Impulsive andwild.
His breath is ragged and his fingers dig into my skin, and he’s telling me how he can’t wait to fuck my pussy. How I make him so hard. How I’m the only woman who’s ever made him thiscrazy.
“Hurry,” I gasp, needing to feelhim.
He releases me, and I whip off my tank and shove down my shorts. The clink of his belt hitting the floor is the last thing I hear before he’s on meagain.
My damp back makes a slick sound when he yanks me to his sweaty chest, but the feeling of his hot erection, full and thick against my thigh, makes me arch myspine.
“Hold on to this. Don’t let go,” hecommands.
Bracing my hands on a bar just above my head, he explores my nipples and my waist and the wet valley between my thighs. All while I hold on to the warmmetal.
But the sweltering heat of the barn makes it hard to breathe, and watching his movements along my body makes it harder still. Watching his hand move under my panties. Seeing his forearm flex and contract while he works me over, the pounding of my heart resonating from somewhere beneath the pad of his coarsefingers.
He knocks my legs farther apart so he can breach my opening. I’m already so close to the edge, his touch has me cryingout.
“Remember, don’t let go.” His voice istight.
I’m nodding even though I’m confused why he’s stepping away, but when he dips to his knees in front of me and grabs my ass, pulling my thighs to his face, all I can do is moan andwrithe.
From this angle, I can see every movement of his tongue as it parts my lips and licks up my center. The erotic movement of my hips as I ride his face. The searing pleasure in his eyes as he watches me comeapart.
My body is still twitching with delirium when he positions himself behind me, slides himself against my folds—once, twice, three times—and drives into me with one epicthrust.
Fuck me standing.It feels too good, too intense, and my kneesquake.
“Hold.On.”
And then he’s hoisting my thighs over his, and I tilt forward, barely clinging to the bar. Except I don’t want him to stop. Don’t want him to put me down. My knuckles are turning white, but I won’t letgo.
I feel like we’re doing some crazy acrobatic move I read inCosmoonce, maybe the Wheelbarrow or the Superwoman? But my torso is more upright, and at this angle, my thighs are snug against his hips as he tunnels in and out of me, and that tension, all that delicious pressure that has me strung tight, makes my core clench and strain against his hugeintrusion.
But before I can analyze how I’m feeling so good, so euphoric even though my arms arethis closeto slipping off the bar, I’m coming again and screaming, shuddering aroundhim.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” He grunts as his cock swells and jerks insideme.
Gasping and panting, we barely keep from tumbling to the ground. Just as my hands slip, he hugs my torso tight, leaning me against the wall. Gently, he puts my legs down, and with a wicked smile, I realize he’s still twitching inside of me, so I nuzzle back and let himfinish.
“Tiny Dancer got an eyeful,” I joke, loving how he’s nestled against me, arm slung around my chest, his face tucked into myneck.
When he doesn’t respond, I reach back and thread my fingers through his hair, but I’m met withsilence.
With a groan, he slides out of me, and I wince at the bite of pain between my legs, but hell, I’d take being sore any day if it means sex thathot.
I watch as he takes care of the rubber I didn’t even realize he’d slid on earlier. I’m on the pill, and he knows that, but he’s been meticulous about usingcondoms.
We’re quietly putting on our soggy clothes, and I’m wondering why he hasn’t said anything, when he reaches for me and clears his throat. “Are you okay, baby? Was I toorough?”
Smiling, I reach up to stroke his face. “I love every kind of sex you have to give me. Feral happens to be myfavorite.”
A chuckle vibrates his chest. “I love having you here. You and my kids are the best part of myday.”
My stomach quivers, every part of me lighting up from what he just said as he leans down to kissme.
It’s sweet and soft and a complete one-eighty from what we just did, but it makes me want to take an emotional snapshot of this moment. Of us and his gentle touches in the half-lit barn. Of the tender look in his eyes that tells me more than any words he’s uttered. Of the full-bodied wave of affection welling up in me for thisman.
For once in my life, I’m not afraid of the future or my place in this world. Because Ethan brings me hope that maybe my past happened for a reason. That it brought me to this place with him. And I wouldn’t change that foranything.
