Eyes Wide Open

I cried out from the intensity of the slide as it burned a path straight to my center.

“I have to know every bit of you, Brynne. I’m greedy and I have to have it all, baby.” He started a slow rub of my clit with his thumb in tandem with his finger penetrations. “I have to be inside your beautiful, perfect ass because it’s you and I have to know what it feels like to be there.”

I shuddered beneath him and his touch, incapable of much more than a simple yes. The second I uttered my agreement, he pulled off me and turned me over. He took his time arranging me as he wanted. My hips were tugged back so I rested on my knees. My arms were stretched forward and made to grip the headboard. My knees were spread farther apart, and then . . . nothing. I could hear him breathing, and knew he was studying me again. My Ethan had a touch of voyeur kink in him and it only served to make me hotter knowing I was fulfilling his fantasies.

I hung there in anticipation when he covered me, his chest pressing onto my back, his mouth at my ear. “Are you sure?” he asked with a warm brush of his lips and then a lick just below my earlobe.

“Yeeees,” I shuddered out my answer on a long breath.

His lips met the back of my neck and swept down my spine in a worshipful caress. The closer he moved toward his destination, the more my body lit up in sensations building low in my belly. I started to shake.

“Easy, my beauty, I got you.” He pressed a hand to my lower back and then smoothed over one cheek. “You are exquisite like this,” he murmured as his hand rolled up the other cheek to grip my hip. “Utterly exquisite and perfect.” I felt him shift his weight around behind me and heard the side-table drawer slide open. Slick drops of lube met my skin as he worked it around. “Breathe for me, okay? I’m going to take care of you so good.”

I nodded to let him know I’d heard but I couldn’t speak. All I could do was suck in air and anticipate what would happen once I felt him there.

The tip of his c**k bumped through my folds and slid deliciously along my clit, sending out sparks that made me thrust back for more contact.

“Yes, baby. You’ll get it.” The blunt head of him pressed forward on me. The pressure was intense, and I couldn’t help the contraction of my muscles. “Relax and breathe.” He gave another push and the tip of him was in, my opening stretching to accommodate his size. “One more, baby. Almost there. I’m going in slow but steady, okay?” His hands held my ass as his c**k moved deeper, propelled by a desire on both our parts to complete this union. There was some pain, but it was a very erotic sort of sensation that released something inside me. I wanted to feel it. I really did. I needed to understand, so I needed to give myself to Ethan more.

The immense pressure building as already forcing a response within me and taking me forward for an orgasm. I pushed backward on his c**k to let him know it was okay to keep going. “Ahhhhh . . . oh, God,” I said, shuddering as he pressed forward again, the stretched feeling increasing to the point of pain until it seemed impossible, my body burning up. Then suddenly a give as he filled me up completely on a stinging thrust that took him all the way home. I closed my eyes on his shout and froze at the sensation.

“Fuuuck, you feel so good!” He held himself still and caressed both sides of my ass with his hands. “Baby . . . oh, f**k me . . . okay?” He was having trouble with words and I certainly understood that. I was having trouble holding still, and could feel the shakes returning. The convulsions weren’t pain-induced, but involuntary reactions to the incredible assault on my erogenous zone. There was minimal pain because Ethan had prepared me slowly for this experience, taking me with care, as was his way with most everything. “Look at you, shaking.” He stoked my hips reverently. “I’ll stop if you tell me to. I never want to hurt you, baby,” he said clearly but I could hear the strain in his words. “You feel so crazy good, I’m—I am—fuck, it’s so good!” I could tell he was as affected as I was, hanging there suspended, waiting for the other to share. Ethan and I had always connected very honestly when it came to sex. I don’t know why everything was so easy, but it was and it always had been so.

“I’m—I-I’m okay,” I stuttered, “I want you to keep going.”

“Fuck, I love you!” he groaned harshly.

Ethan withdrew slowly, the drag sending more of those sensory sparks down my center, and then thrust back in deep again. Each penetration slow and controlled. Each joining a little deeper than the one before it. I was shocked at the intensity of the pleasure building inside me as he picked up the pace steadily. His hands held me secure and his c**k owned me in the last and final way possible.

As everything built low in my core, racing toward something explosive, I could tell Ethan was in the same desperate condition as I was. He began to start in with the dirty talk and the heaving breathing as he slipped a hand down over my clitoris and rubbed in a circle.

His touch to that little bundle of nerves sent me over the edge. “I’m going to come!” I sobbed. As I bowed my head down into the sheets to brace for the onslaught, I felt him swell to inhuman hardness inside me as his c**k continued on in a relentless rhythm.

“Oh, FUUUUCK!—so am I!” he bellowed through the tight thrusts that connected us over and over again.

I convulsed beneath him and blew apart, utterly boneless, and only able to hold on as he kept on with his purpose. A moment later I felt him leave me and flip me over, my body still reeling with the most explosive pleasure I’d ever experienced.

“Eyes!” he barked.

I opened mine and latched on to his fiery blue orbs. The sight of him was magnificent to behold. He looked like a pagan god, slick with sweat and all straining muscles as he kneeled between my legs, gripping his cock, and ejaculated all over my br**sts and throat.

He was so very beautiful in that moment.

Sometime later I heard the bath running and opened my eyes, my body heavy with sleepy satisfaction. Ethan was right there watching me, all intense and serious in his expression, his fingers trailing through my hair.

“There she is.” The hard lines softened as he leaned in to nuzzle over my lips. “You get sleepy after I make you come.”

“I think I needed a little nap after all that.”

The frown returned. “Too much? I’m sorr—”

I shut him up with my hand over his mouth. “No.” I shook my head. “If it’d been too much I would have said.”