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lips.
Sliding my tongue gently aroun d the bulb at the top, I wrap my lips around his glorious length and relish in the taste of the oil on his hard body. It melts in my mouth. Wanting more, I slide my lips farther along the shaft, taking more of him in. His moans cut through the dark like the climax of a good movie.
Before I kno w it, his hardness is pressing against the back of my throat. I engulf it, lapping up all the oil and gorging myself with his flesh. The taste grows sweeter as he grows wetter, as the lubricant of my mouth turns his skin to a pooling rod of throbbing, pulsing wantonness.
I thought he would come. I'm glad he didn't. I think he was close, but orgasm isn’t the goal here, prolonging climax is what we want to achieve.
When I pull him out of my mouth, he is sweating. The beads of his exertion run from his chest down to his abs and waist.
“You’re driving me insane,” he moans through his tightened jaw and teeth.
Brazen, I shift quickly to his lips, and move my mouth over his, a slow sensuous kiss that was closeness personified. His hands move up my body, still slick from the oil, and find my breasts with open palms. It’s heavenly, the full breast massage, focusing on all the skin, not just the nipple. My insides clench with each movement of his hands, and I run my tongue over his lips.
What we are doing is so beautiful, so sensual, so overwhelming and yet … not. I love this man and glory in my ability to shift our relationship back into one that is satisfying to us both.
“I need you,” I said , gazing into his eyes. I allow myself to slip down on his length.
Finger s, lips, tongue, me—it all runs together. I can't tell where I end and Ethan begins. Sitting, impaled by him, I feel powerful and beautiful and needed. I slowly, very slowly, begin to move, rocking back and forth and the sensation is amazing. We are so interconnected, we are one and I kiss him again as I continue to rock.
“What are you doing to me ?” he asks.
“Look at me,” I reply.
He opens his eyes and we gaze at each other as the rocking movement increases. I feel lost in his gaze and tears run down my cheeks, even though I don’t realize I’ve begun to cry.
He lifts a hand to my face and thumbs a falling tear away and then places that thumb in his mouth. Of everything we have done together, that one gesture breaks me and the tears increase by their own measure.
“Hush , baby,” he soothes and holds me close as we continue to rock back and forth and my tears slowly begin to fade.
“I love you,” I tell him, knowing it is true within each cell of my body. The tenderness I feel for him softens everything inside of me, even as my body begins to tighten.
“I love you too,” he replies, and I can feel how true that is for him. I lean my head back, pulling his head down to mine, needing his kiss in a most desperate way.
“Your lips are so very soft,” he murmurs against them and continues to kiss me until the quickening inside my body has me gasping for breath.
“Come for me,” he whispers, and I shatter into a million pieces right there on his lap. Almost instantly, he shatters too and then all movement stops as we cling to each other, holding on tight to the love we feel for one another in that moment.
Still inside of me, he rolls me onto my back , moving his weight onto me, unwilling to disconnect. We lay that way forever, gently kissing and whispering love words until I fall asleep.
Sometime later, into the night, I wake to find a sleeping Ethan wrapped around me. The candles have burned out and the music has stopped and all is quiet in the room with the exception of his soft breathing. I fall asleep again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
T-Minus Five Days to Anniversary…
Light streams into the window, teasing my eyes with its glow. I’m not ready to get up yet, not ready to remove myself from the circle of Ethan’s arms. He’s spooned up behind me and I feel his morning erection at my back. I
Sliding my tongue gently aroun d the bulb at the top, I wrap my lips around his glorious length and relish in the taste of the oil on his hard body. It melts in my mouth. Wanting more, I slide my lips farther along the shaft, taking more of him in. His moans cut through the dark like the climax of a good movie.
Before I kno w it, his hardness is pressing against the back of my throat. I engulf it, lapping up all the oil and gorging myself with his flesh. The taste grows sweeter as he grows wetter, as the lubricant of my mouth turns his skin to a pooling rod of throbbing, pulsing wantonness.
I thought he would come. I'm glad he didn't. I think he was close, but orgasm isn’t the goal here, prolonging climax is what we want to achieve.
When I pull him out of my mouth, he is sweating. The beads of his exertion run from his chest down to his abs and waist.
“You’re driving me insane,” he moans through his tightened jaw and teeth.
Brazen, I shift quickly to his lips, and move my mouth over his, a slow sensuous kiss that was closeness personified. His hands move up my body, still slick from the oil, and find my breasts with open palms. It’s heavenly, the full breast massage, focusing on all the skin, not just the nipple. My insides clench with each movement of his hands, and I run my tongue over his lips.
What we are doing is so beautiful, so sensual, so overwhelming and yet … not. I love this man and glory in my ability to shift our relationship back into one that is satisfying to us both.
“I need you,” I said , gazing into his eyes. I allow myself to slip down on his length.
Finger s, lips, tongue, me—it all runs together. I can't tell where I end and Ethan begins. Sitting, impaled by him, I feel powerful and beautiful and needed. I slowly, very slowly, begin to move, rocking back and forth and the sensation is amazing. We are so interconnected, we are one and I kiss him again as I continue to rock.
“What are you doing to me ?” he asks.
“Look at me,” I reply.
He opens his eyes and we gaze at each other as the rocking movement increases. I feel lost in his gaze and tears run down my cheeks, even though I don’t realize I’ve begun to cry.
He lifts a hand to my face and thumbs a falling tear away and then places that thumb in his mouth. Of everything we have done together, that one gesture breaks me and the tears increase by their own measure.
“Hush , baby,” he soothes and holds me close as we continue to rock back and forth and my tears slowly begin to fade.
“I love you,” I tell him, knowing it is true within each cell of my body. The tenderness I feel for him softens everything inside of me, even as my body begins to tighten.
“I love you too,” he replies, and I can feel how true that is for him. I lean my head back, pulling his head down to mine, needing his kiss in a most desperate way.
“Your lips are so very soft,” he murmurs against them and continues to kiss me until the quickening inside my body has me gasping for breath.
“Come for me,” he whispers, and I shatter into a million pieces right there on his lap. Almost instantly, he shatters too and then all movement stops as we cling to each other, holding on tight to the love we feel for one another in that moment.
Still inside of me, he rolls me onto my back , moving his weight onto me, unwilling to disconnect. We lay that way forever, gently kissing and whispering love words until I fall asleep.
Sometime later, into the night, I wake to find a sleeping Ethan wrapped around me. The candles have burned out and the music has stopped and all is quiet in the room with the exception of his soft breathing. I fall asleep again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
T-Minus Five Days to Anniversary…
Light streams into the window, teasing my eyes with its glow. I’m not ready to get up yet, not ready to remove myself from the circle of Ethan’s arms. He’s spooned up behind me and I feel his morning erection at my back. I
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