Page 110 of Ethan & Grace

Holding his gaze became harder with every flick of his tongue, but I refused to close my eyes. Heat crept into my cheeks, down my neck, and into my breasts. My gasps grew louder, my breathing more uneven. Finally, Ethan slid two fingers into me while his tongue continued to pleasure me. I was on fire, desperate to climax.

“Don’t stop!” I whimpered.

And he didn’t. He kept going, fucking me with his fingers relentlessly. Caressing me with his tongue. My feet tingled . . .

And then I came. My hips jerked towards his lips, and the heat of his kisses flashed through my entire body.

Panting, I dropped back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Everything hummed and buzzed, and I was pretty sure I saw stars. “You really outdid yourself this time,” I managed, breathless.

“And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

I heard Ethan take off his shoes and then his trousers. The mattress shifted, and then he was above me, bracing himself with his arms on either side of me. His black hair fell over his forehead, and although his eyes glowed, his sinful expression had vanished. He gazed at me tenderly before pressing his lips to mine gently and kissing me without haste or greed, as if he knew that I needed a moment of calm after that incredible high.

He lowered his body carefully until his full weight was on me. “Am I too heavy?”

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him close. His weight on me felt perfect. And although only moments ago we had been desperate to be together, we were suddenly no longer in any rush. I stroked Ethan’s back tenderly, and he caressed my waist. I kissed his jaw, and he nibbled at my neck. I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled him towards me for a kiss. My breathing had become less ragged, but my heart was still pounding wildly for this man, who had taken so much pain and loneliness from me over the past few weeks and given me so much understanding and support.

“I want to feel you,” I murmured between kisses.

Ethan hummed his agreement against my mouth as he reached, without breaking the kiss, for the bedside table where he kept the condoms. But before he could open the drawer, I stopped him, catching his hand in mine and lacing our fingers together.

He pulled back a little and looked at me, confused. His cheeks were flushed, his pupils dilated with desire.

“We can leave the condom, if you want.”

He swallowed hard. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. I have an IUD. Unless you’re worried . . . ?”

“No. I’m clean. It’s just . . . I’ve never done it without a condom before.”

I smiled at him. “Want to try it?”

The answer was written all over his face. Even so, he hesitated, searching my eyes for any trace of uncertainty—which he wasn’t going to find. I trusted him completely. “You’re really sure?”

“Yes. I want to feel all of you.”

I needed to feel all of him.

Ethan responded to my words with a deep kiss, yet another confirmation that he felt just as intoxicated as I did. My hand was still holding his. With the other, he reached between us and positioned himself, the tip of him against me. But he didn’t enter me right away.

I shivered with anticipation.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“More than ready,” I assured him, brushing my fingers over his cheek.

He lowered his head and kissed the palms of my hand before pushing into me. Once he was fully inside, we both paused and looked into each other’s eyes, savouring this new sensation. I’d imagined it would feel different without a condom, but the reality surpassed anything I’d expected. Feeling Ethan like this was indescribable. There was nothing stopping us now, nothing between us, physical or emotional. And that made the moment all the more precious. This wasn’t just sex. It was an understanding. A promise. A union. Not just of desire, but of love.

Ethan lowered his face to mine and kissed me once more before he began to slowly move inside me. I moaned, clenching around him.

He gasped. “You’re my downfall.”

“Then I’ll go down with you,” I retorted, spreading my legs wider to feel just a little more of him.

When we fucked, it was uncharacteristically slow, as if neither of us wanted this moment to pass too quickly. It felt incredibly intense, and I knew it would change me forever. After this night, and after everything Ethan was making me feel, there was no way I could ever be the same again.

He squeezed my hand, and I watched the beads of sweat gather on his forehead. The tendons of his neck became more pronounced with every thrust. He was clearly fighting for control, and I wasn’t doing much better. As intimate and tender as this felt, my body longed for more, needing that sweet release.