Ethan had been semi-hard for most of the day and now in the shower, his cock was throbbing and engorged, ready to cum at any moment. He contemplated jerking off, just to give himself a chance of lasting longer if he and Reagan did end up in bed together. As things were, he’d cum in her the second she opened her legs for him.
Before they’d parted ways to shower, she’d gotten him pretty hot. He knew she enjoyed bringing him to the very edge of madness and denying him gratification. If her goal was to keep him wanting more, it was working. He’d never wanted anyone or anything as much as he wanted Reagan’s delicious, wet pussy.
He could still taste her sweet mouth on his lips. As hot as he was, he enjoyed the teasing game she was playing and wanted to push himself. He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his hips. He made his way to the bed and flopped into it, then grabbed his cell phone.
He flipped through his emails, not really paying attention, just killing time. He knew he would have a busy day tomorrow, but this was worth it.
Just as he was about to put his phone down a text came in. It was from Mia.
Hola from Canada! Just checking in. Things are wrapping up. I’m flying home Friday night. Should be landing at around midnight, our time. I have a lay over in Chicago for two hours. Boo! Should I come over Saturday? I have something to share with you. <3
He read the message over a few times, trying to figure out how to reply. He knew he needed to talk to her, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. He didn’t want to upset her. What he did know was that he needed to meet her in a neutral location, not at his house. He’d have a better chance of breaking up with her amicably that way.
Hi there. Hope things went well. Can we meet for lunch on Saturday? The Ivy okay? Around noon?
He waited a few minutes for her reply, knowing there was a three hour time difference. That would make it a little after nine in the evening in Toronto. Not too late.
He put his phone down and got dressed for dinner. He wished he’d brought some nicer clothes with him. Instead, he threw on the white shorts and t-shirt from that morning. Then he brushed his teeth and ran his fingers through his hair. He borrowed some after shave from the vanity and splashed a little on his chin.
His phone chimed and he picked it up.
Hmm, I was hoping for something a little more private :( How about I bring over some take out? <3
Shit, that would be a no, he thought. He hated lying to her, but he didn’t want her to come to his place. It would give her the wrong idea.
No can do, girl. I’m working and was hoping to slip over from the studio on my lunch break. Can you make that work, please?
He was grateful that her response came back quickly. He didn’t want to keep Reagan waiting.
Boo! :( I guess I’ll meet you there. I miss you! <3
He let out a short sigh. He was happy she didn’t put up too much of a fuss. He wasn’t in the mood to manage her. He set his phone down with his other things and went out to meet Reagan.
She was already sitting on the deck.
She took his breath away. She looked so lovely, donned in a simple black sleeveless dress and strappy sandals, her wet hair wavy and loose around her shoulders. She looked sexy but comfortable. He liked that.
“Wow!” he said as he walked toward her.
She stood up and he pulled her into a kiss.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
Reagan smiled brightly at him.
“Well, thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself.”
He grinned.
“Women always think to bring a change of clothes. Men, not so much. Why is that?”
Reagan giggled.
“Probably because women see the big picture, while men tend to compartmentalize.”
“Or simplify,” he added with a grin.
She smirked at him.
“That too.”
He held out his hand to her.
“Shall we? I think our table’s ready.”
She followed him to the dining area. Her eyes lit up when she saw the set up. Ethan had requested candles and flowers and soft music playing in the background. Ethan smiled when he saw her reaction. Her response was perfect.
“Does this meet with your approval, Milady?”
She turned and put her arms around him, offering him a passionate kiss.
“I’m so grateful,” she whispered in his ear. “Thank you.”
She pulled away and he smiled down at her.
“You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure,” he said, pulling out her chair for her.
She sat down and he took the chair beside her so they could both look out at the lights on the Catalina shoreline. He took her hand.
“I’m not sure what I want more, the delicious food or you,” he said.
Reagan laughed.
“Hmm, tenderloin ... or my tender loins,” she teased.
Ethan grinned. He loved how quick her wit was.
“They do look pretty tasty,” he said.
She looked up at him with a sly smile.
“Hope you have a big appetite.”
He smirked.
“I’ve been saving up.”
She placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in for another kiss. He felt his cock respond instantly, growing erect in his lap and making a tent of his shorts. He would have taken her right there had Joe not approached the table.
“Good evening. How are you both feeling?”
He picked up the wine from the table and started to uncork it.
“We’re doing pretty great, Joe.”
“Good, good, can I pour the lady some wine?” he asked, looking at Reagan.
She nodded.
“Yes, the lady would love some wine,” she said cheerfully.
Joe filled her glass and then looked at Ethan.
“Just a little. I need to drive later.”
Joe poured him a small glass.
“Your appetizers are ready. The chef made scallops prepared three ways. The first is over a nest of zucchini noodles with olive oil and a hint of lime, the next one is served with candied artichoke, and the final scallop is served on a bed of spinach with a pea puree.”
“Sounds delicious. Bring it on!”
Reagan smiled as Joe stepped away.
Over the next few hours, the two of them shared a delicious meal while Ethan entertained Reagan with funny accounts of his experiences as an actor. He loved her uninhibited laughter, the way she didn’t hold back. It was refreshing. He found it sexy that she kept eye contact with him and then intently listened to him talk about his family. She was right there in the moment with him, completely connected.
Joe came out with two cups of coffee and a decadent dessert covered in whipped cream and set everything down in front of them.
“I hope you enjoyed your dinner. Will there be anything else?”
“Everything was perfect. Really. I think we’re good,” Ethan said, looking at Reagan.
She nodded in agreement.
“Great. The Captain will be raising anchor in about fifteen minutes and then we’ll head back to the marina.”
“Okay, thank you,” Ethan said.
He turned to look at Reagan who was smiling thoughtfully at him.
“What?” he asked, grinning.
“You’re just a really sweet guy, aren’t you?” she said.
Ethan shrugged.
“I don’t know. You tell me,” he said, scooping up some whipped cream with his finger.
He held it up to her and Reagan cradled his hand in hers as she brought his finger to her mouth. She sucked it slowly, swirling her tongue around it as though it were his cock. Ethan held his breath, enjoying the smoothness of her tongue as she licked the cream off him. She ended by giving the tip a playful bite. It sent a shiver straight to his cock.
“Yup, pretty sweet,” she said, deliberately wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Ethan chuckled wickedly.
“O
h, you naughty wench,” he teased.
She grinned back at him, her eyes glistening with arousal.
“Now, we’re going to fuck,” he said.
She looked at him before saying anything. She was quiet for so long Ethan started to second guess himself.
“Yes. You can fuck me soon,” she said quietly.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
“But tonight I want to do something else. Okay?”
He nodded, his curiosity aroused as much as his cock. She stood up and held out her hand.
“Come with me,” she said softly.
He grinned and took her hand following her to her room. She turned the lights down low and then turned to embrace him. He raised her chin with his hand and kissed her mouth, slowly and with deep intention.
“Undress for me,” she said breathlessly as she sat on the bed, her longing for him evident.
Ethan slipped his shirt over his head and then undid his shorts and took them off. He stood in front of her, his cock swelling.
“Now undress me,” she said, standing up.
He bent down and hooked his thumbs under the hem of her dress, raising it over her thighs and ass, his breath catching in his throat as he realized she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Oh god, Reagan,” he growled.
He pulled her dress up over her arms and slipped it off her completely, leaving her completely naked. He’d never wanted to fuck a woman as much as he wanted her right then. His cock twitched with desire, throbbing with each pulse of his heartbeat.
He was ready to devour her, to finally make her his. He wanted to fuck her so hard she begged him to stop. He wanted to pull her hair, bite her neck, and make her squirm in pleasure on that bed. He wanted to do all the things to her that a man could do to claim the woman he was falling in love with. He wanted her to know she was his, now and forever.
“I know you want to fuck me,” she said. “And I want that too. But tonight is about intimacy, not sex. No matter what happens, stay in control. Do you promise?”
Ethan said yes but shook his head no.
Reagan giggled.
“I’m serious. Promise me you won’t lose it. I swear this will all be worth it, Ethan.”
He had no idea where this was going, but he promised her. He gave her a gentle kiss, pulling her naked body closer to his own. She sighed and gently peeled herself away from him. She walked to the bed and pulled the comforter down, piling a few pillows together and then set her phone down beside the pillows.
“Come sit here, in the middle of the bed, and get comfortable.”
He raised his eyebrows but did as she requested. She followed close behind him and once he was settled in, she hoisted herself on his lap, tucking his cock flat under her and wrapping her legs around him. Ethan groaned as he felt the heat of her pussy against his throbbing cock. She moaned softly as she adjusted her body to fit closely against his, like a perfect tantric puzzle.
“Here is what’s going to happen,” she whispered, her eyes glued to his. “For the next ten minutes we’re going to sit in this position, our bodies tight together.”
He nodded at her, his breath short and shallow as his arousal intensified.
“We’re not allowed to communicate, except through gestures, and no kissing or touching one another, aside from hugging. Do you understand?”
Ethan nodded, but he wasn’t certain how he was going to get through ten minutes without cumming all over her. She seemed to read his mind.
“I promise you this will end well. Just do this for me, okay?”
“Of course, Reagan. Anything for you,” he said gently.
She reached down and picked up her phone, choosing some soft meditation music. She then set the timer for ten minutes.
“Ready?” she asked.
He nodded and she started the timer, then set her phone down beside them. She raised her arms and wrapped them loosely around his neck, her eyes searching his. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her in even closer, enjoying the friction as she slid against his erection. She grinned at him and shook her head.
He chuckled and shrugged.
Ethan had thought the time would go slowly, but it didn’t. Desire coursed through him as the heat of her flesh warmed his cock. He stared into her eyes and explored every bit of her face.The deeper he looked into her eyes, the more he uncovered her true essence, her energy, her soul.
They tried to make each other laugh with silly faces, and teased each other with light finger tip grazes and gentle pinches and scratches on each other’s arms and back. They challenged one another by closing in for kisses, and then pulling away at the last second, their faces so close they could feel the heat of their breath and the magnetic pull in the tiny gap between their lips.
He wouldn’t have believed it had he not experienced it himself, but it was a million times hotter than actually kissing. In those ten minutes he came to understand her intimately, to see her true beauty, appreciate her wicked humor and to respect her deep intelligence. He could see her past, present and future in her honest green eyes as if they were a crystal ball.
He’d read an anonymous quote once that went something like this. Making love isn’t just about naked bodies twisting in a moment of passion. It’s about naked souls entwined in honesty. Finally, he understood it.
The alarm bell chimed and Reagan crushed her lips against his, kissing him so passionately and with such hunger that he knew she couldn’t wait another second. She opened her lips and their tongues met in an intimate embrace. He could feel her wetness against his cock and his erection probed her moist folds, searching for an entrance.
She reached down and gripped his cock, gently stroking him. He gasped as pleasure surged through every inch of him.
She continued to kiss him, her hand rubbing and pumping his throbbing cock expertly. He knew she wanted him to cum. She wanted to feel the heat, the sticky wetness, of his orgasm. He locked onto her eyes and moaned loudly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His cock exploded in an ecstatic moment of pure bliss, his cum pouring out of him in an endless flow over her hand.
It was exquisite, and the orgasm he had in her hand was more excruciatingly powerful than any he’d ever had in his life. He grabbed her hair and pulled her into another kiss, riding the wave of pleasure. She slowed down her stroking, allowing his pleasure to ease into a warm pulsation.
He pulled back on her hair, forcing her head back, and kissed her neck wildly.
As his orgasm ended, he opened his eyes and took in a deep breath, gasping for air. She looked at him, staring right into his soul, and somehow her eyes seemed to be glowing with fire.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, collapsing back onto the bed.
Reagan chuckled and pulled her hand away. She was still in his lap, her hand covered in his cum. It had also spilled all over her clit, pussy and his groin. She eased herself off him.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” she teased.
He nodded slowly, still catching his breath.
“That was incredible, Reagan. The whole thing. It was sublime.”
She stretched her legs out beside him, sighing softly.
“Now, let me make you cum,” he said.
She shook her head.
“No. This was for you. Next time is for me,” she whispered.
“I want to,” he said, touching her breasts.
She inhaled deeply, enjoying his caress.
“Just lie with me,” she said. “Hold me.”
He did as she asked and she rolled into him, resting her head on his chest. They lay together quietly, listening to the peaceful hum of the motor as the boat headed for home.
Chapter Thirty
Ethan
Traffic was light on the way home. They rode in comfortable silence, enjoying the warm breeze through the open windows. The stillness allowed Ethan space to process his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how he would work things through, but he knew that he wanted Reagan in his life, if she would h
ave him.
He couldn’t explain why he felt so connected to her. As soon as he met her, it was as if everything in his life started making sense. He stole a glance at her and saw her looking back at him with a soft smile. He gave her hand a squeeze.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked her.
She gave him a little shrug and shook her head.
“Nothing. I just feel good,” she said. “Today was the best day of my life.”
Ethan looked at her, his mouth slightly open.
“Really, Reagan?”
She nodded.
He took in a deep breath and thought about that. If it was really true, they were in deeper than he’d realized. The thought filled him with joy.
“Me too,” he said, and he meant it.
Reagan raised her eyebrows.
“Really?” she said with surprise.
He nodded.
“I know I’ve had some pretty cool experiences, but today was perfect. Every part of it.”
Reagan smiled warmly at him.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
He looked her way and nodded.
“Please do.”
She was quiet for a moment, as if considering her words.
“I’ve been thinking about deleting my website.”
Ethan looked at her again, trying to read her face.
“What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.
She shrugged and looked away.
“I’ve been feeling reluctant about meeting new clients,” she admitted.
Ethan exhaled slowly, contemplating her words. He had to admit hearing that she felt that way made him feel a surge of desire, like he might actually be able to make her completely his.
“Oh yeah?” he said, trying not to sound too eager.
She smiled at him and continued.
“I kind of had an epiphany recently,” she said. “I think I’ve been using my work as a way to shield myself. You know? Hiding behind a persona has offered me anonymity, but I know now that I’ve been very lonely.”
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