With shaking hands, she reached for the bottom of her top, wrenching the silk open so she could get at her tits, pushing down the cups of her bra. A porcelain button pinged off the hardwood floor.
Ethan groaned, looking up at her with wild need. He sat back on his heels for a moment. “Did you just rip open your own top? How are you so...” He closed his eyes. “So...”
She loved the crease of his forehead. He looked moments from shattering, and she hadn’t even touched him yet.
“Impatient?” Naomi tugged at her nipples, hissing at the way the ministrations made her clench between her legs.
He laughed against her belly. “That too.”
Naomi dug her nails into his scalp. “Nice,” she reminded him.
He brought his thumb to tease her entrance.
She thrust herself forward, seeking.
Pumping shallowly inside her, just enough to drive her nuts, Ethan traced teasing circles around her clit. “How nice?”
Wrapping one hand around his wrist, she held him steady while she fucked herself on his hand. “Nicer than that.”
He let her ride his fingers for a while, using his mouth on her clit. When she started whimpering, so close she could taste it, he knocked her hand aside and pulled her toward his face, kissing her pussy so well that her thighs shook and her knees locked. She couldn’t believe she’d ever thought he was safe.
Naomi came when he slid two fingers inside her, his thumb whispering across her back entrance, because wow, the shock of that, the barest suggestion that someday, he might want to... yeah, she fucking came.
After, he got to his feet, looking positively pleased as punch. She would have smacked him on the arm if her entire body hadn’t been made of Jell-O at the moment. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping his hands and his chin and his... good lord... his neck. She was going to ruin this man’s sheets.
“Bedroom?” he offered.
“Too far.” She yanked off her half-removed clothes.
He laughed and followed her lead, stripping in his living room. His hands fell to his belt. It was nice, thick brown leather. She wanted him to wrap it around his fist, just so she could catalog that visual. She also wanted him to slap it against his thigh.
Oh God, now she was looking at his thighs and the muscles there, and where the hell had those come from, anyway? Was he riding horses in his spare time or something?
He’d stripped down to his boxers. Green and white checkers.
She felt like it was her birthday. Like this moment, so bright with promise and possibility, could only come around once a year. Because the other 364 days were meant for longing, for closing her eyes, touching herself, and whining for the way Ethan looked right now. Eager and open and shy. His eyes soft but his cock decidedly not.
It had been a while since she’d seen a dick outside of a professional context, and it was frankly alarming that her mouth filled immediately with saliva.
All of a sudden, Ethan was extremely naked, and honestly, she could come like this. She could come looking at his fucking gorgeous dick and his stupid face that she was so fond of that right now she kind of wanted to punch him in it.
She was ready to write poems about his footlong eyelashes and the texture of his beard and the way his chest was covered in dark hair that made her want to whimper, physically whimper, at the sight of it, at the contrast of the color against his skin.
“Please tell me you have condoms?”
He moved to grab some from the other room and returned still smiling, following orders and showing off his ass, which, yeah, someone was getting spanked later, because fuck. What on earth?! The amount of squats required—
She pushed him into his leather armchair and then straddled his lap.
He leaned forward, capturing her lips again and kissing her, fast and filthy. Naomi gasped, grinding against his thigh. He smelled so good, like old books and strong coffee, and she was probably losing her mind, honestly, but she really cared about him.
The actual alignment was rushed, clumsy, both of them too eager, but in the end he slid in smooth as silk, and slow, as if savoring the entire trajectory of the push.
“Fuck,” he said when he was fully seated inside her, and she couldn’t help it, she giggled. She loved the very idea of him coming undone. With her. Because of her.
She looked at his face, which was very dear to her now, and not hated, in this moment. His eyes were so, so blue.
“This is the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said, and meant it even though no one was moving yet and it hadn’t even been a minute.