Only six more days until RAVISHED is here! To tide us over, I have a little Sinday read for you. Enjoy, and I will see you back here on the 1st for the A to Z Challenge. And then again on the 5th for the release of RAVISHED!
"Mia?" Ethan's voice rang through their condo.
"In here!" Mia fiddled with the knob on the washer again, trying to force it to do her bidding. It wasn't cooperating, of course. The stupid thing rarely did anymore. "Stupid freaking machine," she cursed, huffing in frustration.
"What's wrong?" her husband asked, coming up behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder, and instantly forgot about the washer.
Ethan Ridley was six foot five inches of perfection. His dark hair was still wet from the shower. He was nude from the waist up, the ridges of his abdominals on full display. A damp towel hung in his hands, his jeans resting low on his hips.
He took her breath away.
"Hi," she whispered as his gaze raked over her body. She felt her cheeks begin to flush at the hungry look in his eyes. She could get lost in those green eyes. She already had gotten lost in them, letting them lift her up and bring her back down again… so many times since he'd walked into her life a year ago, she'd lost count.
When he was inside of her, those eyes commanded her, compelled her, owned her.
She wasn't complaining.
"You aren't dressed." The way he said it, voice pitched low, sent a little chill racing through her.
"No." She looked up at him through her lashes, her back still to him. "I'm not."
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped into the laundry room with her. The towel fell into the basket by his feet as his hand came up to sweep across the blue lace covering the swells of her ass.
She moaned softly at that sinful touch.
He stroked again, teasing her.
"Ethan," she said it as if she were chastising him. They both knew she wasn't. Her hips pushed back against his hand of their own volition, inviting him to touch, taste, take….
Ethan never needed to be invited twice. His lower body pressed into her bottom as he leaned over her and kissed a lazy line along her bare shoulder. "You taste good, angel."
Her head fell to the side, the scrape of his stubble along her skin pulling a moan from her lips. "You feel good." She wriggled against the erection already straining at his jeans. "Really good."
"Mm," he hummed, nipping playfully at her ear.
His hand slipped around her waist, splaying wide across her stomach and pulling her into him. She raised her arms to wind them around his neck, wanting to feel the weight of his chest against her back. Nothing in the world felt better than his body pressed fully against hers during moments like this.
"Stay there," he whispered in her ear, reaching out to hold her hands down on the top of the washer. He bit into her shoulder, harder than before, grinding his erection into her ass. "Do you want me?"
"You know I do," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. "I always want you."
"Good." One hand raked up her back to the clasp of her matching blue lace bra. He flicked it open, kissing her shoulder blades as he slipped the straps down her arms. "I want you right here."
"Here?" She wasn't sure how they were going to make that work. The laundry room was small, barely enough room to work with.
"Here," he whispered, his mouth at her ear again. "Now."
Her stomach flipped at the husky tone of his voice. His warm breath rushed across her neck, fanning tendrils of hair against her already sensitive skin. God, one touch from him and he had her hot, wet, ready.
She'd never get enough of that.
"Lift your hands," he commanded as her bra fell down her forearms, exposing her breasts.
She lifted first one hand and then the other, allowing him to pull the bra off and toss it… who knew where. Who cared? His big hands were cupping her breasts, stroking across the tips and causing heat to pool low in her belly. That's all that mattered.
"Fuck," she moaned, her head falling back against his chest.
He groaned quietly at her curse. She knew what it did to him when that word fell from her lips and said it intentionally. She loved the little groans that rumbled from his chest when she said it. She lived for the way his hips ground into her and his hands tightened on her body each time she cursed.
One of his hands traveled down her body, his fingertips stroking softly across her pebbled skin until he reached the top of her panties. "You wore these for me," he murmured, dipping a finger beneath the sheer blue lace.
"Maybe." Her breath caught in her throat.
"Maybe?" He snapped the fabric against her skin in disapproval of her answer, causing a tiny sting against her skin. It didn't hurt, instead adding another layer to the desire already pumping through her veins.
"Mmhmm, maybe," she teased, circling her hips against his erection.
He leaned forward and bit at her shoulder again; another little punishment for her answer. She moaned softly, loving the feel of his teeth in her skin.
"Siren," he muttered, fingers delving beneath the blue lace to tease at her sex. "Tell me you wore them for me."
"You know I did," she answered, a jolt going through her. "You love these panties. They drove you crazy the first time you saw me in them."
She leaned back into him again, turned her face to the side and pressed a kiss to his nipple. He groaned as her tongue flickered across the hard nub. The hand on her breast tightened, teasing. She teased back, pulling a growl from deep within his chest.
"Stop," he demanded, leaning back away from her tempting mouth.
She pouted up at him, not ready to stop her exploration just yet, and followed him backward. Her teeth raked across his chest, her tongue darting out to taste him. His jaw clenched as his head lolled back on his shoulders.
"Christ," he breathed.
Her mouth curved upward as she nipped again. "You taste good," she murmured against his skin. He was all Ethan… warm skin, light soap, and the subtle taste of sex. She hummed in appreciation, loving how his warm skin felt on her tongue.
"Mia…" Her name on his lips was a warning, a plea, a groan.
She nipped at him again.
"Dammit," he growled and grabbed her around the waist, bending her forward over the washer again. His hands pressed hers into the top, curling her fingers around the edges. "Don't. Move." The words were a dangerous velvet whisper in her ear, sending sparks dancing along her skin as he pressed himself into her. He was a hard weight atop her back, his heart hammering against her shoulder blade.
She clutched the washer tighter, holding on for dear life as his hands slid up her arms, and down her back. He peeled his body from hers slowly as his hands descended, the loss of his weight barely felt before the electricity sparking from his hands took over.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, a sigh of pleasure escaping her parted lips.
"I love these panties," he whispered, hands stroking and spreading her ass beneath the lace. "You're so fucking sexy, baby."
She expected him to peel the lacy fabric down, but he didn't. One hand delved beneath to slide along her soaked folds.
"You're wet already for me. Good girl."
She didn't have a chance to say anything before he was there, right where she needed him. Fingers pressing inside, twisting, plunging… fucking her.
"Oh fuck," she hissed, bucking her hips at his sweet, sweet invasion.
"Stay still," he reminded her.
His free hand pressed against the center of her back to hold her still beneath his onslaught. She needed the help. The way his fingers felt inside of her was too good, too real. Her body demanded she move, that she press back against him, ride his hand.
Of course he wasn't going to let her.
Not after her teasing him about the panties, disobeying him when he told her to stop.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked, still working her furiously. His palm rubbed against her ass with each thrust of his fingers into her wet heat, and dear God in heaven, she wanted more.
"Yes," she moaned, her fingers digging hard into the washer to keep herself still. It was no easy feat, not when he already had her on the edge.
His hand slipped out of her panties.
"No!" She couldn't stop the cry of disappointment breaking from her lips. She was right there, right on the edge. She needed him to send her over.
"Ah-ah," he warned, pressing her down with that same hand against the center of her back as she struggled upward in sexually frustrated outrage. "Stay there."
"Ethan, please," she begged, need bubbling through her so hard she was ready to fall to her knees and plead with him to touch her again. To make her come this time. "I need you."
"I know, baby. Just wait, I'll take care of you."
She felt more than saw him drop to his knees behind her, and oh God.... She gritted her teeth to stop from pressing her thighs together to release the pressure building inside of her at the reminder of what he could do to her on his knees.
"Spread your legs for me."
She inched them out slowly, stabilizing her weight with her arms on the washer. Her elbows dug into the steel top as she braced herself, trying to compensate for her trembling legs.
She could feel his breath across her ass and she wanted it.
His hands slid up her thighs, fingers teasing the insides. "You wore these panties for me," he murmured as the very tips of his fingers came to rest on her sex. "I want to enjoy them, baby." His nose nuzzled into her as he inhaled deeply. "You smell like fucking heaven."
"Please, please," she chanted, rocking on her arms in anticipation.
His tongue darted out and licked along the blue lace seam once and then again. He sucked the fabric into his mouth, licking and sucking away the evidence of her need for him.
"So fucking good," he finally muttered when she was whimpering for more… and then he really set to work. Yanking her panties to the side, he buried his face in her. She could feel his head against her ass, his tongue plunging deep into her drenched folds.
"Fuck!" she screamed as she came on his tongue almost immediately, body slumping forward over the washer. She was shaking, her legs threatening to send her into a little sated puddle in the floor, but that didn't stop him.
He just turned her around with his hands on her hips, lifted one leg over his shoulder and went to work again. Lips pulling at her clit, teeth nibbling, tongue thrusting in and out of her as if he really were fucking her with it. She gripped his hair and held on hard, the sounds coming from her mouth indistinguishable, loud… unstoppable.
He stopped as suddenly as he'd started, and this time, the panties did come down.
He tossed them aside as soon as they were off her legs and worked his way up her body, kissing her thighs, the little thatch of curls above her pussy, her stomach, and breasts. She leaned backward as he rose up, and moaned loudly when he licked a line from her chest up to her ear, leaving her sticky juices in his wake.
"You taste so fucking good, angel," he whispered, grinding his cock into her again. "I could fuck you with my tongue like that all day."
"Oh God, please." It was the only thing she could say.
"I want to fuck you in truth though, right here," he continued, reaching between them to undo the button on his pants. "Hard. Do you want my cock, Mia?"
She didn't even have to think about her answer before it was rolling from her lips. "Yes. God, yes."
"Good girl," he whispered as his jeans hit the floor. His arms circled around her, lifting her up. "Sit here for me."
She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders as he sat her atop the washer and stepped up flush against her. His cock fell against her – hard, heavy. She whimpered wordlessly, mind hazy and body as needy as if he hadn't just given her one hell of an orgasm.
"Hold tight," he whispered.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he lined himself up with her entrance.
One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt.
Her head fell back, a cry of pleasure bubbling from her throat. He claimed it, his mouth covering hers hard and drinking in the sound. She let him have it, let him have her. Every scream, every delirious cry, and every scrape of her nails into his skin. She could taste herself on him and it drove her wild.
He took that wildness too, urging her on with his hands on each side of her body and his hips pistoning back and forth as he filled her, fucked her. "Tell me how it feels," he panted in her ear, biting and sucking at her skin again. "I want to hear you, baby."
"So good," she gasped. "You're so fucking deep."
The washer shook beneath her with the force of his thrusts, rattling like it was in danger of collapsing beneath her. She didn't care if it did, just so long as he didn't stop.
"Oh please," she groaned, her breasts rubbing against his chest until her nipples were as sensitive as her folds. And those… those felt every move he made, every little shift, every thrust.
"Please what?" he demanded, sucking her tongue into his mouth again and then again. It matched what he was doing below… in when he went in, out when he did.
Her fingers curled into the muscles of his shoulders, nails scoring marks into his skin. Didn't matter. She knew he'd wear those marks proudly.
"Fuck me," she whimpered, her head lolling back on her neck.
"I am fucking you," he chuckled. "But maybe…." He backed off for just a second and wrapped one leg around his waist. It pulled her ass half off the washer, opened her up wider to his thrusts.
"Oh!" She couldn't help the half surprised, half delirious cry as he went deeper, faster.
"Fuck, yes." His fingers dug into her ass as he thrust hard. "So… goddamned… tight, baby."
That was nothing but the truth. She could feel the play of her inner muscles against his broad head with each thrust. It bumped against them, catching just so with each powerful thrust, causing her to contract and pull him deeper.
"I want what's mine, Mia," he growled, his teeth raking roughly across her nipple. "Come on my cock."
Those words did something to her every single time he uttered them. Every single time he told her that he wanted her orgasm, that it belonged to him, that he wanted to feel it on his cock… it hit her deep, stroking like silk across that one spot so deep in her stomach, only he could touch it. She was helpless when he hit that spot, completely owned by him, the shape of those words leaving his mouth, and the feel of his cock striking home inside of her.
Every. Single. Time.
He roared her name as she came around him, just like he wanted. Her muscles gripped him tight, pulling him in deep and refusing to let him go again until he gave her what she wanted: his come in her. He didn't disappoint this time either. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her as her own orgasm milked him. It was pure ecstasy.
The washer rattled a final time beneath them as they rode out those moments where pleasure and pain mixed with such perfection bliss stretched out for miles. When she landed, it was soft, warm… so very, very good.
Ethan collapsed half on top of her as he came back down, panting and pressing soft, adoring kisses into her skin. "You're beautiful," he breathed. "So fucking beautiful, baby."
In that moment, she felt beautiful, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
"So are you," she whispered.
He kissed her gently, reverently, and wrapped his arms around her.
She smiled as he lifted her carefully from the washer… and then snorted as her heavy eyes caught sight of the knob.
The damn thing had turned.