A Week in New York (The Empire State Series Book 1) by Louise Bay Read Free Book Online

in the sheer feel of him
inside me. And then from the back of my throat I heard myself groan.
    “Oh, that’s it baby. Take it all,” he said as he thrust into me again.
Long, hard, pounding strokes.
    “Ethan. Ethan. Ethan,” I screamed.
    I felt myself clench around him and I dug my fingernails into shoulders.
Oh god, he needed to slow down. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready to feel
this so quickly. My hands grabbed at his arms and then started to push at his
chest.
    “Ethan. Slow down. I can’t.” But he kept me there, pushing into me,
deeper and deeper and deeper. “I’m going to...” I couldn’t get my words out
before I felt myself falling, and there I was floating, feeling nothing and
everything as my orgasm washed over me.
    I opened my eyes. Ethan had stilled and was watching me. “You look so
incredible when you come. You feel so incredible when you come.”
    “For you.”
    “For me,” he repeated and started his rhythm again, and I saw the moment
his orgasm started and spread through his body. God, he was sexy. He was my Sex
God.
    He rolled off me and went into the bathroom, and I climbed under the
sheets and lay back on the bed.
    “I thought it might have been a fluke,” he said when he came back into
the bedroom.
    I sat up on my elbows and looked at him.
    “Last night. Me coming like a teenager. I thought it must have been
fluke. But it’s you, Miss Anna.” He crawled over me and kissed me on the nose
and lay down on the other side of me. “Come here,” he said, inviting me to
scoot into the crook of his arm.

 
    Ethan
    Her skin was amazing. It glided over mine like warm silk. I liked stroking
it and I liked it touching me. Her leg was hooked over mine and her hand rested
on my chest. I’d just come like a teenager. Jesus, what was with that? It was
the look on her face that pushed me over the edge a few minutes ago. It was the
way she tried to resist her climax for a few seconds before giving into it and
opening herself up entirely to me. It was like I could see everything about her
when she came. All there, laid bare. Fuck, I could feel myself hardening again.
I reached across to cup her ass.
    “What are you thinking about?” she asked.
    “You.”
    “You liar.”
    “I told you, no bullshit.” My hand dipped and her leg inched up. I sat up
and pushed her gently onto her back, leaned over to her and took one of her
nipples. It pebbled in my mouth and she moaned. So reactive. I felt her hands
in my hair, urging me on. I wanted to taste her. All of her. I moved lower,
trailing kisses down to her stomach, across to her hipbone, and she shuddered.
She was ready again. She wanted it as much as I wanted it, and that realization
was the biggest fucking turn on. I delved my tongue into her folds and I held
her knees out, giving me the best fucking view. She looked so incredible lying
there, disheveled, only just recovered from having my dick bring her to her
first orgasm, but still ready for my tongue to take her to her next. She wanted
it. She wanted me. I heard myself groan and she arched off the bed. I thrust
two fingers into her and circled.
    “Hold still, Miss Anna. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going
to forget yourself.”
    She answered with a moan. It was the only answer I needed. My tongue
found her nub and pressed flat and hard before circling. She thrust her hips
off the mattress, pushing herself into my mouth. I pushed her back down and my
tongue replaced my fingers and I tasted deep inside her. She tasted just like
honey. I couldn’t get enough.
    I could tell she was close when she twisted to try and escape me. I
reached up and found her hands, then took her wrists and held them under her
ass. That was the perfect angle for me—it held her still. I kept sucking and
tasting and licking until I felt her tiny shudders. I could tell she was almost
there.
    “Ethan,” she cried. I wasn’t sure if it was a cry of pleasure or pain.
Either way, I was in