Lost in euphoria, I don’t realize he’s carrying me until I’m sitting on the kitchen island with my legs spread open. Keeping himself stationed on the stool in front of me, his lips begin kissing up my right leg, reminding me of our rendezvous in the photo booth.
Anticipation of what’s to come surrounds me, and I plead for him to touch me. I feel his smile against my thigh, and I buck my hips to make it clear where I want his mouth. “Always in such a hurry. The build up is part of the fun.” His lips are now moving up my left leg, tantalizing me slowly and deliberately.
Before I can plead again, his hands tuck under my legs jerking me forward to the edge of the island and keeping me in place. His hot mouth is on my pussy, tongue flicking and sucking. I let myself go with reckless abandon,welcoming the torture his mouth is putting me through. My hands have grabbed hold of his head, keeping him in place, not that he needs much motivation to do so.
Two of his fingers make their way inside me, moving in and out as his tongue continues to lick my clit, quickly and then in short flicks of the tongue. I buck my hips to him, needing more of him on me, as if what he is doing isn’t enough contact with my skin. His other hand moves up to my breasts, squeezing them through my dress in a desperate attempt to please me fully.
He is a starving animal feasting on his prized possession. My moans grow louder, my skin hotter and more sensitive, hyper aware of every contact it has with his, and I feel myself spiral out of control before dropping into the depths of a mind blowing orgasm.
“God, I love you,” he says, standing up before me. “Now that I’ve had my dessert, let’s go to bed. I’m not done with you yet.” He carries me off the counter, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him and reach down to kiss him.
“I love you, too.” I whisper in his ear, grazing my teeth on his lobe seductively, meanwhile he moves us through his apartment and into his bedroom quickly.
He drops me gracefully on his bed. His bedroom is dim, lit only by the small lamp on his bedside table. He lowers himself over me, his lips on mine again, and I wrap my arms around his waist, bringing his entire weight on me. Our mouths continue their sensual assault as my legs wrap around him in an attempt to bring him closer.
I can feel the roughness of his pants against my core, but I want to feel him not the material that separates us. Reaching under him to unbutton his shirt, I hear him groan against my lips but he doesn’t stop me. My apt fingers release each button until they’re all undone and reach into the shirt, moving it down his shoulders and feeling his hard body beneath them.
In a quick motion, he releases himself from the shirt, lips moving down my jaw to my neck, licking and sucking, leaving chills to run down my body, and I feel him pushing himself into me. My breathing quickens, and the fire burning in my core spreads like wild fire all around me.
Before I realize what is happening, he’s turned my entire body over so I’m lying on my stomach, and teasingly lowering the zipper on the back of my dress. His lips have now moved to the back of my neck, slowly kissing down a path with each inch of skin he exposes until the zipper has reached its end course at my lower back.
“Stand up,” Ethan instructs, and I do as I’m told. He slowly releases each of my arms from its sleeve, letting the dress pool around my feet, leaving me in my black lacy bra and heels.
He takes a step back and smiles with approval and adoration. “You really are beautiful. I could stare at you all night, but I have other plans.” He pulls me to him by the hips, our bodies crushing together with a fervent force, and he unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Skin on skin, we burn with desire and longing. His lips land on my pebbled nipple, and I tilt my head back in satisfaction. Screw the build up.
I unbuckle his belt and tear open his pants, forcing them down his legs along with his boxer briefs. I need him in me now. “Ethan, please…” I plead as his mouth teases my other nipple, and my hand reaches down to his hard length to rub him.
After a beat, I break away from his lips and get on my knees, continuing to tantalize him with my hands. I look up at him before taking him in my mouth, sucking his entire length as I lightly graze his hypersensitive skin with my tongue and teeth.
He groans, encouraging me to continue devouring him greedily just like he did to me in the kitchen. My wetness spreads below, and I moan unintentionally, the vibrations of my moan causing him to shiver.
That must do him in because he grabs me by the arms and lays me back on his bed like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. He kicks off his pants, and he sinks low and kisses me again before positioning his body over mine, ready to take me in.
I catch a glimpse of his tattoo, the symbol he permanently inked on himself to show his love for me. I sigh happily and impatiently waiting for him to claim me.
Opening my legs wider, inviting him in, he bends down to kiss me as he leads his hardened cock into me. The feeling that surrounds me is indescribable. I feel full, whole, restored as his body moves over mine, thrusting inside me slowly at first, where I can feel every ripple of him rubbing inside of me, connecting us at our core.
He picks up speed, moving in and out, and my hips lift to meet each of his thrusts flawlessly. It’s as if we’ve never been apart. Our jagged breathing and the movements of our bodies are the only sounds present in his room.
His hands move to my bare breasts, pinching and teasing my sensitive nipples, leaving them hardened. “Oh, God…” I moan into his mouth, as his tantalizing touch and the feel of him inside me, send hot chills to run down my spine. Our movements are fervent and frantic, trying to get deeper and closer to each other with each thrust.
I feel the heat burning from my head to the tip of my toes, as my body begins to shudder and spiral, my orgasm consuming me. I know he’s close, too, as his muscles tighten under my hands. He moves a hand down to my clit and begins to rub it, continuing to bring my body in an uproar of sensations.
With one last thrust, my walls clench around him, losing all sense of control, and my orgasm takes over, devouring me whole and giving myself fully to this man. His body stiffens over me at the same time, and I know he’s reached his climax, releasing himself inside me.
After catching our breaths, Ethan eases out of me and says, “I fucking love you.” He kisses me again before lying next to me and pulling me into his side.
I turn over to face him, “I love you, too.” His arms tighten around me, and I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent—a combination of his cologne and sex—and his light stubble tickles my cheek.
We’re both silent for some time, losing track of the outside world and reconnecting with each other. Something I’m sure we both wish had happened sooner.
“Stay the night,” his voice breaks the silence, and I release my head from its comforting spot to look at him.
“I’d love to, but I work in the morning. I don’t have clothes, and I don’t think it wise to go to work in the same outfit as today.”
He looks over my head unsure before saying, “Actually, I still have some of your clothes.”
My head snaps up to look at him, confusion washing over me. “Don’t look at me that way. I had them in my old apartment and couldn’t get rid of them when I moved. Something in that pile should be okay for work.”
“Um, okay. Why didn’t you return them to Katie?”
“Oh yeah, because that would have gone well. ‘Hey Katie, you want Ava’s clothes? You know, your best friend, who I hurt so much she ran away. I’m sure you blame me for that, I do too, but here’s a reminder of her.’ Regardless, I didn’t want to get rid of them. It was all I had left of you.”
I hug him tightly and kiss him sweetly. “I’ll see what you have. If I see something appropriate for work, I’ll stay.” Getting up from bed, he goes into his closet and brings out a storage box with articles of clothing I had forgotten I even owned.
I’m baffled that he’s kept this for so many years. I sort through my belong
ings in search of something for work tomorrow. There are a few outfits and even a pair of underwear. I find a grey chiffon dress that will be perfect for work tomorrow. “This works. Even matches the shoes I wore today.”
“You mean those hot, fuck me heels?” Ethan is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me go through the clothes he had saved.
I cock an eyebrow, “Yes, those.”
“Good. Maybe I can fuck you in them again tomorrow.”
“Maybe.”
“Now can you come to bed?” He reaches for my arm and pulls me onto his lap, kissing my lovingly.
I take a look around his bedroom. It is sleek and modern, like the rest of the apartment. The same hardwood blankets the floor. The gray comforter and white sheets are tousled together on his king size bed after our heated affair.
His closet is on the right of his bed on a perpendicular wall, and two small bedside tables are on each side of the bed. I notice a photo of us in a black wooden frame on one of the bedside tables. I remember seeing this picture in his old apartment. We were out one night, and Katie took a photo of us. We’re smiling brightly at the camera, my arms wrapped around his midsection and his right arm loosely wrapped around my shoulders.
His gaze follows mine, and he smiles. “If I couldn’t get rid of your clothes, you thought I would’ve gotten rid of the picture?”
At this moment, I realize that no matter how far apart we were, or how badly he hurt me by leaving, I was always in his life somehow. He never fully let go. Needing to feel him near me, I stand up and move the box to the floor, draping the dress I’m going to wear tomorrow over the chair he has angled in a corner. I grab his hand and pull him to bed with me.
“I’ve dreamed about having you back in my arms for years. It almost feels unreal,” he confesses, tightening his arms around me until I’m pushed up against his body.
“Tell me about it.” It does feel like a dream. It feels like a million years ago we were in this exact position after making love, night after night. He kisses my temple before sighing in deeply. I tangle my legs with his and cuddle into his embrace, peace resurfacing within me. It has been so long since I have felt whole, with the only person who is capable of truly mending me.
Chapter 26
Ethan
I stay in bed watching Ava sleep, peace and the early morning sun washing over her, her blonde hair spread on my pillow. It feels amazing having her here, amazing making love to her again. I feel like there’s been a huge shift between us, and I’m happy we’ve talked everything out and I told her about the support group I went to while she was sick. I think it made her understand my side a bit better, although I saw a tinge of sadness at not trusting her with the information earlier.
Taking her all in and the feeling of having her next to me, I never want her to leave. I want to spend the rest of my mornings waking up to her beauty and serenity, and I want to go to bed each night with our bodies tangled after making love.
Just the memory of making love to her last night is making me hard—her body rocking against mine, her damp skin burning mine with unadulterated desire, being inside her, the way she tasted. It had been so long since we had made love, but it was just like riding a bike, it felt like no time had passed. She definitely didn’t feel out of practice. No, she moved with confidence, meeting each of my movements, teasing me and loving me easily.
She continues to sleep, oblivious to my observations, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath she takes. I really just want to wake her up and fuck. We have years of missed sex to make up for, but she looks so peaceful that I can’t get myself to disturb her.
Instead, I carefully get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to shower. We both need to get to work. It’s probably a better idea that I shower instead of having morning sex. Did I just think showering was better than morning sex with Ava?
I set the water temperature to warm and jump in the shower. The pressure of the stream hitting my face calms me a bit. I’ll just have to find a way to get Ava back here tonight, and tomorrow night, and then we’ll be off in Paris, spending every night together for a week.
I wash my hair, moving my hands as they shampoo it. I’m looking forward to Paris. This trip is long overdue. Once upon a time, she and I were supposed to explore Europe together, but shit got in the way of that. And Paris of all places. That’s her favorite city. I had big plans back then for that trip.
I suddenly hear the glass door of my shower open, as the water cascades down the back of my head washing away the shampoo, and see a very naked and tempting Ava step into the shower. Maybe I’ll get my morning sex after all.
“Good morning. You ran off on me.” She leans in to give me a chaste kiss, but I hear the playful teasing in her voice.
“You were sleeping so calmly, I didn’t want to disrupt you. Figured I’d jump in the shower before you, so you can shower after and not be late for work.”
“But don’t we save water by showering together?” Her voice grows husky and her nipples harden with each drop of water that splashes on her.
“That depends. What exactly do you have in mind while ‘showering’?” I grab her by the ass and pull her to me, my mouth invading hers in a desperate attempt to taste her again. My cock is hard against her, and she lets out a muffled moan as my tongue invades her mouth, reaching deeper into her to savor every inch.
Her arms wrap possessively around my neck, pulling me into her, biting my lower lip before breaking away from my mouth. “If we keep this up, we won’t be saving any water.” She smiles deviously before moving her body under the showerhead, allowing the water to flow down her body, pretending she’s going to shower.
I spin her around, placing her hands against the tile wall. I move my left hand down her curves to her pussy and my right hand turns her face to the side so my lips can devour her neck. “I don’t care about saving water right now,” I let out in a hoarse voice.
She responds again with a moan, and I know she’s enjoying this as much as I am. Her teasing just a way of enticing me even more, and she knows that. She arches her back so her perfect ass is pressed against my cock. I insert two fingers into her, and her moans grow louder.
“You know I love you, but right now I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” I cover her mouth with mine, my fingers easing in and out of her pussy with rapid speed and determination. As I feel her building and her walls starting to clench around my fingers, I slow down, tantalizing her.
Deliberately building her up and letting her fall back down, I intend to drive her crazy before fucking her. Her moans are muffled by my tongue in her mouth, and her body contracts to the attack my fingers are having in her. I know she’s close, but I want to savor her completely.
I turn her around again and crush her back against the tiles of my shower. My mouth lands on hers, desperation seeking an outlet. I’ve hoped we would be back at this place in time for years.
I hitch her leg up and around my waist, and I thrust into her forcefully. She releases a heavy moan as the back of her head hits the tiled wall, her eyes closing in the act. My lips kiss their way down to her nipples, taking one into my mouth, teasing her relentlessly before moving to the other one.
The steam of the water has fogged the glass enclosure of the shower and water splashes around us, cooling down our heated bodies. Her moans grow louder, and I continue to thrust into her quickly and fervently, connecting with her in this way. Her walls tighten around my cock, and I feel the familiar sensations building at the base of my spine and rushing up and down me until it reaches my cock. But just like last night, the physical pleasure is the same familiar feeling any man has, release approaching, but with Ava there is so much more to this.
I’m not just fucking her hard to leave her right after. I intend to finish our shower, love her, and then kiss her goodbye before she leaves for work. This isn’t a plain fuck, so although the physical sensations are the same, this intimacy is one I’ve never shared with anyone but her.
“I could wake up to this every day.” I bend my head to kiss her soft and swollen lips.
“It really is a great way to start the day.” She walks under the showerhead and allows the water to fall down her face, wetting her hair, and stream down her perfect body. I stare at her for a few minutes, her arms lifted so her hands can comb through her hair, leaving me a perfect view of her lean body. My cock lengthens at the sight of her. No time for round two right now, I’m just going to have to get her back here tonight.
“Are you just going to stare or take a shower?” She teases me with a knowing smile.
“Turn around,” I instruct her and grab the shampoo.
∞
“Is Dan going to propose?” Ava is sitting on the edge of my bed putting on her shoes. We finished showering, and she covered her body back up with the dress I had saved. She looks amazing in her natural beauty and genuine smile painted on her face.
Her question catches me off guard, though. “Um…”
“I knew it!” She jumps up before I can even formulate an excuse or response.
“Fuck! You can’t tell anyone. How did you know?”
“When Jess came over my apartment to see the pictures, she mentioned he was bombarding her with questions about going away for a weekend and what days she could take off. It was weird. I know Dan, and he usually just plans something and expects others to follow. He was over thinking it, and I had a feeling. He was also kinda tense at the party, not his usual outspoken, fun self.”
“You have to promise not to tell anyone. He’s going to flip when he finds out you know. He had a feeling you did at the party.”
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