Rooming With Ethan | 18+

08. slow

“Is this okay?” Ethan asked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes,” Rachel said, she couldn’t help feeling this was not how she had pictured it. She had always thought it would be hard and fast, over too soon. But this was better. He hadn’t even kissed her yet and still, she could feel this electricity running down her spine.

Ethan leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It deepened gradually, his mouth coaxing hers open, his tongue sliding inside to dance with hers. His touch was gentle and patient as if he had all the time in the world.

Ethan swiped the inside of her mouth with his tongue, plunging it deep, sucking softly.

Rachel moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in Ethan’s hair. He kissed her like he was savoring her like she was the finest wine, and he wanted to linger over every sip.

He pulled back and started kissing the corner of her mouth, the spot beneath her ear; sucking, biting, licking.

Ethan lavished attention on her sensitive neck, alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her pajamas. He took his time exploring, learning every dip and swell. Rachel arched into his touch, her body responding eagerly to his sensual assault.

He reached her collarbone and licked her skin, looking up at her with dark eyes. Rachel’s breath hitched, her fingers tangled in his hair. “Ethan.”

Ethan growled, coming back up, crashing her lips with his.  His hands slipped under her shirt, skimming along her ribs, her sides, her waist. Rachel gasped into his mouth. Ethan pushed her shirt up, his hand reaching under to caress the skin of her stomach. She whimpered against his touch.

Ethan broke the kiss, his breath coming fast as his hand rode higher, across her skin, from her torso to her ribs. He gazed at her as if to gauge her every reaction, “Up?”

Rachel nodded, her voice barely a whisper, “Please...”

Ethan’s hand slid up further, his fingers brushing the underside of her breast. Rachel gasped, her back arching off the bed. Ethan smirked, his hand slowly inching higher until he was cupping her through her bra.

“What do you want, Rachel?” Ethan asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Rachel bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before whispering, “Touch me... please...”

Ethan’s grin widened, his fingers slowly tracing the edge of her bra, teasing her through the thin lace.

Rachel squirmed, her hips bucking against the mattress. “Ethan...” she pleaded.

Ethan leaned down, closer to her stomach and lifted her pajama top over her bra. Then he slowly pushed the bra wire from under the swell of her breast, revealing one, the hard nipple, the pink areola.

Rachel’s breath hitched as Ethan’s hot gaze raked over her bare flesh. His touch was gentle as he palmed her breast, his thumb rubbing against her peak. Rachel moaned, her hips lifting off the bed, silently begging for more.

“Please, Ethan,” Rachel said. She could feel the trickle of fluid wetting her panties. She was unbelievably wet. Ethan’s actions were so slow, it made her feel everything ten times more intensely.

Ethan chuckled darkly, “Patience, Rach... We’ve got all night.”

He continued to knead her breast, his touch firm yet gentle. He leaned down, his warm breath washing over her peak before he sucked it into his mouth. Rachel cried out, her fingers gripping his hair tightly. He took the whole breast inside his mouth, then he suckled once, his saliva wetting her skin.