hair. “I hope I can still get it up in twenty-three years.”
“I’m sure there willstillbe a pill for that by then.”
“True,” he replied, and we heard the door buzzer in the other room. “Pizza’s probably here.” Ethan rinsed his hair quickly, kissed me one last time, and then left to grab the phone.
After we ate most of the pizza, we crawled into bed and slept well for the first time since we’d discovered the plaque in myapartment.
“Have fun in class, Buttercup.” It wasn’t the first time I’d uttered those words, but it was the first time I’d watched Reagan walk away with an undercover cop next to her.
“Ready?” Shawnasked.
I nodded.
Will had obtained a warrant, and we were going to the IT department with him. There was nothing Shawn and I could do, but we wanted to go. Or, more specifically, I wanted to go. Since this fucker had violated my girlfriend’s space, I wanted to know everything on the tech side. I didn’t know what I could do, but if Will traced this asshole, I wanted to be the first toknow.
