Road Tripping (19 page)

She raised her
arms so he could pull it off of her, then immediately felt exposed and
vulnerable as she watched his hungry eyes linger on her naked body. Which was
ridiculous, since she knew he’d seen it all before.

Only this time,
there weren’t any ants.

“Beautiful,” Ethan
breathed, his hand closing over one breast. “So beautiful.”

The words
warmed something in Ashley’s chest, made her feel significantly less
self-conscious. And the feel of his warm palm on her breast started warming
something else entirely.

“Are you going
to use your mouth too?” she asked curiously, as Ethan leisurely fondled her
nipple with his fingers. She was quite pleased with herself for keeping her
voice so light and casual, even though she could feel exquisite pangs from Ethan’s
touch shooting sharply through her body.

Ethan raised
his eyes to meet hers. “If I told you that, it would take away the element of
surprise. I have a whole strategy at work here.”

“You do?” Ashley
asked, immediately intrigued. She wiggled a bit against Ethan’s hand. “Do you
always do it the same way then?”

“Of course
not,” Ethan replied, looking slightly appalled. “Give me a little credit. I’ve
dreamed of this so many times.”

And that effectively
turned Ashley into a sappy puddle of mush. “How long have you been dreaming
about it?”

He glanced up
at her face quickly, almost sheepishly.

“Tell me,” she
demanded.

“If I tell you
the truth, Mark might kill me.”

She laughed. “I
won’t tell him. I promise.”

He pressed a
little kiss on her collarbone. “I’ve always known you were the only girl for
me.”

“That’s got to
be a lie.”

“I’m not lying.
I remember when I was eight and you dug up a bunch of worms as a way to get me
and Mark to let you go fishing with us. I saw you with all those worms, and my
heart was gone forever. I just got lucky that you ended up so beautiful.”

She giggled
helplessly as he started to tease her nipple with his mouth.

Soon, she
wasn’t giggling at all. Soon, she was writhing beneath him, trying to hook her
legs around him and dying for some friction.

“Okay,” she
panted at last, grinding her pelvis against whichever parts of Ethan’s body she
could reach. “That’s enough of that. I’m ready to go if you are.”

He had been
ready to go all along—she was well aware of that. He had only been delaying for
her benefit, to give her enough time to prepare.

“It’s not going
to be comfortable at first,” Ethan warned, nudging her legs farther apart so he
could get in between.

“I know. I’m
well informed on the whole process.” She bent her knees and spread her legs
even wider. “Although I wish someone had alerted me to how enormous that thing
might be.”

Ethan snorted
and kissed her softly. He reached his fingers between her legs to feel her
entrance. She had been wet from the start, more so after her first orgasm, and
even more after Ethan’s recent caresses. She was as ready as she was going to
get.

He guided
himself into position, then paused, meeting her eyes.

Her breath
hitched, and her heart started drumming so loudly, she was pretty sure Ethan
could hear it. “Go ahead,” she urged him in a slightly wavering voice.

She loved him.
Wanted this. But was still a little bit terrified.

When he didn’t
do anything, just kept watching her with concern, she decided he needed a
little prodding. “And if you get stuck in there, you’re the one who’s going to
have to explain the situation to the doctor.”

He let out a
burst of laughter and slowly sank inside her, angling himself in in a series of
slow thrusts and retreats.

It was too much
pressure as soon as he started to enter, but after a certain point of
penetration the pain became much sharper, much more intense. Ashley choked over
an anguished cry and tried to keep tears from forming.

She wasn’t
entirely successful.

She tried to
adjust herself around Ethan’s erection, but her muscles refused to relax. Every
slight move she made generated new pangs of pain.

Ethan was
gasping as much as she was, although it seemed to be from a different cause.
His eyes were closed, and he was clearly struggling for control.

Since they both
obviously needed a minute to recover, Ashley just lay back on the pillow and
tried not to whimper.

Eventually, Ethan
was able to open his eyes. “You okay?” he asked hoarsely, then cleared his throat.

“I suppose it
won’t kill me.”

Ethan adjusted
his weight on his forearms, causing him to move very slightly inside of her. Ashley
inhaled sharply from how much the motion hurt. Ethan seemed to have pulled
himself together by now and was watching her anxiously. “Is it very bad?”

“Yes, it’s kind
of bad. I told you that you were too big.”

“It will start
to feel better.”

“If only you
were a little bit smaller,” Ashley moaned, her muscles contracting as if she
were trying to push him out. “Why must you always be an overachiever?”

Ethan responded
with an involuntary chuckle. But he quickly grew still and murmured, “Just tell
me when you’re ready. I can wait.”

She closed her
eyes and took slow, deep breaths. Urged her muscles to relax.

But her body
didn’t follow her directions. Just remained tight, tense, and rigid. Finally,
she said, “I don’t think it’s going to get much better than this. Why don’t you
just go ahead and finish?”

“I’m not going
to just give up and finish. It will feel better if you try to relax.”

She frowned.
“I’m trying to relax. I’m not a complete idiot. But it’s easier said than done.
This really hurts, Ethan. So I want to just get it over with quickly."

“At least let
me try.” His voice was starting to sound impatient. “We’ve only just gotten
started.”

“Just gotten
started? It feels like you’ve been inside me forever. I told you it wouldn’t
fit.”

Ethan’s face
was taking on a familiar, grouchy expression, only slightly clouded by his
constant struggle for control. “It does too fit. You aren’t even giving this a
chance. And I’m not going to turn our first time into a one-sided fuck just
because you’re being melodramatic.”

Ashley was
practically choking over her outrage. “Melodramatic? You don’t know how this
feels. You get the easy part. You have no idea how much this hurts.”
Truthfully, it was hurting a little less now, her anger having distracted her
enough to relieve some of the painful tension.

“Of course, I
know it hurts,” Ethan muttered, his lips pressed into a tight, angry line. “And
I’d do anything if I could make it hurt less. But that doesn’t mean we don’t
try to make this work.”

She clenched
her inner muscles automatically as she trembled. Ethan gasped as she did so,
closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. After a minute, he turned back
to glare at her. Growled, “And believe me, my part isn’t easy.”

 “I’m sorry
it’s not as good as you’d hoped. I told you that you could just go ahead and
come.” Despite her words, it didn’t feel quite so much like an ordeal anymore.
She felt her muscles continue to adjust around his hard length.

“I’m not going
to come yet,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “So get that idea out of
your mind immediately.”

“I should be
the one to decide on this issue. I’m the one suffering the effects of your
damned, massive cock."

There was a
moment of silence. Then their eyes locked. And they both started laughing at
once.

Ethan’s
laughter was choppy and breathless, as he fought to maintain his restraint and
not lose it entirely. “Listen to us. We’re ridiculous.”

“We can’t even
have sex without fighting.”They were both shaking with their amusement, and so Ethan
was moving constantly inside of her now—little, shuddering twitches that were
hurting less and less, and were actually starting to feel almost good.

He bent his
head down to kiss her, sliding his tongue across her lower lip and then biting
it softly. “Such vulgar language,” he chided, humor still warming his voice. “I
believe I warned you about that before.”

She smiled up
at him. “The spanking will have to come later. We have other things to focus on
now.”

As they stared
at each other, something hot and powerful ignited between them once more. “Does
it still hurt?” Ethan asked softly, now looking as if he wanted to devour her.

She shuddered
under his gaze. “Yes, it hurts some. But I’m good now. I think we need to
start.”

Despite the
fact that tension was coming off of him in waves, Ethan leaned down to kiss her
sweetly. “We can wait as long as you need.”

She shook her
head, wrapped her arms around him once more. “No more waiting. I need this now.
I need you now.” She briefly tightened her inner muscles around him. “Ethan,
make love to me now.”

His control was
starting to slip, so there was no way he could refuse. After one more kiss, he
started thrusting into her, gently, slowly.

It wasn’t
without some lingering pain, but the friction was compelling, was needed. “Ethan,”
she breathed and brushed her hands up his neck until she was tangling her
fingers through his hair. “It’s not bad.”

He made a
strange grunt—half amusement, half desire. “Good. Maybe soon it will be good.”

It
was
getting good, which surprised Ashley into temporary speechlessness. The pain
didn’t entirely fade, but it was gradually overwhelmed with a different kind of
pressure that had started to build.

She began
moving her hips into the growing sensations, tried to enter this new dance. So
every time Ethan thrust down into her, she raised her hips to meet him.

“God, Ashley,” Ethan
groaned, his eyes never leaving her face. “So good. You feel so good.”

“Yeah,” she
panted, experiencing tiny bursts of sensation with each new thrust. “Good.”

He picked up
his tempo a bit, increasing the momentum of their rhythm. “Love you, Ashley. Love
you so much.”

She was rapidly
losing the ability to form words. “Love…you…too.” Her hips were moving of their
own accord, and the motion felt urgent and instinctive.

He accelerated
his rhythm, and she matched his pace with her hips, their skin slapping
together every time they connected. “Yes. Faster. Just like . . that.”

“You going to…come?”
he gasped, his face almost torn with pleasure and tension. “Any time...soon?”

“Think so. Feels...different
though.” It did feel different, felt like the mounting sensations were coming
from every direction, coming from everywhere. She kept jerking frantically to
reach it, clinging desperately to Ethan above her.

“Soon?” Ethan’s
face was dripping with perspiration, and his eyes never leaving her face.

“Think . . .”
She sucked in air at the effort speech required of her, “...so.” She felt like
it was approaching, but didn’t know quite how to claim it. Intuitively, she
raised her legs from the bed and wrapped them around Ethan’s body.

“Might be…too
deep,” Ethan warned in a strangled voice as she tightened her legs around him.

He was right.
The new position pulled him even farther inside her body, and she cried out
sharply in renewed pain and startled pleasure.

With obvious
effort, Ethan pulled himself out, tried to make shallower thrusts.

“No,” Ashley
insisted, lowering her hands to his butt so she could urge him back in more
deeply. “Good. Want it.”

Ethan didn’t
object.

He was clearly
almost at the end of his restraint, but Ashley thought she was almost there
herself. With a frantic jerking of her hips, she climbed up toward her cresting
release.

“Coming,” she
cried, feeling like the whole world was about to explode. “Coming, Ethan.”

“Good,” he
muttered. “Come, honey. Come.”

So she did. Choking
his name.

It was just in
time because, with only a few lasts thrusts, Ethan was coming himself. Her
intimate muscles contracted around him as he finally allowed himself release.

Her hips kept
twitching against him erratically as she shuddered and arched beneath him.
Eventually, the spasms ceased and she collapsed back onto the mattress.

Then Ethan fell
onto her heavily, his weight and warmth covering her completely, enveloping
her.

She grunted
when his weight descended, although she didn’t really mind it that much.

“Sorry,” Ethan
replied breathlessly. He shifted a little, relieving her of some of his weight.
He was still sheathed inside her. “You all right?”

Ashley hadn’t
quite regained her composure, was still gasping for air and trembling a little.
“Yeah. But you look like you’ve been through a battle.”

He did too. He
was limp, drained, and soaked with sweat. “I think I have,” he mumbled, kissing
her on the corner of her mouth.

She turned her
head so she could wipe some of her own perspiration off onto the pillow. “It
was okay though? Wasn’t it?”

“Much better
than okay,” he said huskily, kissing her fully on the lips. “Is it all right if
I pull out and take care of the condom?”

She nodded.
Then wished she hadn’t as he started to withdraw from inside of her body. Her
muscles clung to him tenaciously, which made the procedure actually hurt.

She did her
best not to cringe as their bodies finally disconnected with an embarrassing
sound.

He disposed of
the condom, and Ashley squeezed her thighs tightly together in an attempt to
dispel the empty ache.

Ethan got back
into bed again almost immediately, and he pulled the sheet up over them, taking
her in his arms.

“It was good,” Ashley
said before he could ask. “Thank you, Ethan, for being so patient. After the
first part, it was incredibly good.”