“Relax. I’m just admiring the view. You’re brilliant,” he whispered. “I want to do things to you that you’re not ready for.”

“I’m ready,” she moaned. “Please.”

He smirked. Ethic lifted her right leg, resting it in the crease of his arm as he entered her from behind. She cried out.

He fucked her up the wall, lifting that leg so high that he had access to depths unknown to even her. She needed his yoga lessons, because with him, she would have to be flexible. He was stretching her to her limit - both inside and out. There were no idle hands and he paid attention to every part of her body, as he teased her clit in the process.

He reached around her body, palming her V, as she fell into a frantic grind against his hand while his thickness beat up her insides. “This is too good, Ethic, please. Wait…stop!”

“If I stop, I won’t hear what you sound like when you cum,” he said, as he kissed the back of her neck. “I want to hear you.” He paused, suddenly halting the intense pleasure he was causing, driving her crazy as she anxiously feigned for his next stroke. “Or you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t. Keep going. I need it.” Alani didn’t even recognize this voice of desperation. It was sultry and deep…pleading. Am I begging for this dick? She thought, as her face contorted in pleasure. Had this man read the manual to her body? How did he know which buttons to push, how to get her to gush, how to elevate her arch? Alani was on one tiptoe, he was fucking her so good. She just knew she would die if this ended too soon. This raw, passionate, animalistic sex, was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she felt Ethic pouring all his doubt into her, as they did what men and women were meant to do. Her breasts bounced, and she clawed at the wall, as sweat covered every inch of her body. She had never gotten this nasty for a man, and suddenly, she just wanted to taste him. “Agh!” she cried, as she rained down over him.

“That’s good,” he coached her, as she went limp against his body. Alani had never experienced anything so pleasurable, so uninhibited, so natural. It was like he was the first man and she was the first woman. Together, they were figuring out their symmetry. This was that Adam and Eve shit; the stuff God got a refund on after the bitch ate that apple. This was the bliss that only God himself could have created; the pleasure that manifested when Eros was at play. Something other worldly had just happened within her, stimulated by him, and Alani wanted more of it. She faced him and then looked up into his eyes, coyly.