ETAN
She was begging for him. Light, how was it possible that she wanted him so badly?
Her fingers tightened in his hair as she began to writhe and he wondered if he should make her come first, then take her.
But she growled his name. "Etan, please!" pulling at him to bring him back up her body.
Unable to resist, he dropped her leg and crawled back up, kissing her skin as he went so she shivered. He stopped at her breasts, cupping one with his hand, opening his mouth over the other and flicking her nipple with his tongue.
She cried out and arched, and suddenly he couldn't wait. She didn't want him to, so on who's account did he delay?
Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he arched his back, bringing their hips together to find her, ready, and open, pressing into him, seeking to join.
He rolled against her first, letting them slide and she twitched and gasped when he pressed into her most sensitive places.
