Penny arched harder, trying to get even better in Ethan's arms, and he followed her body, touching exactly where it needed to be. The thin skin between the buttocks, the crotch, the hollow between the legs, and then suddenly the inner thighs, the stomach, and Penny could only breathe and wait for Ethan to touch it again where he most wanted.
When Ethan's finger finally slid inside, where it was already completely wet, he still could not hold back a scream. Penny jerked back, trying to get harder, but Ethan held her hips. He continued to stroke her in a barely perceptible circular motion, and a disappointed moan escaped from Penny's throat.
Penny was going crazy from these barely perceptible touches, her body was shaking. I wanted Ethan inside, to feel him again, as at night, with my whole body. To snuggle up, and so that this moment lasts forever, and so that there is no more peace, but only the two of them, intertwining with each other. Probably, from the outside, she looked funny: throwing up her hips, moaning like a March cat in response to the lightest touch. But I didn't have the strength to think about it, excitement was boiling in my blood and all my strength was spent only on coping with the weakness in my whole body and not collapsing on my sleeping bag.
When Ethan's fingers were inside, Penny moaned, and then muttered something grateful that she couldn't make out. Ethan only grunted contentedly, continuing to caress her, and then suddenly his fingers felt the very point that made it feel so good that it even hurts, and is scary, and indescribable.
"More...
Not trying to play with her anymore, Ethan gently stroked her inside, and when he heard a satisfied moan, he repeated the movement, but more confidently. I quickly realized what turned Penny on the most, and after that, the world disappeared. Only dazzling pleasure remained, hitting the nerves.
She is... she must have finished, and for a long time she could not come to her senses, enjoying the fact that Ethan was still stroking her, already outside, on her stomach, on her ass and on her thighs: softly, soothingly.
Finally, Penny gathered together the jelly that her body had turned into. Ethan stood up.
"You'll stay in the tent."
Penny put her hand on his thigh. She got up on her knees, pulled herself closer, looked into her eyes. Ethan's pants were stiff, his breathing was heavy and shallow.
"I don't have time for that, I have more important things to do," he said, stepping back.
His eyes were dark, filled with excitement, like ripe cherries with juice, and his flushed face suddenly seemed so young and innocent in the dawn rays. I wonder how old he is? Twenty-eight? Thirty? Hardly more.
High Inquisitor. Determined to rid himself of the corruption by swallowing a healing dose of poison. Every day he sends people to death and risks dying himself. Ethan, flaunting a bright red scratch from vampire teeth on his wrist.
Penny approached him slowly, like a wild animal, with her hands raised and her eyes staring intently. Slanting bright rays of dawn began to beat from the window, they made Ethan squint and painted him with warm yellow spots. Penny touched the bulge on his pants, reached for the belt, and Ethan exhaled as if he was scared.
It was uncomfortable to cope with the clasp on this side, she still did not want to give in. The silence was broken only by their breathing, the rustle of fabric, the sound of the belt buckle and fly being unfastened. Ethan was in no hurry to help Penny, just looking at her, and Penny could imagine that it was because Ethan didn't want it to end quickly, wanted to prolong this moment, albeit in such a strange, awkward way.
Finally, Ethan's was in front of Penny's lips - hard, full, stupefying with excitement. Touching his lips was a novelty, as was everything else that had happened tonight and continued in the morning. Penny knew that their squad considered it humiliating. The commissioners joked about it with each other when Corin was not around, offering to suck someone they wanted to punish for something. Penny didn't know how Ethan felt about it, maybe he could also punish Penny a little like that? For what Penny thinks Ethan is doing to him?
"I like you," she said quietly.
Foolishly.
Ethan tasted hot and salty. A shiver ran through his body, so bright and defenseless that Penny questioned the truth of the jokes that were circulating in the squad: the big question was which of the two of them was more vulnerable now.
She purred approvingly, feeling Ethan's hand on the back of her head, which pulled her closer. Ethan stroked her head, cheeks and lips, moaned, pulled Penny towards him, now forgetting about caution, then stopping and convulsively catching his breath.
Ethan finished unexpectedly, poured into Penny's mouth with a loud triumphant moan, and stood motionless for a long time, not letting Penny get up, caressing her and holding her close to him. And then he yanked up, took both hands on his face, pressed his thumbs on her cheekbones as Penny tried to turn away. Her whole mouth was wet, there were probably drops of on her lips, and Penny looked... Ethan kissed her as if he was thirsty, and Penny was the last spring in the world. Penny accepted it, surprised to see how desirable and right it was for her.