Ethan Douglass (![]() ![]() @ 2011-01-01 11:25:00 |
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While she probably wasn't going to admit to it out loud in so many words, Stasia was having a really good time. It wasn't often that she had a reason to get all dressed up and she had certainly never experienced a New Years Eve in New York City before. A mere week ago, she'd thought she'd be spending her evening at home in Chicago, probably attending a party with some of her old friends from high school or what have you. Then Ethan had presented her with a plane ticket and a stubborn refusal to take no for an answer. despite her protests that the gift had been far too much. As much as she'd objected at the time, though, Stasia was glad to be right where she was at the moment. Ethan was, as always, good company, and she was definitely having a good time. They drank and ate and danced. She'd been careful not to mainline shots quite the way she had the last time they'd gone out together, so she wasn't remotely intoxicated, but she didn't need to be drunk to enjoy Ethan's company. Stasia's arms wrapped loosely around Ethan's neck as the music moved from a fast-paced song to a slower one and she smiled up as him, letting him pull her a little closer as they moved to the music. "It's almost midnight," she observed. A part of her wondered if he was going to kiss her again, but she dismissed the thought as quickly as it came, questioning him on his plans for the new year instead. "Have you made any resolutions for 2011?" Ethan had known that Stasia would protest when he'd bought the ticket to New York, but he'd been confident enough to believe that he could convince her to use it. After all, he was certain that very few people could honestly say they didn't want to experience New Year's Eve in Times Square. As predicted, she had given him a hard time when he'd given her the gift. In the end, though, he'd convinced her to accept it. The flight had been relatively boring, but they'd been having a blast since they'd arrived in the city. The girls he usually spent time with were all but forgotten as he focused on the novelty of having Stasia in town. That was probably for the best, though. Stasia had never thought highly of the rich, white bitches he hung around with. A very large smile moved over his features when the song they were dancing to faded and a slower one replaced it. He pulled her a little closer as her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, but he was careful to keep an appropriate amount of space between them. "You don't need resolutions when you're perfect," he informed her without hesitation. "What about you?" To be honest, Ethan didn't know if he was going to kiss her at midnight. He wanted to, but he wasn't sure how she would react. The last thing he wanted to do was ring in the new year with a slap. "Nah, I always thought they were kind of stupid. Why pick one day to decide to improve upon yourself?" She rolled her eyes a little at the statement that he was perfect. Perfectly conceited, maybe, but she didn't really want to bicker at the moment, so she decided to let it go. She didn't hate the way he held her closer when the song shifted. Stasia was pretty sure that wasn't a good thing, though. She didn't especially want to like being close to Ethan, but she couldn't quite help it. "It's hard to believe the school year is half over again," she mused out loud. "Felt like no time at all between when I got to LA and taking semester finals." She thought about asking him about his spring semester classes, then, but she figured he probably didn't actually go to class all that often. At any rate, he probably didn't want to talk about school. It was entirely possible that Ethan was perfectly conceited. After all, he was perfect in many ways. What was one more in the grand scheme of things? "You're not wrong," he answered without hesitation. "Not to mention, you fall under the heading of too perfect for resolutions…" That would've been a line if he'd been talking to anyone else. With her, though, he meant what he was saying. She was truly perfect. He couldn't think of a single thing he would want her to change. School was easily one of his least favorite subjects, but he fell into the conversation. Like her, he was surprised by how quickly the school year was going by. It felt like classes had just started, but they were already taking finals. Soon enough, everyone around them began to chorus the countdown. Ethan quickly fell in with them. "10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.." He couldn't have told you when he made the decision, but he knew that he intended to kiss her as they neared the count of one. "4.. 3.. 2.. 1.." Rather than considering the many ways that this could go wrong, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. They were just as soft as he remembered, and a very quiet hum of approval built within his chest. He didn't push to deepen the kiss, but he didn't pull away, either… not even when everyone around them erupted into a verse of Auld Lang Syne. She wasn't likely to admit it, but a part of Stasia wanted him to kiss her. She knew she shouldn't want that. She knew Ethan Douglass was the last guy she should let herself develop more than friendly feelings for. She couldn't stop thinking about the last time he'd kissed her, though. Their conversation faded as they both joined in on the countdown and before she could form another thought, his lips were on hers and Stasia was returning the kiss. Her arms tightened around him slightly as she returned the gentle pressure of lips. It was just a New Years' kiss, right? That's what she was telling herself as she pushed away the voice in her head that said kissing Ethan was a bad idea. Everyone kissed whoever they were with at midnight on New Years' Eve. Doing this now didn't mean anything. Even if she was just as reluctant to pull away as the crowd around them burst into song. He allowed his lips to linger against hers for several long moments. A small voice in the back of his head told him that he should probably quit while he was ahead. He was encouraged by the fact that she had yet to push him away, though, and he began to pull gently at each of her lips. Since hitting puberty, Ethan had kissed more girls than he could begin to count, but every one of those encounters paled when compared to this one. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about Stasia… there always had been. With that said, he tried to tell himself that the kiss didn't mean anything. After all, his life would change drastically if he allowed himself to have feelings for the girl in his arms. He found that it was easy to push those thoughts away when their mouths were working together. "Mmmmm…" Another soft hum of approval built within his chest. This one was a little more audible than the last, but the loud, drunken singing that surrounded them hid it well. He could only hope she wouldn't be in any rush to end the embrace. Stasia hadn't kissed nearly as many people as he had, but she wasn't completely inexperienced, either. She couldn't remember getting quite this caught up in kissing anyone else, though. There was something about Ethan's lips, being in Ethan's arms that made rational thought nearly impossible. She hummed happily as he pulled at her lips. That felt so good. Her fingers danced lazily along the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss a little more. A soft sigh slipped past her lips and she shifted a little bit closer to him. This was going a little beyond a simple Happy New Year kiss, but she wasn't focusing on that just now. All she was thinking about was how good it felt to be in his arms again. The corner of his mouth pulled into a slight smirk when he felt her hum an approval. He would never admit it, but it pleased him to know that he'd been right all the times he'd told her that she wanted him. A shiver ran down his spine as her fingers tickled over the back of his neck, and he groaned softly into the kiss. More than willing to follow her deeper into the embrace, he brought his tongue forward and brushed it lightly over her lips. Her flavor was unbelievable, and he found himself humming once again. It had never felt this good to just kiss someone. Needless to say, his promise that he would never kiss her again was the furthest thing from his mind. As a matter of fact, he found himself hoping that they would do this more often. There weren't words to describe the sensation that washed over her when his tongue brushed against her lips. There was no real conscious thought as her lips parted and she moaned softly as her own tongue moved forward to meet his. He tasted amazing. Stasia had thought her memories of the last kiss they'd shared had been exaggerated, but this felt just as good as she remembered. It was hard, now, to remember their bickering or why she'd vowed to never let him kiss her again. Right now, she couldn't imagine ever wanting to stop kissing him. "Guh, Ethan," she groaned softly as their tongued brushed together. Her mouth pulled a little more hungrily at his as her fingers tangled in his hair. Ethan groaned audibly when her tongue moved forward and brushed lightly against his own. Her flavor was… indescribable. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so affected by a simple kiss. Middle school, maybe? Kissing had been new, then. It had seemed like the most amazing thing in the world. Somehow, though, this surpassed even that… Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled their bodies flush together. For the first time in… ever, he wasn't thinking about how much further he could take this. He wasn't concerned with where this was going. He was perfectly content to just kiss her. "Mmmm, Stasia," he breathed. Stasia had never been one to get caught up in her hormones, but that was exactly what she was doing at the moment. She'd forgotten her own common sense the moment Ethan's lips had pressed to hers. It felt just as good as she'd remembered. Could she really be blamed for not wanting to pull away anytime soon? It felt like hours that they stayed locked in that embrace. Stasia couldn't have really told you how much time passed between the time their lips first touched and the moment when she finally pulled away to take a shaky breath. Maybe it had been mere minutes, but it felt like a small eternity. "That.. was.. Happy New Year," she gasped softly between deep breaths. It sounded lame, she knew, but she couldn't think of what else to say when a part of her really just wanted to kiss him again once she remembered how to properly breathe. Ethan was mildly disappointed when she pulled out of the embrace. Rather than fighting her, though, he rested his forehead against hers and focused on moving the air in and out of his lungs. That had been… amazing. There was really no other way to describe it. He'd enjoyed kissing her when they'd both been drunk, but this… there was nothing like it in the world. "Happy New Year," he answered just as lamely. Like her, he could only think about how very badly he wanted to kiss her again. "Fuck, Stasia," he breathed a moment later without thinking about what he was saying. "That was amazing." Having her in his arms… feeling her react to him the way that she had… it had been amazing. He hoped this kiss didn't lead to a fight the way the last one had. "I know," she breathed. Her eyes had closed briefly while their foreheads rested together, but they opened again as she pulled back to look at him. She opened her mouth to say something, but once she realized that she had no clue what to say, she closed it again. "We should probably..." she found herself murmuring, but she trailed off, instead leaning forward and brushing her lips over his again. Obviously, she had completely lost her mind. Kissing Ethan Douglass was the last thing she should be doing. She couldn't seem to help herself, though. No matter how stupid she knew it was, she really wanted to do some more of that kissing thing. Their eyes locked when she pulled back to look at him. Like her, he was completely speechless, and a slight smile moved over his features as she floundered for something to say. Without thinking, he brought his hand to the side of her face and caressed his thumb over her cheek. He'd always thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever met, but he found himself thinking that she was more beautiful than he'd realized. "We should probably…" he echoed, certain that whatever she suggested wouldn't be as enjoyable as kissing her. The voice in his head cheered loudly when her words faded and her lips brushed over his once more. Knowing it was only a matter of time before she came to her senses, he followed her eagerly into the embrace. "So amazing," he murmured as his fingers tangled in her hair and his lips began to work almost hungrily over hers. Stasia wasn't likely to come to her senses anytime soon if he kept kissing her like that. She'd hate to admit it, but she felt a warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach when his hand brushed over her cheek. Her heart skipped a beat as his fingers tangled in her hair and she lost herself far too easily in the embrace they were once again caught up in. Her arms slipped around his neck once more and Stasia hummed softly against his lips. It shouldn't be possible for a simple kiss to feel so good. It just wasn't right. "Do you want to.. get out of here?" she breathed against his lips, unwilling to pull completely out of the kiss. She knew this was completely stupid, but at the moment she didn't care. She didn't really want to keep kissing him in the middle of the crowd, but she didn't exactly want to stop kissing him, either. His free hand pressed into the center of her back, urging her closer, as he nipped and sucked at each of her lips. A quiet groan built in the back of his throat when his tongue moved forward to brush against hers once more. It was possible that he was completely insane, but he found himself thinking that her flavor got better with every passing minute. "Mmmmm, yeah," he answered. Stasia hadn't exactly pulled out of the embrace when she questioned him, and Ethan wasn't thinking clearly enough to realize that they needed to make their way to the exit in order to do as she'd suggested. "So amazing," he breathed for what felt like the hundredth time as his mouth continued to pull at hers. Stasia had just asked if he wanted to go elsewhere, but that didn't mean she was in any kind of hurry to pull away from him. Pulling away meant they would have to stop kissing and she certainly wasn't in any hurry to do that. As such, it was several moments before she finally pulled her lips from his and started to pull him through the crowd so they could make their way... where were they going, exactly? It was probably lucky that she was busy working on hailing them a cab, because she completely missed the smirk and the thumbs up that Trick shot Ethan's way as they passed him and the pair of girls he was with. That would have annoyed her, but her focus was elsewhere. Stasia didn't normally behave like this, but once they were seated in the back of the taxi, she found herself leaning in to kiss him again. She wanted to blame the champagne or the excitement of the city and it being New Years. Truthfully, though, she just really liked kissing Ethan, so she was ignoring all the voices in her head that told her she really, really shouldn't be doing it. Especially in the back of a taxi. Ethan couldn't have told you how much longer they were lost in one another. He only knew that he groaned loudly in protest when she pulled out of the embrace and began to lead him through the crowd. Logic told him that they couldn't continue to kiss like that if they wanted to find an elsewhere to be. At the same time, though, he wasn't a fan of anything that meant their lips weren't fused together. Had he not made it a point to look for his best friend, he would've missed the thumbs up he sent in his direction. Rather than drawing attention to the silent exchange they were having, he gave him a slight nod. Moments later, they were in the back of a cab. After giving the driver the address, he didn't resist in the slightest when the gorgeous black woman at his side urged him into another kiss. His fingers tangled in his hair once more, and his lips began to work diligently over hers. If she needed to blame the small amount of champagne they'd consumed while they were out, he was on board with that. Of course, he was on board with anything that kept her kissing him. "So sexy," he breathed against her lips. "So beautiful." Stasia couldn't tell you what had come over her. She was definitely going to kick herself for this later on. Right now, though, her common sense was safely tucked away and she was focused on what she wanted rather than what was smart. "You feel so good," she breathed against his lips between kisses. Her hands moved over his chest as her lips continued working against his. Even through his clothing, she could feel how well defined his muscles were. Stasia would never admit it out loud, but she found him incredibly attractive. It was really unfair that he was so attractive. The cab ride took a small eternity, but Stasia really didn't notice. It was amazing how easy it was to not notice the passage of time while his lips were pressed to his. It wasn't like she was in a hurry to get to their destination, after all. When the cab stopped, they'd have to take another break from the kissing and she certainly wasn't looking forward to that. If Ethan had known that Stasia would eventually regret what they were doing, he might have put an end to it. He cared for her, after all, and would never push her to do something she might regret. Fortunately, though, he was blissfully unaware of the consequences they might face come morning. As far as he was concerned, they were sober, consenting adults. She was obviously into what they were doing, and he saw absolutely no reason to question her. "So good," he echoed. His hands moved over her frame without wandering too much. With another girl, he would've been willing to take it much farther in the back of that taxi. She'd always been different, though. He wasn't capable of treating her like the rest. Ethan pulled out of the kiss with a loud groan when the cab finally stopped in front of the house he shared with his frat brothers. He quickly fished some money from his pocket and thrust it at the driver. A moment later, he was pulling her out of the car and leading her up the walk. Most of his roommates had traveled home for the holidays, and the ones that hadn't were at the party they'd just left. As such, he thought nothing of pulling her into another kiss once they were in the house. "So beautiful, Stasia," he breathed once again. The only reason Stasia would regret this was because she would be sure it didn't mean as much to him as it did to her. The truth was that no matter how she worked to deny it, Stasia really liked Ethan. It just wasn't smart to get caught up in kissing a guy who was screwing half the world, though, and she normally did her best to fight that feeling. "God, you taste.. guh." It was safe to say that she wasn't thinking about why this was a bad idea right now, though. As her hands moved over his shoulders and her lips nipped and pulled at his, all she could think about was how badly she wanted him at the moment and without really thinking about it, her hands moved to the front of his shirt to pull at each of the buttons that held it closed. She wasn't trying to push things further, she told herself. She just wanted to feel him. Truth be told, Ethan liked Stasia just as much. It wasn't something he thought about often, but she was the type of woman he wanted to spend his life with. He was just having fun with the rich, white girls that often shared his bed. A deep groan built in his chest as his lips worked diligently over each of hers. His fingers tangled deeply in her hair, and once again, he found himself thinking that her flavor got better with every passing minute. He didn't even consider protesting when her fingers began to work through the buttons on his shirt. In fact, he shrugged out of the material as soon as he was able and let it drop to the floor. Though they were alone in the house, he began to pull her toward his bedroom. He wasn't thinking very clearly, but experience had taught him that the frat house could fill quickly and unexpectedly. The last thing he wanted, right now, was an interruption. They stumbled a few times as they made their way down the hall, but it wasn't long before they were making their way into his room. Ethan kicked the door closed and locked it without pulling his lips from hers, and it was obvious that she had his undivided attention once he was sure they wouldn't be disturbed. "Taste so good," he breathed. "Feel so… guh." Stasia was completely and utterly lost in what they were doing at the moment and she barely noticed as Ethan pulled her toward his bedroom. After all, it was hard to pay attention to details like movement when his lips were pressed to hers like this. Her fingers danced over the bare skin of his chest and she murmured something of an agreement to his words. "So good," she echoed as her mouth continued to pull hungrily at his. She was certainly going to kick herself later for behaving in such a manner. She'd vowed long ago than she'd never become one of those idiots who shared Ethan's bed or fell all over themselves to get his attention. None of that mattered at the moment. Her common sense had fallen silent the moment his lips had pressed to hers and all that seemed to matter now was how good he felt as she pressed her own body firmly against his. Ethan groaned softly as he pulled his lips from hers and began to trail heated kisses along the line of her jaw. One of his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her as close as he could manage, while his other hand pressed to her cheek, urging her to tilt her head so that he would have more room to work. He nibbled almost playfully at her earlobe when he reached it. A heartbeat later, though, he was working his lips down the side of her neck and over her bare shoulder. "So good," he breathed. "So beautiful." He had thought the dress was incredibly sexy when he'd first seen her in it, but he developed a new appreciation for it when he realized that he had a fair amount of skin at his disposal. "So sexy," he continued. "So perfect." At some point, Ethan might regret this, but it wouldn't be because of what they were doing... it would be because of her reaction to what they'd done. "Guh... Ethan..." Stasia didn't really need any urging to tilt her head. Ethan's lips felt amazing against her skin and he somehow managed to catch the most sensitive parts of her jaw and neck as his lips continued their trail. She murmured soft encouragements as he continued to kiss over the skin of her neck and shoulders, suddenly glad she'd chosen this particular dress. Her lips pressed to his chest and she whimpered softly against his skin as his mouth continued to work over her shoulder. "Mmm, you feel so good." Once his lips had worked diligently over her shoulder, Ethan shifted just enough to trail heated kisses along the line of her collarbone. Another hum of approval built within his chest as he worked, and his hold on her tightened reflexively. "Guh... Stasia…" Encouraged by the noises she was making, he began to nip and suck at her flesh. A loud groan built within his chest when her lips pressed skin, and his back bowed, urging her to keep going. Having done this more times than he could count, he had absolutely no trouble guiding them to the bed, and moments later, he was pulling her into his lap as he dropped on the edge of the mattress. "Unbelievable," he breathed. It didn't take an extremely long time for things to progress from there. Stasia told herself several times that she should put a stop to what they were doing, but she told herself just as many times that she would in just a few more minutes. It was amazing how you could convince yourself that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt when you really didn't want to stop what you were doing. Her skirt had ridden up a little when he pulled herself in his lap and Stasia was trying very hard to pretend that the hand on her leg wasn't inching upward. She focused on keeping her lips moving against his skin. She knew full well that his hand wasn't simply resting innocently on her leg, but it felt so good that she was trying to convince herself otherwise. "Mmm, Ethan," she hummed as she worked, kissing up his chest to press her lips to his once more. As good as his mouth had felt on her neck and shoulders, she just really wanted to be kissing him. Ethan wasn't having the internal struggle that she was. He was enjoying himself, after all, and saw no reason for them to stop what they were doing. He couldn't have told you when he'd shifted his hand to the inside of her thigh, but he was encouraged by the noises she was making. His fingers tickled over her skin as they worked higher, and it wasn't long before they were brushing lightly over her center. Had he known that there was a chance she was going to end this, he might not have taken it this far. As luck would have it, though, he was blissfully unaware. "So hot," he groaned when he realized that her panties were damp. "So wet." A heartbeat later, he pressed his fingers a little more firmly against her. He hadn't pushed around the material, but it wouldn't be long before he did just that. If Stasia had been thinking clearly, she would have put an end to what they were doing when his hand moved over her inner thigh. Then again, if she'd been thinking clearly, she would have put an end to the embrace long before that. She hadn't been thinking rationally since the first kiss, though, and any remnant of common sense she had left fled as Ethan's hand pressed the her panties. "Fuck," she groaned. Save for her own explorations, Stasia had never been touched there before and Ethan's hand certainly felt better than her own ever had. At some point she might realize this was a bad idea. At some point she was certainly going to regret allowing herself to get so lost in him. Right now, though, all she could think about was how good it felt. She moaned loudly when his fingers pushed more firmly against her and his hips rolled against his hand of their own accord. She muttered a steady stream of curses as she continued to pull diligently at his lips. Holy fuck, that felt good. Maybe she'd come to her senses in a moment, but right now there was no part of her that wanted him to stop. Fueled by her reactions, Ethan shifted so that his fingers could push around the material between her legs. He spent a moment stroking tentatively over her center before putting a little more pressure behind his touch. A deep groan built within his chest when two of his fingers dipped into her folds and brushed over her nub. She was so wet and hot.. he could imagine what it would feel like to be buried in her. "Fuck, Stasia.." His mouth worked hungrily over hers as his fingers began to circle her clit. A moment later, though, he was pressing two of those fingers into her depths as another loud groan rumbled in his chest. Not only was she wet, she was unbelievably tight. "So wet.. so hot.. so tight, baby," he breathed as he began to move his fingers in and out of her. "Oh, my... fuck.." That was.. unbelievable. Stasia had never felt anything like it. For a moment, she couldn't think or breathe or.. anything. The only thing she could seem to focus on was how good it felt. A moment later, though, it sunk in just what Ethan was doing and she gasped out a half-hearted protest. "Guh.. wait... we shouldn't... we should stop.." she panted in between moans and curses. A big part of her didn't really want to stop, but this had escalated far beyond a kiss and her common sense was telling her it wasn't a good idea to let it continue, no matter how amazing it felt. Ethan broke the kiss when she began to curse and moan. He'd pulled similar reactions from more girls than he could begin to count, but there was something about pulling them from her. "So sexy," he breathed as he began to trail his lips along the line of her jaw. "So perfect." His fingers continued to move inside of her as he spoke, and they didn't falter when she began to halfheartedly protest what they were doing. "C'mon, baby," he answered. "Doesn't it feel good? Let me make you feel good. We can stop after that. Just let me make you feel good." This was such a bad idea, but it was hard to resist when Ethan was coaxing her like that. A part of her desperately wanted to give in to what he was saying and doing, but Stasia was nothing if not stubborn. "Ethaaaan," she whined, not sure if she wanted to beg him to stop or to keep going at this point. It really wasn't fair that his hand didn't even falter, because it was impossible to form anything resembling a clear and coherent thought. Her whimpering could have been a protest or an encouragement - it was hard to tell, especially when her hips seemed to roll toward his hand of their own accord. "We.. I.. shouldn't.." she protested weakly, but it was probably obvious her heart wasn't in it. After all, there was a very big part of her that definitely wanted this and it was hard to ignore that when his fingers felt so impossibly good. Stasia might have thought this was a bad idea, but Ethan most certainly did not. In fact, he thought this was an excellent idea. The knowledge that he was more than likely going to end up incredibly uncomfortable couldn't even convince him that this was anything short of amazing. "Shhhh, baby," he answered as he continued to touch and kiss her. "I just want to make you feel good, baby. Cum for me and I'll stop. I promise." He shifted his thumb so that it was rubbing circles over her clit as his fingers curled inside of her. A part of him knew that he shouldn't push her to continue this when she was telling him that they needed to stop, but the noises she was making were quite encouraging.. not to mention, she was rolling her hips up to his hand. Regardless of what she was saying, he thought it was obvious that she wanted this. "Come on, baby," he continued to coax as his mouth worked over her neck and collarbones. "Cum for me, baby. Let me make you feel good… so good." The part of Stasia that thought - knew - this was a bad idea was quickly being overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being. Each time Ethan's hand shifted, each time his fingers curled inside of her, she let out another gasp or moan. Her last protest trailed off in a whimper as her hips rolled against him once more. "God, Ethan... fuck," she cursed. He wasn't wrong. A very large part of her did want this. She was going to regret letting things go so far at some point, but at the moment it was difficult to focus on anything other than how good he was making her feel. Her mouth fastened to his shoulder and she nipped and sucked at his skin, in part to muffle the loud moans he was pulling from her. Fuck, he felt good. When her protests finally faded into moans, his fingers began to work a little more diligently than they had before. It was going to leave him unbelievably uncomfortable, but he meant it when he said they could stop as soon as she'd gotten off. He didn't know why it meant so much to him, but at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel her convulse and cum around his fingers. "So sexy, baby," he groaned. "So tight. So wet. So perfect." A groan built in his chest when her lips and teeth began to work over his shoulder. Though that felt insanely good, he used his free hand to urge her lips to his. "So perfect," he breathed as he urged her into a deep, hungry kiss. That felt so impossibly good. All Stasia could really do was moan and curse under his touch and nothing she said was remotely intelligible, but it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Even if she'd been able to form complete sentences, there didn't seem to be words to describe how good this felt. It didn't take Ethan very long at all to bring her to a release and Stasia moaned and cursed as she came. "Fuck," she panted softly as she struggled to regain her breath. That was... she'd never felt anything like it. It wasn't quite the first orgasm she'd ever experienced, but it was certainly the best. Ethan groaned loudly when he finally felt her convulse and cum around his fingers. He'd done this sort of thing more times than he could count, but there was something truly amazing about doing it with her. His fingers slowed quite a bit, but they continued to move inside of her until he was certain she'd finished. He was in absolutely no rush to take his hands off of her, but he'd promised her that he would stop if she would let him do what he'd just done. As predicted, he was unbelievably uncomfortable, but he didn't intend to break his promise. "So sexy, baby," he continued to murmur as his lips began to brush gently over hers. "So perfect." She might regret this in the morning, but he most definitely would not. That had been amazing. |