Sondrae Bennett: Chasing Paradise

Gwen writhed, her breath coming in desperate pants. His thumbs pushed into her as his mouth continued to tease her clit. The man was good. No. The man was amazing. She cried out as Ethan pulled away, blowing cold air over her tender flesh.

“Please, Ethan. I need…” Gwen sobbed, unable to finish. Sex had always been pleasant. But not like this. Nothing like this. Her hips rose as Ethan found the perfect spot to nibble. She felt connected to him in a way she’d never experienced before. It was almost as if she could feel his pleasure which in turn heightened her own. She squirmed, her body tight as a bowstring. His teasing kisses against the inside of her thighs only pushed her higher.

“But I’m having so much fun. Your taste is addictive.” His tongue trailed down and replaced his fingers, plunging inside her.

Gwen groaned. If he didn’t let her come soon, she would cry, beg, scream.

“Please, Ethan. Next time go slow. I need you, now.” Her patience was at an end. Her inner animal demanded he fill her completely, her need for him almost desperate. She needed to feel his weight covering her, blanketing her in his strength. To be reassured by his body that he was real, that she had finally found her mate. That she would no longer be alone. Because she knew only a mate could know her body so well.

Ethan’s lips blazed a trail back up her body, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. The taste of her flavored his tongue making her moan against his mouth. His hands played with her nipples as his tongue plundered deeper.

“Are you ready for me, pet?” The teasing humor in his voice urged her to scream at him and beat her hands against his chest. He knew she was, damn him. Instead she groaned against his throat, no longer able to form words.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” His hands trailed down and held her hips steady as he worked himself inside her. He was so big! For a moment, Gwen feared he wouldn’t fit. She shifted in discomfort as he pressed insistently forward.

Eyes closed, Ethan rested his forehead against hers. Gwen felt the moisture where they were connected and knew she was well prepared. It was a tight fit, but a fit nonetheless. He was holding back. She could see it in the lines of his face and the way his body vibrated with barely checked desire. This wasn’t what she wanted. As much as she admired his consideration of her, she wanted this to be as mind-blowing for him as it was for her. This was the start of the rest of their lives. There could be no doubt.

Gwen clutched his shoulders to urge him on. He opened his eyes, assessing her before pressing forward until he was buried to the hilt. A low growl rattled his chest.

She burned where they were connected, and she couldn’t seem to get any air into her lungs. She squirmed under him, struggling to draw a breath but her lungs wouldn’t obey the command. Ethan filled her too completely.

He must have sensed her discomfort because without moving his hips, his hand slid down her body, his thumb circling her clit. She drew in an involuntary breath as a wave of pleasure crashed into her.

With her distress gone, Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist. Ethan pressed deeper with the new position, drawing another gasp from her. This time one of pure pleasure. He reached all the right places inside her with each slow glide, filling her deliciously.

Pleasure radiated through her body until Gwen bucked, driven on by mindless need. She begged him, but for what exactly she didn’t know. He thrust into her with increasing fervor. His fingers continued to tease, her toes curling as the sensations bubbling inside approached the peak of ecstasy.

Just as she was about to round the bend and tumble over, he stopped. Gwen sobbed as her pleasure settled. Her climax retreated. Over and over he teased her, bringing her to the edge before pulling back. He wouldn’t let her pass the brink of pleasure.

Whimpering against his neck, Gwen begged for release. Time and place ceased to matter. All that mattered was Ethan and the delicious ache he kept building upon. The more he pressed, the more frantic she became. How much more could she take? She clung to his sweaty shoulders, moving in time with each thrust. At last, he pushed her right over the edge.

Screaming his name as she came around him, Gwen felt him empty inside her as he grunted his release against her neck. His warm breath caressed her ear as they both struggled to catch their breath.

“Wow.”

Gwen wasn’t sure which of them uttered the breathless exclamation. She felt his hands gently caressing her hips and upper thighs. His lips nuzzled the sensitive skin behind her ear. Never before had she felt so…cherished. Loved.

“You’re incredible.” The soft whisper caressed her skin. “Absolutely incredible.”

Gwen smiled at the words and ran her hands slowly up and down his cooling back. A small coo of utter contentment escaped from between her lips. His hand reached up and caressed her cheek.

“You sound like a little bird.” He chuckled.

“Sorry. It’s just something otters do when happy.” She tried not to do it around non-otters. Other men had teased her about it in the past.

“Don’t be sorry. I like it.” He kissed her ear and another small coo escaped.

A shaft of sunlight invaded the room from the windows, waking Ethan. Giving his mind a minute to process, Ethan took stock of his situation. He was curled around a soft, warm body. As the memories of the night before assailed him, he wrapped a possessive arm around Gwen’s waist and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent with each breath. Every impulse urged him to cuddle her closer, to wake her with kisses and strokes.

Ethan couldn’t believe how responsive the woman had been. Who would’ve guessed it from the uptight businesswoman she presented to the world? Her body had taken him in, embracing him as none other, and her scent had overwhelmed his senses. The mindless pursuit to give her an experience she’d never forget had driven him forward.

He liked to think he succeeded. Three times. It was certainly a night he wouldn’t soon forget.

After they had gotten enough energy to get up from the floor, they’d moved to the shower, where he had taken Gwen against the wall as water pounded against his back. They were both ready to go again by the time they finally made it to bed. It was hard to believe how many times he had taken her, or how perfectly she had responded. As if she was made for him.

Every sound she made, every move, pushed him higher until, in the end, he experienced a pleasure greater than ever before. Almost as if he’d found where he belonged.

Shaking his head, Ethan slowly disentangled himself and eased out of bed. Those feelings were dangerous. Gwen had been a perfect bed partner, but sex was all this would ever be. He wasn’t looking for anything more.

If he were… He stopped himself before completing the thought. Best not to go there. The whole point of this vacation was to have fun and to get away from clingy females, not to start a relationship.

His chest tightened as he slowly pulled on his clothes and crept from the room.

Without giving himself a moment to second-guess his decision, Ethan gently closed the door behind him, hearing the lock click into place. No turning back now. Although he was tempted to pound on the door and beg for forgiveness. Instead, Ethan turned from the door and walked away from the woman consuming his thoughts. He was moving on.

The snick of a door closing pulled Gwen out of sound sleep. Pushing her long hair out of her face, she blearily looked around the room.

“Ethan?” She hated the tentative tone of her voice. Ethan had more than convinced her how sexy he found her last night. Clutching the sheet higher, Gwen sat up and looked around. His clothes were gone from the floor and the bathroom door stood open, the dark alcove mocking her with its emptiness.