Chapter 8

Ethan’s POV

Even though I’m exposed and only wearing my briefs, it feels completely normal. Adrian looks at me like he’s asking for permission. I want to tell him I want him to ravish me, but my voice catches in my throat, so instead I pull him in for an intense, longing kiss.

He breaks the kiss, and I frown slightly when our lips separate.

“You are fucking gorgeous and hot,” he says with a smile, then kisses me hard again while his hand moves slowly over my waist, ass and thigh.

“You don’t know how perfect you are, Adrian,” I whisper against his lips.

“I want you,” he whispers back.

I reach up and caress his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I want you too,” I finally say.

I watch as his eyes grow darker with desire, and it makes me shiver, both nervous and excited at the same time.

He gets up and takes off my briefs, then moves between my legs and raise them over his shoulder.

Suddenly I feel self-conscious and try to pull away slightly.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, searching my eyes.

“I’ve never gone this far with anyone before,” I admitted, not breaking his gaze.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ve got you, okay?” he said softly, leaning in to kiss me.

He slowly moves back down and settles comfortably between my legs while I stare at him.

He lets out a low growl as he looks at me, then slips out his tongue and licks hungrily.

“Ahh… Adrian…” I moan, dropping back into the pillows.

He growls softly as he keeps going, lost in the moment. “You’re so sweet, babe,” he murmurs.

I moan loudly, gripping the sheets when he pushes a finger inside me. Then I feel something cold, and I open my eyes to see Adrian pouring lube over me.

“Do you like it?” he asks with a small smile, his fingers moving slowly inside me.

I nod eagerly. “I want you, Adrian.”

“In a moment, babe. I want you to enjoy every second of it.” He leans down and kisses my lips hungrily while my hips move restlessly beneath him.

“I think you’re ready for me,” he says huskily after a while, pulling his fingers out of me. I whine softly and watch him stand up to drop his briefs. He grabs the bottle of lube and pours it onto himself. I swallow, a little scared but excited. He smiles at me, then moves back in between my legs again. He gently plays with me, his fingers coated with the cold liquid.

“Breathe…” he instructs, and I nod, feeling him press against my tight entrance.

“Fuck!” I curse, closing my eyes in discomfort.

“Adrian… it’s not going to fit…” I clutch the sheets tightly.

“No, look at me…” he says softly, caressing my cheek. “That’s it, baby. Breathe… I’m almost in.” He kisses me deeply while I try to focus on his face instead of the pain. He slowly moves his hips, stretching me carefully.

“Adrian…” I whisper into the kiss.

“I’m right here… you’re so tight, baby.”

Adrian’s POV

I look into Ethan’s eyes, seeing the mix of pain and pleasure there. I know I’m stretching him wide, but he feels incredible wrapped around me. I lean down to kiss him deeply, swallowing his moans as I slowly push in deeper.

“You’re doing so well, babe,” I murmur against his lips. “You feel amazing.”

I start to move my hips, pulling out slightly before pushing back in. Each thrust brings a gasp or a moan from Ethan, and I can’t get enough of the sounds he makes. My hands roam over his body, caressing his sides and chest as I pick up the pace. Ethan’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

“Adrian… it’s so deep,” he pants, his nails digging into my back.

I grin at him. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling every inch of me inside you?”

He nods slowly. “Faster, Adrian.”

I smirk at Ethan’s words, loving the way his body responds to me. I start thrusting harder, faster, driven by the need to claim him completely. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, mixing with Ethan’s moans and my grunts of pleasure.

“Fuck, Ethan… you’re so tight around me,” I groan, burying my face in his neck. I bite and suck at his skin, marking him as mine. My hips snap forward relentlessly, hitting that sweet spot inside him with each thrust.

Ethan cries out, his body arching off the bed. “Adrian! Right there… don’t stop!” His hands clutch at my shoulders, nails leaving red welts on my skin. The slight pain only fuels my desire. I lift one of his legs over my shoulder, changing the angle and going even deeper. Ethan’s mouth falls open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

I watch Ethan’s face as I move into him, memorizing every expression — the way his eyes roll back, the way his lips part to let out those beautiful moans. The sight of him completely lost in pleasure is almost enough to make me cum right then.

“You’re beautiful,” I pant, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Your body is so fucking perfect.” My hands grip his hips tightly, tilting him just right so I hit that spot inside him with every movement.

Ethan’s body starts shaking beneath me, his orgasm building quickly. “Adrian… I’m gonna… oh God…” His voice breaks off into a high-pitched whimper as I hit that spot again and again.

I feel my own release approaching rapidly.

“Cum for me, babe,” I demand gruffly against his ear. “Let me feel you squeeze around me when you cum.”

I can feel Ethan’s body tensing beneath me, his muscles tightening as his orgasm approaches.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage him, my voice low and husky. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone.”

Ethan’s back arches off the bed as he cries out my name, his release washing over him in waves. The feeling of his inner walls clamping down around me is too much to resist, and with a final thrust, I bury myself deep inside him and come hard.

“Fuck, Ethan!” I groan, my body shuddering with pleasure. “I love you so much.”

I collapse on top of him, careful not to crush him with my weight. I pull out of Ethan slowly, both of us hissing at the sensation. I roll onto my side and gather him into my arms, holding him close as we catch our breaths.

Ethan nuzzles into my chest, his hand resting over my heart. We lie there tangled together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we slowly come down from our high.

“That was…” he starts, then trails off, searching for the right words. “Amazing,” he finally settles on. “I never knew it could be like that.”

I smile and press soft kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. “You’re incredible.”

“Making love with someone you love is always special,” I murmur. “But with you, it’s even more so.”

Ethan looks up at me, his eyes shining with emotion. “I’m glad it was with you,” he says softly. “I couldn’t imagine sharing this with anyone else.”

For a second, I forget how to breathe.

No one has ever said something like that to me without expecting something in return. Just him — honest, tired, and completely open in a way that makes my chest ache.

“I’m glad it was you too,” I whisper, brushing my thumb lightly across his cheek.

He smiles at that, but it’s the kind of smile that’s already fading into sleep. His eyes blink slowly, once… twice… and then his head drops slightly against my shoulder like his body finally decided it can’t stay awake any longer.

“Hey,” I murmur softly, shifting a little so he doesn’t fall uncomfortably. “You’re exhausted.”

“Mhm,” he hums, barely awake. “Just… tired.”

He curls closer, his hand resting against my chest like he needs to make sure I’m still there. Within seconds, his breathing slows down — steady, soft, peaceful.

I stay still.

Not because I’m uncomfortable, but because I don’t want to ruin this moment.

The room is quiet now. No noise from outside, no voices, no reminders of the world waiting for me. Just Ethan asleep beside me, warm and trusting in a way that feels almost too fragile to touch.

I look down at him carefully.

His hair is slightly messy, falling across his forehead. His lips are parted just a little as he breathes.

How can someone look this soft after everything that just happened?

I brush his hair away slowly, making sure I don’t wake him. He shifts a little, pressing closer instead.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I whisper quietly, more to myself than to him.

He doesn’t move. Still asleep.

I pull the blanket over both of us and lean back against the headboard, letting him stay exactly where he is. His head over my heart. His hand resting against me like it belongs there.

I keep watching him for a long time, memorizing every small detail — the calm in his face, the way he relaxes when he feels safe, the quiet trust in the way he sleeps so close to me.

And somewhere between one breath and the next, the exhaustion finally catches up with me too.

My eyes close slowly, still feeling the warmth of him against me.

And the last thing I remember before drifting off is the steady rhythm of his breathing — calm, quiet, and closer than anything i have ever felt in my life.