Anybody got any suggestions? Good? Bad? Okay?
Colors blurred as hard hands clamped down on her shoulders and spun her around. She had but a second to get her bearings and look up into his face, before he slammed his mouth down over hers. It was a wild, dominant kiss. He wasn’t asking permission, rather he was taking what he wanted.
Stop. The word floated in her head. Don’t do this. Warning. Warning. This is not a good idea. Lifting her hands, she grasped each side of his, as if to pull him away. Her hands fisted into the silk of his hair and gave a half hearted tug.
Ethan responded by nipping at her bottom lip. His tongue thrust into her mouth, licking and curling around hers. The warm, velvet slide of his tongue along hers was intoxicating, melting any resistance she had thought to offer.
Knees crumpling, she collapsed against him, depending on him for support. One hand clamped to the back of her head and tangled in her wet hair. The other gripped her ass and pulled her into his groin. Her thin, damp robe offered no protection. She could feel his steely length pressing into her stomach. She wanted to arch into him. Grind herself against the bulge of his erection. Wild sensations and emotions ripped through her. She wanted to crawl inside him; she wanted to tear away from him.
Yet, it was already too late. She gave up without a fight. His smell, his taste, the pressure of his body pressing into hers was more than she could fight, a whimper escaped her throat. Last night’s kiss had reawakened her desire for him. Her hunger. Maybe she could have resisted, if he hadn’t kissed her last night. But he had. And just like that she was addicted again, addicted to him and in need of her next fix.
Locking her fingers on either side of his head she held him to her. Tilting her head and opening her mouth wider, she began to suckle his tongue. As she thrust against him in rhythm with their kiss, both of his hands gripped her ass and pulled her up so the ridge of his erection pressed against her mound. There would be bruises from the strength of his grip but at this moment in time she didn’t care. One kiss became another. And another. Time stopped and the world narrowed down to the dueling of their tongues. The taste and excitement of being in his arms was all she knew.
Ethan broke the kiss, pulling just far enough back to separate their lips. His exhalation her inhalation as their breathing echoed in the silence of the room.
“I didn’t come here for this.” He muttered.
That was what his lips might be saying. But the hard push of his cock against her abdomen, the raggedness of his breath, the intensity of his eyes said something else. And her pussy was agreeing. It pulsed and ached with need. Fuck me. Fuck me.
Damn it. Frustration bubbled up inside her. Why did he have to stop? Couldn’t he have just gone with the moment?
“Yeah? What did you come here for?” Cocking a brow, she whispered breathlessly. Dropping her eyes, she watched the pulse pounding at the base of his throat. Such a tempting sight. A small show of vulnerability, need, excitement. Leaning forward, she kissed the hollow of his throat and was rewarded by the sound of his sharp inhalation.
“To talk.” His voice was husky, hoarse.
“Hmm.” She hummed as she licked a path up his neck. His skin was slightly salty, with the faintest bristle, evidence that even though he’d shaved, he’d have a five o’clock shadow by late afternoon.
“Sophia we need to talk first.” It sounded as though the words were being ripped from his chest. His actions gave lie to his protest as his grip tightened on her ass as he tilted his head to the side to give her better access.
“I don’t want to talk.” She muttered the words against his skin. She didn’t want to talk. That would result in stopping. That would cause her to think about her actions and be a responsible adult. Instead, she just wanted to feel him in her arms, her body. Knowing it was a mistake, she didn’t care. Twice this man had touched her and she’d gone up in flames. She had to have him. Wanted to feel him thrusting into her, stretching her. No doubt she would regret her weakness later, yet right she didn’t give a damn about hurt feelings and regret. All she cared about was the fact that with one touch he had her ready to come. She wanted that climax. He owed her that climax.
Locking her teeth on his earlobe, she bit down. He shuddered in response. To be the seducer rather than the seduced was a new experience for Sophia. An empowering one.
“God, Sophia.” His moan was tortured.
“Ethan.” She whispered his name, her breath stirring the hair curling around his ear. “Don’t you want me? Isn’t that why you came here?” Using the pointed tip of her tongue she traced a line down his neck then back up. “To fuck.” She whispered the last in the shell of his ear and felt a shudder wrack his body.
His hands slid up her back, his fingers running the length of her spine until he cupped her shoulders.
“Yes.” He hissed. “No.” His hands tensed, and Sophia thought he meant to push her away.
No. She couldn’t let it happen. The time for regrets would be later. She worked her way along the length of his jaw, licking and sucking. Reaching his lips she kissed him. The kiss of slow, languid, Sophia savored his taste. She drew his lower lip into her mouth, and bit down, hard. Their eyes met.
“Yes. No. You want me. You don’t want me. Make up your mind Ethan.” She murmured against his mouth.
Proof of his battle was there on his face. Need. Confusion. Uncertainty. He wanted her. But her come on to him was a surprise. Good. Satisfaction slid through Sophia.
“I want you, but we need to talk Sophia.”
“Later.” Sophia promised as she once again laid her lips to his.
A smothered curse signaled the end of his hesitancy. He knew it was a bad idea. She knew it was a bad idea. But he was giving into her anyway. Triumph roared through her.
Ethan’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her still, as he took control of the kiss. His hands slid around to untie her robe and slip inside. Cupping her hips, he pulled her against him. Sophia melted against him, the feel of his hands on her bare skin intoxicating. Her naked body rested along the length of his clothed one. The cotton of his shirt brushed her nipples while the rough denim of his jeans pressed into her lower abdomen.
Sophia pushed closer, until she was straddling his leg. His hands held her tight against him. They began to rock back and forth in a parody of sex. It wasn’t enough. It was maddening to ride the wave of an orgasm yet not crest its wave. The rough stimulation was incredible. Every time his denim covered cock hit her clit, she grew closer towards climax. It was going to kill her. She wanted to scream. Claw at him. Bite him. Rub against him until their bodies melded together. Digging her nails into him, she stiffened in agonizing anticipation of coming. Grinding herself against him, she stiffened as her climax ripping through her. Tearing her mouth away, she buried her face in his neck and sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting him to keep from screaming. Shuddering, she rode the shock waves of feeling.
The cold top of the counter met the bare skin of her bottom. Still riding high from her explosive orgasm, she paid little attention to what he was doing. Not until the broad tip of his penis stroked up and down her slit. He was using the cream from her body to lubricate himself. Lifting her legs up and away from him, she braced her heels on the edge of the counter. At the same time, she leaned back on her arms, hands splayed on the countertop. Her robe parted and fell open, completely revealing her naked body to him. The cool air of the kitchen caressed the dampness of her flesh. In the heat of the moment, she felt no embarrassment. Her breasts rising and falling with the rapidness of her breathing, the hard point of her nipples stabbing up in the air. Both signs of her excitement, of her eagerness for more. Swooping down, he clamped his mouth over one. Pressing the hardened nub up against the roof of his mouth, he pulled on it strongly causing her womb to contract sharply as an electric shock wave traveled from her nipple to her stomach. Instantly, she was ready to come again. A small whimper of need escaped from her lips. Thrusting up, she slid up and down his length. If he didn’t fuck her she was going to go insane.
Letting go of her nipple, he straightened to stare between them. Sophia looked down. The reddened tip of his penis was resting against her opening, not pressing to get in, but simply resting there. Again her womb pulsed. She wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her, filling her. Clenching her teeth to keep from moaning, Sophia lifted up silently begging for him. Hooking a leg over each arm and cupping her buttocks, he held her in place as he began to press inward. Even as wet and excited as she was, she felt the slightest pinch at his width. As if sensing her distress, Ethan withdrew.
“No. Don’t.” Frantic to feel him deep within, she was willing to take the initial discomfort.
“Shh. Shh.” Trailing small kisses up her neck, he soothed her. Locking his teeth onto her ear lobe, he tugged at it. “You’ll get me. “ He breathed into her ear. “All of me.” Sophia shuddered as her fleshed prickled.
His hand moved between them, and Sophia felt him grasp his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Slowly he slid the bulbous head along her slit. Combining their juices.
“Watch.” It was a guttural command, she couldn’t refuse. She wanted to watch. Wanted to see him become part of her.
Dropping her head onto his shoulder, she watched, captivated by the view. Absently, she noted his girth and became aware of her own delicacy. She shuddered again.
“Ready?” His voice was a husky rumble.
“Yes.” Digging her nail into his shoulder, she refused to look away. She wanted, needed, to see him enter her.
The tip of his cock again rested against her entrance. Pushing forward, he met with the slightest of resistance before her flesh gave in to the pressure and the head slipped in. Not stopping, he continued to press forward, forcing her muscles to part and give way to his presence. Whimpering again, half in pleasure half in pain, Sophia arched her back and pushed forward to meet him until he was seated to the hilt. Not giving her time to adjust, holding her in place he began to thrust. Slowly at first, until her muscles loosened, then picking up speed until his hips were hammering against hers. Legs up, unable to move, she leaned back and put all of her weight on her arms. Throwing her head back, eyes closed, she concentrated on his thrust, the feel of him ramming forward and retreating. The delicious stretch and pull, give and take of his presence, had her gritting her teeth in agony and ecstasy. Suddenly, his grip tightened painfully, his hips pistoning furiously as he neared his climax. Sophia was there first, but barely. The orgasm ripped through her, the feelings so intense she screamed. Lights flashed before her eyes like fireworks. Her muscles tightened to the breaking point as shudders racked her. Ethan’s hoarse groan followed and his body jerked in release. Tensely, he stood over her, in her. Neither one of them capable of moving, of speaking. Their ragged pants filled the air.
As her breathing eased, she became aware of several discomforts. The edge of the counter was biting into her ass. Her legs were still up over his arms, and the muscles were beginning to pull. A girl was much more limber during sex than after. He was still resting inside her, and even though he was softened, she felt bruised from the pounding he’d given her. Lifting a hand, she pressed against his shoulder.
“Let me down.” Her voice was weak, as weak as she felt.
Straightening his back, he let her legs slide down and free on his arms. Tucking his penis back into his jeans, he didn’t bother to zip up. Instead he helped her sit up, then stepped back so she could hop down. Her legs were wobbly, and he had to grab her elbow to keep her from falling.
“Okay?” His voice was as hoarse as hers.
Rather than speaking, she wasn’t sure she could, she nodded. Pulling her robe closed, she knotted the belt around her waist. He watched in silence. It seemed neither of them knew what to say. Pushing against his chest, she eased from between him and the counter. Standing, she could feel their combined fluid slick, slightly sticky, between her legs. Shower, she needed a shower. Turning to leave, she was stopped by the hand he placed on her arm.
“We need to talk.”
Sophia nodded without turning to look at him.
“Shower first, then we’ll talk.” She knew she wouldn’t get rid of him until he had his say.
“You just got out of the shower.”
A mocking smile curved her lips as she glanced at him over her shoulder. “But it seems I need another one.” Satisfaction curled through her when lines formed between his brows and his lips tightened. She wondered if he thought she was trying to wash him off of her. Sure she could wash away the physical evidence, but she was positive she’d never be able to wash away the feel of him. Wasn’t sure she wanted to. All she did know was she needed time. Time to think and collect herself. Thankfully her knees supported her as she wobbled from the room.
