Ethan's POV
The kiss broke momentarily as we gasped for air, foreheads resting together. Her eyes were dark with desire, mirroring my own need.
"Still comfortable?" I asked with a smirk.
"Shut up and kiss me again," Stella demanded breathlessly.
Who was I to argue? My lips found hers once more, and everything else faded away—there was only Stella and the overwhelming need we had for each other.
I groaned into her mouth, my hands finding her breasts, eager to feel their weight in my palms. Her n*****s pebbled against my touch, straining against the fabric.
I pulled back just enough to nip at her lower lip with my teeth, sucking gently before diving back into the kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, each seeking to dominate, but I wanted more.
"f**k, Stella," I muttered between kisses.
