Page 59 of The Love We Make

My scream brought him back to me, out of his wild disposition. “Fuck are you ok?”

“Yes, please don’t stop. Please.”

“I love hearing you beg, Maddy. I love it so fucking much,” he said as he started pumping inside of me again. “You make me feral. You make me forget. You make me so fucking hard that I want to live inside this pussy for the rest of my fucking life.”

“Harder,” I moaned, enjoying his rough passion.

He didn’t need me to beg that time. He went harder, rougher. His body slapped into my ass as he bottomed himself out inside me, reaching somewhere deep that he didn’t the night before.

I put my face into the pillow below me and muffled a moan.

“Let me hear you. Don’t hide it.”

“Oh God Ethan,” I returned loudly, giving him what he wanted.

With his hands on my hips, he kept complete control over the pace and cadence he wanted me to feel. Thathewanted to feel. He would bring me to the point of release, only to pull back and make me want to scream.

Ethan was fucking me to a point of madness, the pleasure beyond belief. But he was using my body to fuck himself as well. And it was that image, that thought, that sent my body over the edge whether he was ready for me to or not. I convulsed into a state of pure revelry and once again screamed his name—along with more incoherent words.

His returning moan and choppy breathing told me he was coming with me. A sexy growl released from his throat, “Fuck, yes. Fuck, Maddy.”

Once he slowed, we both collapsed into the bed. He laid over the top of me, still inside of me, his breath on my ear.

I was lost in amazement at the power he had over my body. How quickly he could make my body sing—a damn 90s power ballad for sure. And just like it did during a sappy love song, my emotions erupted and tears started coming down my face.

Ethan pulled out of me and panicked. “Oh shit, Maddy did I hurt you? Oh fuck I wasn’t thinking.”

He sat up and scooped me into his arms, his cum running out of me and onto his leg. But he didn’t seem to mind as he held me close to his chest, tears streaming from my eyes. He kissed the corners of my eyes where the tears started and rocked me.

And then I laughed. Uncontrollably laughed.

My emotions were all over the place, but the common theme was my mind-blowing orgasm. It made me want to laugh and cry at the same time and since I was a girl that didn’t control her emotions well, I did both.

“You didn’t hurt me, dummy.” I swatted at his chest. “That felt so good I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.”

“Geez, I was scared I hurt you. Shit, I have to get myself under control.”

“Noooo the hell you don't. Not for 24 more hours.”

Ethan laughed at my joke that wasn’t a joke. We had 24 hours left before we checked out of this hotel and went back to being “just friends.” We were not wasting that time being mindful and practicing self-control.

Ethan dumped me from his lap and stood from the bed. “Well since you’refineand not a maniac anymore, let’s eat something.”

That was “best friend Ethan” in full force. The one that dumps me out of his lap like a big brother when he realizes I am not hurt, just crazy.

Then he leaned down to kiss me. A sweet and long peck before asking me, “What are you in the mood for?”

That was the “Ethan that made love to me” side. The one that randomly kisses me directly on the lips like it’s something we have always done and then sexily asks me what I’m in the mood for.

And shit, I loved both Ethans. I loved every side of him. A part of me wished I could keep that side of him. With how easily he shifted from one to the other in a matter of minutes, it felt completely possible that I could keep both Ethans.

“I want pizza!” I said, leaving my thoughts in the bedroom, where they belonged. I bounced into the bathroom to clean up while Ethan headed into the closet.

“I can do pizza. Lucali?” He asked, referring to a place we went to last time we were in New York together.

“I need that pizza in my life, Ethan.”I need you too.I pushed that thought out again. It wasn’t real. I was just in a sex daze. Plus, we were already risking our friendship this weekend. I promised him it wouldn’t change us and I intended to keep that promise.

I knew it would be easier once we were separated and time got us back to normal. I just had to remind myself of that until tomorrow.