“Yes,” she breathed out. It took everything in her not to shake her ass a little. She hadn’t realized how long it had been since she had felt a man against her. Ever since her baby daddy had gone away and taken his fuck boy promises with him, she had gone untouched. Ethic had fallen into her lap by way of fate, at least from her perspective, and he was so different from any man she had ever experienced before. She was sure he could get her to try anything once.

He took her through a series of poses, challenging her, his hands roaming her body to guide her form. Every place he touched felt like soft kisses, and soon, she was not only sticky with sweat, but wet from the tension building in her panties. The places he planted his hands made her body tingle, and as he moved effortlessly with her, she realized this was the clearest her mind had been since losing her daughter.

She felt herself being affected by Ethic, her lust blossomed, as her nectar wet her inner thigh. She could smell the sweet scent of her flower in the air. Her pheromones were all over the place. She was in heat. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her pulse everywhere.

God, if this man don’t stop pressing into me like that, she thought. He was in control of her body, and as he laid her on the mat on the ground, he positioned himself between her legs. Stretching one out toward the floor, and the other toward the sky, he began to lean forward into her, as if he were about to throw one leg over his shoulder. The tension pulling at her hamstrings mixed with him pressing against her body was something other worldly. She felt him, growing, but not fully hard, and she arched her back, causing more friction between them.

Her leg was near her ear now, as he pushed her to her limits and his dick hardened, pushing directly on her clit, causing her to gasp. They were straddling a line between using this as an excuse to feel one another, without asking, without trying. This was turning sexual and she was so close to her peak, as she rolled her hips beneath him. He had her there and he hadn’t even removed her clothes. Just when she thought he would take her all the way, he pulled back. It was like somebody’s mama had entered the room and killed the vibe, as he abruptly stood to his feet. Her chest heaved, as she lowered her leg and looked toward the ceiling, putting both hands over her eyes.

“It’s getting late,” he said. “You should get some sleep, so I can take you back to the hospital in the morning.” He snatched up a towel from the leather couch and wrapped it around his neck.