Jannah's POV
Ethan kisses me like he's trying to make up for lost time. Desperate, demanding. His fingers tangle in my hair, trail down my waist , down to my back. It's literally everywhere.
His lips move against mine with a kind of force that makes breath impossible. Rough and demanding, like he owns me. Like I've always been his. And yet, as much as I crave him, a small voice in my head whispers-am I really ready for this? But then his hands tighten on my waist, grounding me, and that doubt disappears like smoke.
I don't even remember how on earth we got here, all I can remember is we were lying on the bed one minute and the next ,I'm being pinned against the wall, my wrists trapped in his grip above my head. His body is flush against mine, hot and solid, pressing into every inch of me like he's making sure I feel him everywhere.
"Don't fucking tell me to shut up" His voice is rough, teasing, his breath warm against my lips . But there's a roughness in it that makes my stomach flip.
I swear, the more he touches me, the more I want to feel him everywhere, all around me , it's like I can't get enough of him. I'm breathless, every nerve on high alert as Ethan leans in, his eyes dark with intent. It's not like before– his touch is different. His hands are confident , sure almost commanding, as if he knows exactly how to make me pull under.
God, this man surely knows what a woman wants.
I smirk, trying to act unaffected , but it falters the second he presses closer, his thigh nudging up between my legs. I inhale sharply, but I refuse to back down.
"Or what?" I tease, trying to sound confident. But my voice wavers, just a little. His eyes flicker with something dark and knowing– wicked and suddenly, I feel exposed-not just physically, but emotionally, too.
Then, without warning, his full lips slam against mine, his free hand gripping my thigh so hard that I feel his nails dig into my flesh, yanking me against him. A gasp escapes me as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
"When was the last time anyone made you feel like this?" he murmurs, lips dragging along my jaw.
I remain silent. The answer to his question being 'never' but of course I'm not about to embarrass myself.
His chuckle is low, knowing. Then he lets go of my wrists just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Damn him.
Perfectly chiseled abs that glisten with perspiration and a firm chest stare back at me. My gaze drifts lower taking in the deep V leading down to his waist band, smoothly shaven with green veins snaking down. I bite my lips as my mind goes dirty and I imagine what his dick would look like.
I don't waste a second and my hands quickly move to the band of his sweats but he grabs my wrist immediately.
" Not yet baby," he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
I pout– this isn't fair.
His lips are dive against mine, trailing fire down my neck but this kiss it's not soft or tender. It's rough. Possessive. As though he's marking me–staking some silent claim.His sharp canine grazes my pulse, and my fingers tighten in his hair as he sucks lightly, just enough to make me whimper.
"Ethan," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.With every touch, he's breaking down walls I didn't even know I built. I don't do this-I don't lose control. But with Ethan, I feel like I'm falling, and the worst part? I don't want to stop.
He hums against my skin, his hands gripping my hips, pressing me impossibly closer. Every inch of him is burning through the restricting fabric between us. I swear I can feel every hard line of that toned body, every sharp line, every slow shift of his muscles as he keeps me pinned against the wall.
His smirk is dangerous as he pulls back slightly, eyes locked on mine." Don't forget I'm the one in control here,"he murmurs.
I shiver as his lips drag lower. His breath is warm against my skin, mouth trailing over the sensitive mounds of my flesh that make my head spin.Just when I think I'm at the very top of cloud nine,he grabs the hem of my shirt , pulling it over my head in one smooth move.
The air is suddenly cooler against my exposed skin , but his body quickly replaces the chill as his chest presses against mine.
For a moment, he just stares at my bare breasts like they're the most remarkable thing he has seen. He cups them firmly, his thumbs moving in circular motions around my pointy nipples. There's a dark hungry look in his eyes as he takes in every inch of my me– my breasts especially. I can feel the weight of his stare, and it makes something inside me tighten with anticipation.
" Please suck them," I whimper eager to feel the heat of his lips on them.
His body turns tense and before I realize what's happening Ethan's hands move to my chest,fingers firmly gripping the curve of my breast, the pressure increases and he squeezes them like he's about to pop them. A deep, hungry sound rumbles from his throat like he's savoring the sight.
I gasp when his lips latch onto my breast, hot and demanding. His tongue flicks, teasing, before he sucks– hard. My body responds readily, my spine curving into an arch, pressing closer, and he groans against my skin. His teeth graze my nipple, tugging , and my fingers tighten in his hair. I don't even realize I'm grinding against his thigh until his grip on my hips tighten.
"Aaah," my fingers dig into his shoulders when I grip him, trying to steady myself.
" Fuck," Ethan sighs, his lips moving to the curve just below my neck.
"Mmm, you sound so sexy " he purrs and I feel my pussy clench, when it unclenches I can tell I'm very wet.
" Say my name," he growls . Palm landing on my ass hard and I yelp, half laughing.
" That's not my name baby," his smirk is wicked.
This guy is a ten out of ten in my sexual fantasies.
" Ethan" I say softly into his ear, kissing his earlobes before my tongue glides over the back of his ear.
I barely recover from my aching breasts when Ethan's hands move lower , fingers slipping beneath the waist band of my thong. He doesn't tease, he doesn't waste a moment as he drags them down hurriedly. His fingers find my slick and he groans against my skin. I bite my lips , my hands moving over his smooth back.
" Look at you," he murmurs " so wet for me already ".
I squeeze my eye shut as his fingers press against my entrance , circling it slowly. My hips lift instinctively and writhe against his thumb , but he holds me down with his free hand.
God damnit I wasn't ready for this teasing. It felt like pure torture.
"Tell me what you want," he whispers into my ear, a smirk in his voice.
" Just do it already," I whine. Is he going to make me beg for every single touch.
He places his index on my lips "Sssh.Say it"
I roll my eyes knowing I really don't have a choice. There's not a minute to waste and the words tumble freely, shamelessly ." I want you to make me come all over your face," I pant " I want you to make me beg your cock deep in my pussy. I want you to make my legs shake. " My voice drops. "God, I fucking want it all"
My breath pauses when he slides a finger inside me, slow and skilled. I bite my lip, wrapping my hand around his shoulder as pleasure rises in my stomach. He doesn't stop and soon a second finger is added, stretching me , filling me. His thrusts are are unhurried but rough , each one calculated to draw out my pleasure.
" Ethan–" I gasp his name,my voice trembling. This man would be the end of me. My head falls back and I push my waist forward.
He growls in response , his lips finding mine again , sealing off my words as his fingers work me harder, deeper. His thumb brushes against my clit , sending a jolt of pleasure through me so intense that I my body jerks violently, my toes curling.
" That's it,"he murmurs in satisfaction. " Come for me Jannah."
His thumb circles my clit again and I shatter. My muscles tighten around his fingers, pleasure crashing into strong waves of ecstasy that turn my vision into blurry mess, my eyelids fluttering slowly with lips parted slightly before a sharp cry rips from my throat.
Ethan doesn't stop thrusting harder, working me through my release, his lips , trailing hot kisses down my chest as I tremble beneath him. When my spasms finally subside , he withdraws his finger , bringing them to his lips while he watches me with a dark satisfied gaze.
" You taste even better than I imagined ," he says, sucking his finger clean. When he licks off the last bit he grins at me boyishly and I'm even more turned on.
" Does that mean you're going to screw me?" My voice comes out raspy and I bite my lower lip as I stare hungrily into his dilated pupils.
No? My stomach twists. After everything, he's stopping now? I just had the best orgasm of my life and now he wouldn't fuck me? What the hell? This man never seizes to amaze me. He's either very disciplined or ....he's still either very disciplined, something I now find sexy.
" If I take you there'll be no going back.This is just the begining. "
I just know he's right.