The faint sound blazed through him, kindling his every nerve ending, like a fuse. Her fingers left his hair, and he worried for a moment that she might have regretted starting this. But they wandered down, looking for the hem of his shirt.
“Take it off.”
Passion was an emotion he was quickly learning to identify on her face. Ethan obliged her. His hand was drawn to her full breast and he began to massage, his thumb drawing circles around her taut nipple.
Her palms roamed over his neck to his shoulders and down his chest until they rested over his ribs. Her fingers suddenly dug into his skin firmly and she pushed her breasts onto his chest.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. She was so sexy with her head thrown back in abandon that he couldn’t resist and his head dropped to suck a nipple in his mouth.
“I like that. Don’t stop,” she asked breathlessly.
But he paused, disappointing her. It only lasted a heartbeat because his mouth moved to the other breast.
Eve closed her eyes, stood on her tiptoes and arched her back to give him better access. He was still untrained so she coached, “Suck it harder.”
Ethan was a quick learner and a devoted student. He decided he would learn every trick. He growled when she grabbed his head, her fingers sliding into his hair, clutching him to keep him in place and whispered, “Yes. Now, use your tongue to tease the tip.”
He didn’t need experience to follow her directions. He released one breast to give the other his attention. Ethan was reeling. Sensations overtook everything as pleasure and need filled him. He didn’t even notice that Eve was not behaving like a inexperienced schoolgirl.
Eve moaned and hiked up a leg as he sucked on her breast in strong tugs. A sweet ache radiated to her belly. “Ethan,” she pleaded.
His mouth released her as he lifted his head to look at her. “What do you want? Tell me. I’ll do it.”
The way he spoke did funny things to Eve. His voice was deep and it exposed his need, urging something inside her.
She let go of his head, one hand cupping his face, the other sliding down, into his shorts, curling her fingers over his arousal, stroking him. “You.”
He rumbled a grunt of pleasure and approval and undid the ribbons of her panties, letting them fall to the floor. One of his hands moved to the middle of her thighs, asking for access. He closed his eyes while his fingers probed and teased her opening gently, mimicking what he wanted to do with her.
She moaned and he lifted her in his arms, gathering her close to him, as she let her head fall to his shoulder. He marveled at her innocent face and beautiful body. He couldn’t believe his luck. When he placed her on the bed, she reached for him, bringing him down for a kiss. A hungry kiss this time.
He ungainly took off his pajama shorts and lay down on top of her, careful with his weight.
She pushed him lightly and he rolled away.
His face registered the frustration he was feeling, but as she shifted and kneeled between his thighs, running her hands up and down his legs, he propped on his elbows in awe.
She smiled at him and her tongue flicked on the head of his erection.
“Eve,” he growled, shuddering from that simple, tiny contact. His head fell back with a groan as Eve took him into her mouth.
Ethan was completely lost as Eve sucked him. With a front row seat, he could only watch while she used one small hand to reach between her legs and caress herself as she pleasured him in an erotic rhythm. She moaned and looked at him, telling him that she loved the act as much as he did. Soft sounds of her mouth and tongue and his grunts filled the room. The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched to accommodate him and her hand caressing herself drove him mad. He felt her tongue stroke him rapidly as her cheeks hollowed to suck him deeper.
I need to come. Right. Now. “Eve!” He wanted to touch her, to caress her breasts and her soft body. He wondered at her taste.
She moved and her silky hair curtained her face as she angled her body over his and carefully lowered herself on him.
She pretended to struggle to take him, clenching her inner muscles, and said, “Oh! You are big.”
This is so good. Hot desire pumped into Ethan’s manhood, making him swell even more and he grabbed her hips and thrust in her. He gasped as he burrowed deeper, “You feel so good, baby.”
Eve closed her eyes tight and let out a faked gasp of pain.
He stopped, unsure. “Did I hurt you?”
She bent down and whispered in his ear, “Just a bit. But it’s okay.”
Damn, Ethan. She’s a virgin. “I’m sorry,” he cupped her face and kissed her lips gently.
“Don’t stop, Ethan,” she pleaded and tentatively moved down more.
Awkwardly, Ethan thrust up as she rocked down.
“Am I doing this right?” she asked shyly.
I don’t have a clue, but it seems so. “Perfect.” Ethan felt her lips searching his, felt her hands gripping his shoulders and her body tightening around him.
They found a more tuned pace and finally set in a fine tempo.
Ethan closed his eyes tight as a starburst took him and exploded, sweeping him in light, washing away every previous fear, replacing it with a pleasure so deep he thought he’d died.
The unexpectedness of Eve’s orgasm only made it more intense, and she shuddered and whispered his name as she came, burying her face on Ethan’s chest.
He settled on the pillows with a satisfied sigh and looked up at the ceiling, caressing her back. He wanted to ask if everything was all right; if he had hurt her too bad, but didn’t know how.
Eve raised her head and smiled at him, “Oh, Ethan. You were so gentle. Thank you.”
“Did you like it?” Ethan asked, his voice full of concern, betraying his nervousness.
She bobbed her head, “It was wonderful. Can we do it again?”
A happy grin spread his lips, “I guess so.”
Ethan slowly pulled away from beneath Eve’s sleeping body. She moaned softly, but didn’t wake up. After the second time they’d made love, they’d talked about nothing and everything, and then made love again. Afterwards, they held each other in silence and she drifted off to sleep.
Ethan walked to his veranda and stretched looking at the sky. The night was beautiful, the stars were bright, reflecting on the Mediterranean Sea. The weather was cooler at that time of the night, but he didn’t care. With every second he passed with Eve, his life seemed to righten. He wished it would never end. He returned to bed and pulled her into his arms.
And then, with his body sated and his mind near sleep, he began to understand that even with the deep scars his parents had left on his soul, he could enjoy life.
Ethan Ashford’s Penthouse.
Saturday, March 27th, 2010.
1.27 a.m.
Ethan shook his head hard. He didn’t want to remember Eve. Even after all these years, the betrayal hurt still. In spite of everything, he knew he also had to be grateful.
His eyes searched for the beautiful Buccellati silver frame. Sophia.
His gaze swung to the woman on the bed. He knew that she had been making an effort to please him by emulating Sophia’s style. In the last few days, she had become even more like the love of his life. He smiled sadly. No one can replace Sophia.
As if Barbara could hear his thoughts, she stirred. A moment later she rolled toward his side and her fingers searched for him. She sat on the bed and looked around.
In the dimness of the room, the motionless figure that stared back at her in stony silence looked lonely and, for the first time, Barbara took pity on that man. He had everything, but love. “What’s wrong?”