He gritted his teeth and ripped open the condom, pinching the tip and rolling the protection over his aching shaft, her gaze watching his every move.

He settled between the inviting spread of her thighs. Grasping his cock, he held on as he glided himself over the bare lips of her slick sex. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, the need to be inside of her greater than anything he’d felt before. But something made him go slower, take his time with her, sliding his cock back and forth over her clit until she writhed beneath him, desire obviously pummeling at her as it was him.

He met her heavy-lidded gaze and something shifted between them. A moment that was quick yet impactful, heavy in its significance yet one that passed quickly. And then he was bracing one hand on the mattress, the other holding on to his cock as he breached her entrance and pushed inside.

She was hot and wet, so tight she strangled his dick with her inner walls, and he’d be lucky not to come in one thrust. As he pushed deeper, she clenched tighter, and he couldn’t hold back the groan from the his throat.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight it’s almost like no man’s ever fucked you before.”

At his words, she sucked in a shocked breath.

His gaze flew to hers, and he saw the raw truth in her deep brown eyes.

“Son of a bitch. Seriously?” he asked, unable to grasp the fact and unwilling to face the importance of its meaning.

She gripped his forearms. “Don’t stop.”

Whether intentional or not, her insides clenched him tighter and he lost control. He couldn’t halt if he wanted to. And fuck him, he didn’t. He’d deal with the ramifications afterwards.

He held on to enough thought and care to slowly guide himself out and back in, her wetness easing his way as he glided into her, refraining from heavy thrusting only by the merest thread of sanity. Finally he was all the way in, balls deep in her slick body.

He glanced at her face and saw only awareness and need, and as she squeezed him tighter, pleasure crossed her pretty features. He allowed himself to let go and take her, pumping his hips in and out, grinding their bodies together each time they joined, fully aware of her soft sighs of pleasure that grew louder the faster he moved.

He thrust harder each time, and finally she cried out, her body convulsing in gratification as she came.

“Ethan!” She called out his name, triggering his climax, and he climaxed hard and long. His body not content with a quick release, he pumped into her over and over, needing more from her.

Wanting to hear his name on her lips again.

Reaching between them, he slid his fingertip over her clit, and she gasped. He pinched and she screamed, coming again, yelling his name as he spilled the last of himself inside her.