The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

The hay rustled beneath them as Ethan maintained his slow, deliberate rhythm, his hands exploring 's full curves with possessive hunger.
's breath came in ragged gasps, her nails scraping against his back. "God, Ethan...please," she begged, arching beneath him. But the infuriating boy just smirked and kept his maddeningly leisurely pace.
"Something wrong, Mom?" His innocent tone contrasted with the wicked glint in his eyes.
A flush spread from 's cheeks down to her chest. "Stop teasing," she hissed, turning her face away as embarrassment warred with need. "Just...faster."
Ethan feigned concern. "But you said slow was better. Wouldn't want to hurt you."
The little bastard. nearly screamed in frustration. "You won't," she panted. "Harder. Now."
The moment the words left her lips, Ethan snapped his hips forward with enough force to make her cry out. 's back arched off the hay as pleasure exploded through her. She clung to him like a lifeline, every gasp and whimper swallowed by his skin.
Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through her body. The usually composed woman was reduced to a trembling, moaning mess beneath her son - and the realization made Ethan's blood burn hotter. He drove into her with single-minded intensity, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars.
"So good...Ethan, baby, you're so-" 's praise dissolved into incoherent sounds as pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Shh, Mom," Ethan breathed against her ear, even as his pace never faltered. "Someone might hear."
The warning made bite her lip hard enough to leave marks. Only choked whimpers escaped now as she rode the razor's edge between pleasure and pain.
Watching his dignified mother come completely undone beneath him sent Ethan over the edge. His movements turned punishing, the slap of skin echoing in the barn. 's legs locked around his waist, her body meeting every thrust with desperate urgency.
When release finally tore through them, 's climax hit like a tidal wave. They collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap, hearts pounding in unison.
As the haze of pleasure faded, reality came crashing down. pushed Ethan away abruptly, sudden tears welling in her eyes.
"Mom?" Ethan gathered her shaking form against his chest. "What's wrong?"
Her voice was barely audible. "Do you...hate me now?"
Ethan's arms tightened around her. "Are you kidding? You're perfect." His fingers traced comforting patterns on her skin. "I'm the luckiest guy alive."
"Then promise me something," she whispered against his chest. "Promise you'll focus on school."
"Anything for you." He pressed a kiss to her hair. "I don't want you worrying about me anymore."
A soft, embarrassed laugh escaped her. "Do well...and I'll make it worth your while."
Ethan grinned. "Best mom ever."
They lay tangled together in contented silence until murmured, "We should get to bed."
"But it's Saturday tomorrow," Ethan protested, nuzzling her neck. "Stay a little longer? Just to talk?"
The rare request gave her pause. When was the last time they'd really talked? Her fingers absently traced circles on his chest. "Why are you always so quiet, Ethan?"
He sighed, the weight of years in his voice. "Growing up poor...the other kids had everything. I never felt like I belonged."
Her heart shattered. "I'm so sorry I couldn't-"
"Stop." Ethan caught her hand. "I have everything I need right here."
And for the first time in his life, he truly meant it.