Stella's POV
Ethan placed me gently onto the bed, my legs still trembling as I tried to find my bearing. He stood back for a moment, admiring the view of me sprawled across the sheets, my panties still askew, my breathing heavy.
"You look good down there," he said with a wicked grin. "But not as good as I will."
I pushed myself up into a sitting position, reaching out to tug at his belt. "Less talking, more stripping," I commanded, my fingers deftly working his belt buckle.
His pants slid to the floor with a whisper, leaving him standing there in his boxers, his c**k tenting the fabric. My mouth watered at the sight of him. I wasted no time hooking my fingers into his waistband and yanking his boxers down, freeing his c**k.
It was just as magnificent as I remembered—long, thick, and h
