Free New Year in Manhattan by Louise Bay Page B

of those couples that just end up watching TV in bed. Beds should have only two functions. Speaking of, where were we? Did you finish without me?” I stripped my shirt off and stepped out of my pants.
    “I don’t work without you. I’m desperate for you.”
    “Desperate for me?”
    “Since this morning when you came in from your run, looking so handsome it should have been illegal.” She was pouting and it was fucking cute.
    I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of her wanting me since this morning. “What have you been desperate for me to do to you?” I asked, crawling over her lingerie covered body. “This?” I asked, pinching her nipple through the lace. She nodded. “And biting? You like my teeth, don’t you beautiful? The sharp rush that the pain brings?” She squirmed below me and grabbed my hand from her breast and pushed it lower. “You want me to feel you, beautiful?”
    She nodded again.
    “Tell me.”
    “I’m so wet, Ethan. Feel how wet I am.”
    My fingers found the edge of her underwear and dipped inside and pushed into the beginning of her slit. She was as wet as she described, just waiting for me to lick her dry. I dragged my fingers along her folds, coating myself in her. She squirmed under my touch, pulling away and pushing toward me as if she couldn’t decide whether she could handle it.
    I moved down her body, pulling her underwear from her thighs.
    “I need you inside me,” she whispered.
    I couldn’t deny her and I plunged my thumb straight into her, rubbing against the muscles that surrounded me.
    “No, I need your dick in me, Ethan. Please, I need it.” She whimpered.
    Jesus, her begging was too much, I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.
    “Oh, baby, you’re going to have my dick every fucking way.”
    I pulled off the bed, stripped off my boxers, stood facing the bed and pulled her across to meet me at the edge of the mattress.
    “You want it?” I stroked my erection up and down her folds, coating it in her wetness.
    “Ethan, please,” she cried.
    I positioned myself at her entrance. She was twisting her hips, trying to get me inside her, but I held her waist firmly so she couldn’t move.
    “Once I start, I’m not going to stop. Not ever,” I warned her.
    “Don’t ever stop, Ethan, I want you to fuck me forever.”
    I couldn’t wait any longer, I thrust balls-deep into her and watched as the air left her body, a mixture of pleasure and lust on her face. I pulled out quickly and pushed into her again and again and again. Quick, hard, rough strokes. She could do nothing but lie there, watching me as I drove into her over and over.
    “Oh god, yes,” she screamed.
    Hearing her tell me what she liked, what she wanted was a huge turn on. I loved her appetite, for sex, for me. It was intoxicating.
    She clenched around me, the beginnings of her orgasm flickering across her body. I wasn’t going to last long, but I had to get her there first.
    I palmed her breast and she arched into my hand. “Ethan, I’m close, I can’t wait.”
    My eyes darted from her face to between us, where our bodies joined. When I looked back at her she was watching as I pushed into her, so deep.
    “God, Ethan, I’m so full with you deep inside me.” Her voice cracked and there she was, her mouth parted and her eyes fixed on mine as her orgasm gripped her. I watched her for as long as I could before I gave in to my own climax and collapsed over her, burying my face in her neck.
    Seconds, minutes, hours later her fingers trailed down my spine and my mind wandered back into consciousness.

Anna
    Somehow, he always knew what to give me. I had needed him fast and hard and that’s exactly what I got. The last twenty-four hours had unsettled me and sex had reminded me how well we worked together. Our dinner with Andrew and Mandy, during which it had been decided I would be moving countries, which I didn’t think he could have been happier about, had been wonderful and life changing.