Page 64 of Room for Us
My fingers tighten and I pump him once, twice, just to watch him squirm. Satisfied that he’s at my mercy, I finally lower my mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Zoey.” The words are gasps in his throat.
I hum around him, the simple act of pleasuring him this way making me insanely aroused. What was in my former life a chore to be endured is now a revelation. Later, I’ll think about why giving Ethan Hart a simple, mostly artless blow job is the most erotic act I’ve ever experienced.
Later.
Now, I push him gently down when he reaches for me, and then again when he grunts out a warning. I don’t care. I want this. He jerks beneath me and grows thicker and harder, then erupts against the back of my throat.
I don’t release him until I’ve had my fill and licked him clean. Triumph and pride lift my lips as I lean up to see his expression. Soft and open, a bit perplexed.
“What was that for?”
“It was for me,” I tell him, surprised by my honesty.
He grins that damned crooked grin, and this time when he reaches for me, I let him take me into his arms.
He takes his time undressing me, lavishing attention on each section of me revealed, spending an inordinate amount of time on my breasts. I’ve never thought of them anything but a hassle, but Ethan Hart is definitely a boob man. By the time my leggings are stripped off, he’s hard again, a pearl of liquid beading at his tip. His desire for me is heady. Intoxicating.
I can’t wait anymore.
“Ethan,” I beg, and he knows, lifting one of my legs, broad shoulders moving down. He licks me fully, deeply, again and again, and the sensation—alien, worshipful, possessive, shattering—brings my back off the bed. Then he rises and enters me in one smooth thrust, and I arch again, my eyes closed and mouth open in a silent cry.
“Watch,” he growls, thrusts slow and steady, bottoming out so deep inside me I see stars. “Zoey,” he warns, fingers clasping the back of my neck and lifting my head from the pillow. His forehead touches mine. “Zoey, Zoey.”
I open my eyes. A tear escapes, my unspoken surrender to this moment.
I’m lost in his eyes, his breath panting against my mouth, the pinch of his fingers fisting in my hair. My heels pressed against his firm ass, fingers digging into his hips. His elbows to either side of my shoulders, straining biceps framing my vision. The endless rhythm of his body moving above mine. Inside mine.
“You know, we haven’t done missionary before,” he whispers, his crooked grin slaying my heart.
“Mmm,” I manage.
His grin deepens. “I’ve never been much of a fan, but this”—his pace increases, breath catching in his throat—“God, you feel so good beneath me. We fit.”
Yes, we do.
Watching my face, he shifts a few times, experimenting with angles, until I gasp as internal pressure meets external friction. There he stays, hips hard against mine and rolling in an unchanging rhythm, his stare bright on my face.
“I’m going to make you come like this,” he states, more gratified than smug.
“Good man,” I whisper, and he chuckles, and that’s the end of it.
The end of me.
35
The next two days, we find a new normal. Ethan still writes all day but gives himself a self-imposed deadline of midnight. He comes to bed in the Lavender Room after a shower that I tell him isn’t necessary but he says “washes off the stink of inspiration.” We make love in the dark, in a frenzy, and sleep naked in a tangled heap.
My days follow the usual lonely pattern, but I’m noticeably better tempered, which Ethan smugly attributes to his nightly attentions. I don’t comment, because he’s right and it’s annoying how happy he is about it.
On Friday evening he surprises me by appearing in the kitchen before I can bring up his dinner. I’m humming to distract myself from missing Aunt B and don’t hear him come in. When I turn around to find him standing behind me, I almost scream my head off.
“What are you doing down here?” I yelp.
He grins. “I thought I’d take a night off. I miss having dinner with you. Wanna watch a movie after?”
He’s showered, bright-eyed and peppy, in clean clothes I washed and left outside his door earlier today. My smile spreads so fast and wide my cheeks hurt.
