The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Ethan’s POV

The only thing on my mind right now was Cynthia.

Just to make love to Cynthia.

Every hurt, every betrayal — the sting of Grace’s lies, the venom of Anna’s schemes, drowned beneath the tidal wave of desire crashing through me.

I needed her. Needed to lose myself in her, to feel her body against mine, to remind us both that something between us was still real, still ours.

I guided her into the bathroom, the steam curling around us like a veil. She stood before me in just her bra and panties, eyes wide, breath coming in shallow pulls. I couldn’t wait any longer.

My fingers found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with a flick. The lace fell away, and her breasts were just as full, firm and perfect as it has always been. It spilled free, nipples already tight and begging for my mouth.

They were as incredible as I remembered, untouched by time, as though the years and Amber’s birth had only made her more beautiful. I cupped them, thumbs brushing the peaks, and she gasped, arching into my touch.

I leaned in, taking the left nipple between my lips, sucking slowly, tongue swirling around the hard bud. She moaned softly, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer. I moved to the right, giving it the same worship—gentle bites, long licks, until her hips rocked instinctively against me, seeking friction.

Then I knelt, hooking my fingers into her panties and sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, completely nude now, standing before me like a vision—innocent and desirous all at once, her skin flushed, eyes dark with want.

I held the soaked lace in my hand, feeling the evidence of her arousal, warm and slick.

Fuck!

She wanted this as badly as I did. The sight of her wetness, the scent of her desire — it drove me insane.

I stood, shoving my boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, throbbing with need.

Cynthia’s eyes dropped to it, widening, glowing with hunger.

Her chest rose and fell faster, lips parting as she stared at me and my cock.

I could see the urge to touch, to wrap her hand around me — but hesitation held her back, like the years apart had built a wall between us.

Time to tear it down.

I thrust up gently, seating myself deeper, and she cried out, nails digging into my shoulders.

Then she started moving — slow, sensual grinds at first, rolling her hips in circles that made my vision blur. Water sloshed around us, foam clinging to her breasts as they bounced with each motion.

I gripped her ass, guiding her a little more faster, harder, thrusting up to meet her. Her moans grew louder, breathier, head thrown back as she rode me, taking what she needed.

The sight of her lost in pleasure, body glistening, pussy clenching around my cock was almost too much for my brain to contain.

“Fuck, Cynthia,” I growled, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. “You feel so good. So tight. Like you were made for me.”

She whimpered, grinding harder, faster, chasing her release. I felt her tighten, pulse around me, and then she came — hard, crying out my name as her body shuddered, waves of pleasure ripping through her.

I wasn’t far behind. A few more deep thrusts and I followed, spilling inside her with a groan, holding her close as I pulsed, filling her completely.

We stayed like that, locked together in the water, breathing hard, hearts racing.

This was just the beginning.