by Kim Tiffany
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” Ethan murmured against her slick flesh. She cried out sharply against the vibration and was rewarded with another biting suck on her over-sensitized clit. “I want you to come hard, right now, against my mouth, baby. Do it. Trust me.” He punctuated the entreaty by hooking her panties out of the way with his finger and clamping his mouth over her wildly pulsing clit and flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. The car reverberated with the sounds of Sara’s harsh sobs and entreaties for more, and Ethan tried to tamp down the animalistic urge to flip her onto all fours and take her right there. This was for her, he reminded himself, willing his dick not to explode. He would see to her pleasure first. He scraped his teeth not-so-gently over the tender bud before sucking it deep into his mouth, at the same time sliding in two long, thick, blunt-tipped fingers past the scrap of her panties and deep into her clenching cunt and pressing resolutely upward.
That was all it took. Sara howled and reached out blindly as her hips snapped and pumped against his face. Ethan groaned as her liquid desire gushed all over his lips and fingers, coating the tender flesh between her thighs. Her orgasm went on and on, causing her to shake like a leaf in the throes of a windstorm, and Ethan quickly swept her up in his arms so that she wouldn’t hit the ground in a heap. He watched, entranced, as Sara mewled with each aftershock, knowing that as long as he lived he would never see anything more riveting than the sight of her beautiful face crumpled in pleasure.
Noting that they were about to reach their destination, Ethan yanked Sara’s skirt down so that her ass was decently covered once more before coming to his feet and pulling her close into his embrace. She buried her damp face against his shoulder for a moment before lifting her face to him.
“Wow,” she gasped into the chambray, still trembling from the aftermath. “And that was only a preview?”
Ethan grunted in affirmation and licked his lips. She reached up with shaky hands to wipe the dampness that still clung to his mouth and chin. He caught them with his mouth and sucked on them languorously before releasing them with a pop, and she rewarded him with a bright blush that made him ache to see how much of her would take on that fetching hue.
When the doors of the elevator slid open with a soft ding onto the fiftieth floor, Ethan swept her quivering form up in his arms and down the hall toward his room without preamble. She felt damn good in his arms, soft and warm and rounded. “Room key’s in my back pocket, babe,” he murmured in her ear. “I could use a hand, if you don’t mind.”
Sara blinked up at him from behind her tousled bangs and cringed. “Wait, put me down. I’m way too heavy for you to be carrying around like this.” Ethan paused in the middle of the hallway and caught her lips in another punishing kiss, nipping her bottom lip in consternation and causing her to gasp in surprise.
“Stop that now,” he growled. “You are not too heavy, you are perfect. Now shut up and get that key out of my pocket, or I’ll finish what I started in the elevator here in this hallway.” Her eyes widened at that, and Ethan bit back a grin as she reached around to fish the plastic key out of his back pocket. She hurriedly stuck the key in the door and pushed the knob.
Ethan shouldered his way into the room, padding across the carpeted expanse and settling her on the edge of the wide, soft bed. His hands immediately got busy with his belt buckle and he pulled impatiently at the snaps of his shirt before just dragging it over his head and tossing it aside. Bare now to his waist, Ethan knelt between Sara’s soft, full thighs and slid his large hands under her still-clothed hips, silently urging her to scoot back and lie on the bed so that he could rid her of her garments and explore her further.
“Are you on anything, sweetheart? Or would you rather I took care of things?” he huffed between open-mouthed kisses to her rounded belly. He drew back from the lack of response and tried to quell the tidal wave of need that swamped him at the sight of Sara looking pink and befuddled and ravished. She gave him a blank stare for a moment before understanding dawned on her.
“I’m on the Pill,” she reassured him, reaching for him.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and I get tested regularly,” he managed to inject, crowding close enough between her spread thighs to feel the tantalizing heat emanating from her vulnerable core. “I wanted you to know that you’re safe with me. I’m clean and healthy.”
“Good to know,” she managed to utter before he captured her lips again in a fiery kiss. Their tongues tangled as they strained to get closer, his talented fingers slipping beneath her bra and cupping her breasts in his large, work-roughened hands. He swallowed her mewls of pleasure as he continued to palm and squeeze the orbs of flesh, swollen-tipped with jutting deep-rose nipples. As he plied them with his fingers, Ethan sensed the tension in her frame, the rhythmic thrashing of her hips, as though building up toward another release. His suspicions were confirmed when Sara tore her mouth from his and uttered a raspy cry when he gently pinched and tugged at one of the rosy nubbins.
“S-sensitive,” she hissed, before arching her back and locking her hands around Ethan’s neck as though to prevent him from pulling away. Ethan could’ve told her that it wasn’t necessary. He was lost in the taste of Sara, her flavor was candy-sweet, addicting, and he craved more of her.
“How sensitive? Can you take this?” He lowered his head to one breast and caught the nipple gently between his teeth, running his tongue over the crown and darker aureole before pulling it deep into his mouth.
Sara moaned, but only clutched his head tighter against her. “No more, can’t! Ethan, please!”
“Or maybe this?” Ethan firmly pressed her into the bedspread with his torso while with one hand he sought the soft, wet thatch of hair behind her soaked silk panties—and then slid lower. Without pause, he sent two thick digits deep into Sara’s slick, swollen channel and pressed his thumb unerringly against her still-pouting clit. He strummed the throbbing button in counterpoint to his suckling at her breasts.
Sara’s eyes fell closed as she thrashed her head from side to side and whimpered in delirium, but Ethan kept his eyes trained on her in order to absorb every detail. He watched, entranced, as she arched to meet each thrust of his fingers and reveled in the sound of her throaty cries and the scent of her arousal. He could tell she was close, so very close…
With a growl, he grasped her clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it, quickly sealing her mouth with his to swallow her shocked screams as the orgasm crashed over her and her hips pumped convulsively against him, almost knocking him over. Ethan thought of Arctic winters and hoarfrost as he fought his own completion, fighting down the urge to open her wide and plunge into her. He’d already gone over the deep end by mauling her in the elevator like a drooling lout.
He would make it up to her, though. Ethan planned to make a long, leisurely meal out of his Sara tonight, and by the time he was through, she would know without a doubt how he felt and whom she belonged with.
Chapter Four
In the brief lassitude that followed, Sara tried to get her heart to stop racing as she lifted her head to stare into Ethan’s heated, hungry gaze.
“God, that was incredible,” she gasped between breaths.
Ethan’s response was a very wide, very male smile as he looked down at her. Her pussy was throbbing pleasurably, and her skin felt hot and tight. Her eyes skimmed over his broad shoulders and avidly caressed the prominent bulge below his buckle. She licked her lips in anticipation. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught their reflection in the large flat-screen television—and she was suddenly swamped with delayed apprehension.
Did he find her belly too soft, too jiggly? He was so hard-muscled and fit. Would the dark make it more palatable for him? It’s not like he hasn’t seen most of your charms already, kid, she reminded herself as she replayed the conflagration in the elevator. Holy shit, they were lucky no one had called hotel security to haul them away for public lewdness. It had been under full fluorescen
t lights, and he had definitely seemed eager to go down on her. But still…was it dark enough in here?
Ethan’s sexy mouth quirked suddenly as his warm gaze rested on her face. He sighed and crouched between her open legs, his belt buckle undone. “Baby, you’re frowning again. What’s going on in there?” He gently bumped her forehead with his.
Sara ducked her head and bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I’m being stupid. I do want this, Ethan. More than you can know,” she whispered. “But I’m nervous.”
Ethan’s golden gaze turned serious. “Did I hurt you? If you didn’t like anything you can tell me—”
“Oh no,” she hastened to reassure him. “No, it’s been a while, but you didn’t hurt me. I loved it all.” His face showed his relief and she swallowed hard. “It’s just that…I really want you to enjoy this, too.”
He groaned and let his head drop against her chest with a small laugh. He rose and took her hand in his large, warm grasp and placed it very deliberately over the huge bulge in his pants. Her mouth went dry at the long, heavy feel of him behind his fly. “Sara,” he drawled, “does that feel like I’m not enjoying this? I’m halfway to exploding and I haven’t even gotten you naked yet.” He hissed suddenly as she continued to caress and stroked down the length of him through the expensive silk of his trousers. His glowing hazel eyes flickered between her wide-eyed gaze and her wayward stroking hand.
Sara didn’t know what came over her, but she suddenly needed to see his cock in all its glory. She wanted to take it out of its confines and worship it a while, taste it, tease it, rub her breasts all over it. She wanted to give him a small taste of the insanely scorching pleasure that had carried her away in the elevator. To make him feel as out of control as she had moments ago.
She’d been told in the past that she was quite good at giving head. Most of her old boyfriends never wanted to reciprocate, but Sara found that they were always willing, even eager, to be on the receiving end of the mouth and throat. She wanted to know the sensation of Ethan’s long, hard cock in her mouth, the heavy feel of it against her tongue, the unrelenting wideness, the throbbing veins and the salty-slick pre-cum. Resolved now, Sara sat up straighter and succumbed to the urge to rub her face directly against his bulging crotch.
Ethan groaned deep in his chest and she felt his buttocks clench against her roaming hands. “Shit, Sara, you—you keep doing that, and—fuck, that’s good—I’ll be done before we even get started.” His breath hissed through his teeth as he watched her, enthralled.
Sara looked up at him with sultry eyes as she unzipped him, dragging the hem of his boxers lower, lower, and gasping in delight as his rampant erection sprung up and out so high that she actually had to pull it away from his lower stomach. She grasped his dark, gorgeous cock between her hands securely, relishing the feel of throbbing veins and blood pulsing through the thick, inviting column. She could feel his heartbeat this way. The only sound in the room was his and her heavy breathing, mingling, eddying around them in a dark, languid symphony. The large, heavy mushroom-shaped tip was dripping with juices, and the shiny purple cap made her mouth water. Unbidden, she leaned forward and closed her lips over the slit at the tip of his cock. With an experimental suck, she noted the salty but not unpleasant tang of his cum and began to massage his shaft with her fingers, stroking and kneading the velvety, unyielding flesh in time with her small sucks. His reaction was almost instantaneous, and she had to brace her hands on his lean hips to still them from thrusting deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck! Baby, you don’t have to…” Ethan’s face was a tight mask of concentration, and he swayed on his feet. Sara felt him sink his long fingers into her dark curls and hang on, sweat-slicked and snarling, as she explored the length of him with her tongue and hands like an inquisitive kitten. She opened her mouth wider, teasing the moist slit again before enveloping the crown of his cock with her lips and suckling steadily. She firmly massaged his damp length, noting with pleasure the way the column of flesh twitched and pulsed under her ministrations.
“Mmm, I want to, Ethan. Just enjoy.” She licked his shaft and gazed up at him to gauge his reaction before slowly engulfing his steely length once more. His hoarse shout bounced around the room and caused that deliciously gooey feeling between her thighs to fan out again in full force. The hands in her hair tightened almost to the point of pain, but Sara was too busy basking in the wellspring of feminine power and sensual awareness to take much notice. She was elated to see the stark pleasure on his gorgeous face, wanted him to find pleasure too.
Sara moaned with him still deep in her mouth, tonguing the underside of Ethan’s endless cock and hollowing out her cheeks so that she could better manage the intimidating girth. She released him with a pop and licked him from base to tip as if he were a Popsicle a few times, noting the shortness of his breath and the way his fingers clenched in her hair at each pass. He tasted like hot, hard male, and it was addictive. She wanted to take it all down her throat if she could, or as much as she could manage anyway. Anything to keep that look of sharp hunger and desire etched on his face. She let him guide her head with his hands, tightening her lips around him. Each pass took him deeper into her mouth, her muffled cries of discovery and his deep grunts of pleasure filling the room. She cupped Ethan’s rock-hard ass and urged him to swivel deeper, closing her eyes and sucking in earnest now. She felt his sharp thrusts become more staccato and urgent, signaling his imminent orgasm. He tugged at her curls and rubbed her temples with his thumbs.
“Babe, I have to come,” Ethan muttered through gritted teeth, tension radiating from his very pores. “You gotta let me go now.”
“No,” she gurgled indistinctly. Sara gasped in protest as he pulled her mouth away. “No, I want you in my mouth when you come,” she cried without thought. Holy shit, had she actually said that? But she meant it, every word. She might’ve been shocked at her complete lack of inhibitions in another time and place, but tonight she was a different Sara, a wild, wanton version of herself. She wanted him in her mouth so bad, she felt like crying. Her mouth slack with wanting, she urged his hips back to her and engulfed him deep, deeper—so deep that she had to focus on keeping her throat from closing on the thick shaft.
Ethan’s growl was so loud it rang in her ears. “Sara,” he exhorted with effort. “Jesus, are you sure…”
“Do it,” she moaned around his cock, pinching her nipples with one hand while the other stroked and tugged at his large, heavy sac. She released him with a strong suck and looked up at him imploringly. “Please do it. Come in my mouth, Ethan. Please.”
She slid him back deep in her mouth, her head bobbing energetically and sucking him off in hard, insistent tugs. His hips snapped and she heard him curse and gnash his teeth above her. And then he was shouting and swearing while gripping her hair tightly, his cock pulsing wildly as hot jets of cum filled her mouth suddenly. She was prepared for it but it still caught her unawares, making her choke a bit, but she refused to let go of his cock. With a long moan, she swallowed the copious amount of cum and continued to suck him off, enjoying the rumbling sounds of Ethan’s pleasure as he softened gradually in her mouth. Gasping for breath, Sara let his spent member go at last with a final lick and nuzzle. She looked up at him dazedly, still licking the taste of him off her now swollen lips.
Chapter Five
As his racing pulse slowed, Ethan felt destroyed…and reborn. What he’d experienced at Sara’s relatively innocent hands was the most sensual and raw encounter of his life. He’d come dangerously close to passing out from pleasure, he’d been wound up so tight by her soft, eager hands and mouth. He couldn’t stop staring at the sexy, wanton image she made, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand in her blouse, her legs shifting restlessly against her no doubt sodden panties and her wicked mouth still damp with his cum.
Without ceremony, he reached down and stripped her out of the tight clingy skirt and underwear. He grasped the backs of her knees and lifted them high and wide, should
ering his way in between and kneeling on the bed before the lush, feminine bounty spread before him. The sight of the large, pale orbs and the jutting deep-rose nipples, hard and puckered, made him groan as he brought his hands together and cupped and pressed her bare breasts in a not-so-gentle massage. He reclaimed one of the pouting tips and sucked the nubbin hard, groaning at the taste of her, and heard her cry out brokenly as she arched deeper into his mouth. God, she tasted like almonds and warm, willing woman. A headier combination he’d never encountered. He bit down on one nipple while plying the other with his rough fingers, feeling her trembling increase tenfold. He moved his hand lower to the damp curls at the apex of her thighs and teased her opening. Sara arched wildly at the feel of his thick, blunt fingers stroking the swollen lips of her pussy.
“Please, Ethan, put them inside me,” she begged in a broken whisper, her head thrashing from side to side and clutching handfuls of the bedspread.
Ethan grinned. His lady had sent him to the moon and back tonight. It was time to return the favor. He kept plucking and pinching at her with one hand while the other reached for her purse, which lay forgotten on the floor.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked in a sensual whisper. “You want my fingers in your hot little cunt, hmm?” He stroked the glistening petals of her nether lips rhythmically before sharply tapping her pulsing clit, causing her hips to buck off the bed in response.
“Answer me, sweetheart,” he demanded in a voice gritty with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
Sara bit her lip and sobbed in frustration. “Yes,” she managed to gasp, her hips pumping in a desperate cadence against his almost lazy fingers and hands. “I need it—I need you…” Her words died as he pressed her thighs open wider, and she yipped in surprise as his large, square hand came down sharply on her exposed, glistening pussy lips in a quick succession of slaps.