“s**t,” he says.
I search his face. “What?”
“No c****m,” he admits.
“I’m on the pill, Ethan.”
At first, he hesitates. So I readjust my skirt back down over my bare a*s, and he shakes his head.
“Don’t think so, babe.” Ethan grabs my a*s and lifts me in the air. My legs wrap around his hips as he f***s me against the wall. Small moans escape from my mouth as our tongues swirl together, and I feel so naughty knowing there’s a room full of people who suspect something is going on or even hear us.
“Vada,” Ethan groans against my mouth. “You feel so good. You always feel so f*****g good.”
“I want more of you, Ethan. All of you.”
He continues to give me everything he can. “When I saw you walk in, all I could think about was this.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper, holding on to him for dear li
