Page 58 of The Love We Make

I started with what I knew to do—I sheathed my teeth and sucked. His reaction and moan made me think I was doing something right. I wanted to be sure.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked when I came up. I eyed him while my mouth lingered close to his tip. His mouth was open and his eyes were big.

“Yeah, baby. That is so fucking good.”

I nodded and went back down, holding the base with my hand. “Tell me what to do, ok?”

“Fuck, do what comes naturally. It will rock my fucking world, Maddy. I promise.”

Empowered by his words, I went back to work, using my hand to reach the length of him that my mouth couldn’t reach. I used my tongue to swirl around the tip and tried my damnedest to get as low as I could, causing me to abruptly gag.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I coughed to the side.

Ethan’s head fell back and he huffed a laugh, “The sound of you gagging on my dick may just be the sexiest thing I have ever heard.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, unsure if he was saying that to make me feel better or if he really meant it. But I got back down to business, determined to please him.

His taut muscles and moans. His closed eyes. The way his hands grabbed my hair to try and gain some control. All were signs that I was doing well, that he was happy, that I was on the right track.

I gave him everything I knew to give and before long, I felt him growing impossibly hard against my lips. His moans got louder, profanity spewing from his lips in whispers.

He grabbed the back of my head, pumping, fucking my mouth while I worked him with my hands and mouth. It took all I had not to gag again.

The way he took control when he appeared to be out of control was causing goosebumps to form on my skin. I never thought giving would be as good as receiving, at least in terms of sex. But shit, I was wrong. Making him lose his mind was a high no drug could mimic.

Only when his voice sounded pained and his grip loosened did I lose a little momentum and euphoria. I started to pull up, to ask him what was wrong. But he let me know without even asking.

“Up, baby. I am about to come. Fuck.”

Did he seriously tell me to move?

I wanted to taste him. I wanted a full experience. I wanted third freaking base.

So I didn’t move. I went deeper, harder. I moaned from the pure physical exertion it took to keep hold of him, even though he was trying to move me away.

And when he finally gave up and gave in, he growled one more time, releasing himself into my mouth. It was what I wanted, what I expected. But it was harder to swallow than I thought it would be. Especially with him still hard in my mouth.

Somehow, by some miracle, I managed to keep myself in check, not letting him see how nervous I was. Not that he was paying any attention. He was too busy tossing his head back and forth repeating, “Oh my God,” in a husky voice.

When I pulled myself completely off of him, he looked down with wide eyes. He silently grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up effortlessly to kiss me. His tongue invaded the very mouth he just came in without an ounce of drawback.

Fuck-hot.

His fingers roamed lower and lower until they felt how wet I was. He groaned again into my mouth as he plunged two fingers inside of me. I felt like I was seeing Ethan unhinged. More uncontrolled than I had ever seen him.

As a pitcher, Ethan was always in control of his mind and body. But not now. Not this version of Ethan. This Ethan was being controlled by his lust. And I was along for the ride.

I was lying awkwardly on top of him as he quickly brought me to the edge of an orgasm. But right before I toppled over the edge, he stopped.

It was my turn to moan. “Please,” I begged. I wanted him to keep going, to let me go over the edge.

He bit my lip and pulled away, gently pushing me off the top of him so he could get up. My heart started to plummet, instantly afraid something was wrong with how quickly he moved to get me off of him.

But once he was free, he flipped me to my stomach and pulled my ass into the air. I was still wearing panties and he disposed of them with a quick tug, ripping them from my body into pieces. I was so shocked at his ferocity, his eagerness.

Uncontrolled.

With my t-shirt still on and billowing from my body, I couldn’t see between us. So I did not see how hard he was again—already—or the way he lined himself up to me. All I could do was feel as he roughly thrust inside of me in one quick motion.