Chapter 244: We Should Probably Clean Up And Go Get Breakfast, Huh? (R18+)

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Chapter 244: We Should Probably Clean Up And Go Get Breakfast, Huh? (R18+) She made a happy sound and kissed his stomach, her mouth warm. "You deserve the best," she whispered. "Yeah. Maybe." Elowen shook her head, a little laugh escaping her. "Don’t argue. You deserve the very best." Ethan chuckled, still stroking her hair. "Fair." "So you wanna do a quicky before going down for some breakfast?" she asked, sitting up, her naked breasts swaying slightly. "Hell yes. If I have a choice between eating or fucking you, my brain stops working." "Then we’d better make it quick." Ethan leaned up on one elbow, reaching his free hand to her cheek, drawing her close. "If you keep talking like that, quick won’t be a problem." "You don’t want me talking about how hot you are when I’m on top of you?" "Uh... no. Maybe? Shit. Yes." She straddled his thighs and rubbed against him. "And you don’t want me saying how hard and thick and perfect you are when I sink down and take you deep inside me?" "No, uh... no. You’re gonna give me performance anxiety." "I’m pretty sure that’s not a problem you have," she murmured, then reached for his cock and held it in place. She shifted her weight, the head pressing against her opening, and she moaned. "I’ve been thinking about this all night." "All... oh." He could feel her warmth. "Well. Can’t keep a lady waiting, can I?" Elowen slid down. "Fuck." Ethan’s head dropped back on the pillow. "That’s... so damn tight." Her thighs were pressed against his. Her fingers slid through his, tangling with them. "Yes." She breathed. "You fit perfectly." "Mm. Maybe you’re just the perfect size." "Maybe," she replied, rocking her hips, then grinding against him. "Oh, god." "Too bad it’s so early," she whispered, starting to roll her hips, "because I could go all day like this." "You can do anything. Seriously." "Can I?" she asked, breath catching as his hips moved up to meet hers. "Absolutely." Her fingers tightened around his, her eyes fluttering. "Then I want you to sit up. Right now. Because I can’t fuck you and kiss you at the same time." Ethan laughed and slid a hand around her ass as he firmly grabbed them. "You’re the boss." Then he sat up, and his cock sank even deeper, making her gasp. "Yes," she hissed, her arms sliding around his shoulders, her lips finding his. Ethan leaned back, bracing his hands against the mattress. "Oh, hell." Elowen didn’t move fast. But her movements were fluid and powerful, her muscles flexing and rippling, her breasts bouncing lightly, her hair falling down. She was absolutely stunning. "Look at me," she whispered. Ethan met her gaze. "You feel incredible." "Mmm," she murmured, rolling her hips. "Seriously," he muttered, watching her move, his hips matching her, driving upward, their bodies moving as one. "Tell me what you feel." "Wet," he whispered, "and so fucking tight." She tilted her head back, and her breath hitched, and her muscles flexed, her body taking him harder and faster. "More," she panted. "Warm." He groaned, and his hips bucked, pushing deep. "Yes," she gasped. "More. God, please, more." "Like..." He trailed off, trying to find the words. "Like the way you taste, or the way your hands squeeze my ass." "Uh." He nodded. "Yeah. That." "More," she whispered. "Please. Give it to me. I want every drop." "I..." Her head tilted back, and her chest was heaving. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me harder." Ethan’s hands moved from the mattress to her thighs. "Come here," he muttered. And pulled her closer, her hips flush against his. She let out a moan and shuddered. "Oh, yes," she gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "Mmm." Ethan’s hand slid up to the back of her neck, holding her steady. "Yes," she cried. "More. Make me come." "You first." His arm wrapped around her lower back, holding her steady as he thrust his hips up, over and over, driving her body forward, her clit dragging across his skin. "Oh!" Elowen’s fingers clenched his shoulders, and her nails scraped across his back, her thighs shaking, her voice rising. "Ethan! Yes. Don’t stop. Please. Keep going." He didn’t answer. Just kept moving, the pleasure building, the room filling with her scent and her sounds. "Don’t stop. Harder. Yes. Yes." His hand slipped down, gripping her ass, his fingers squeezing the soft, pale skin, and her body started trembling. "Oh, fuck." She shuddered. "I’m close," she whimpered. "God. That’s sexy." Her head dipped, and she was kissing his chest, his collarbone, his throat. "Come for me." Ethan groaned, the pressure building. "Keep moving. Fuck. I can’t last long." "Yes," she moaned, her breath hot, her hips still grinding against him. "Come for me. Fill me." He was close. So fucking close. And he wanted her there too. "I can’t hold it," he growled. "Good," she whimpered, her voice tight. "Fuck." His hips jerked, and his body shook. "Don’t stop. God, don’t stop." She rode him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her mouth open. "I’m coming," he rasped, and a moment later, his entire body shuddered. "Yessss," she moaned, and her fingers slid into his hair, and her lips crashed against his. "So hot," he groaned. Elowen’s back arched, and her breath caught, and a deep shudder went through her, her pussy squeezing him. "Ahhh," she moaned, the orgasm flooding her. "Mm. Good?" "Oh," she whispered, "that was... mm, wow." Ethan nodded. "You’re so hot when you come." "You’re pretty nice yourself." "We should probably clean up and go get breakfast, huh?" "Mmm. Yes." But Elowen didn’t pull away, and her lips pressed softly against his neck. "Maybe just five more minutes?" Ethan let out a laugh. "You can have as many as you want." She didn’t reply, her breath slowing, and the room settled. "You’re perfect," she murmured after a while, and her voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear. "So are you." She didn’t say anything, but her lips curved, and a soft laugh escaped her. "I don’t believe that." "Believe it or not, it’s true." "Mmm," she replied, snuggling a little closer. "Okay." "And I’m also very hungry." She smiled and looked up, and the morning sunlight fell on her face. "Well," she said, and kissed him, slow and warm. "Guess we better go eat." Ethan slid a hand behind her head, keeping her there. "Yep."

Chapter 244: We Should Probably Clean Up And Go Get Breakfast, Huh? (R18+)

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