He was just being a clown because of the question I'd asked about my birthday gift, but the way his body was moving was without a doubt the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. He didn't mouth all of the lyrics, but he did some, and when he did, it made me get giggly again since he really did have the money to back up the words of the song.
His expression was totally serious and gangsta, but he was cutting up. That's what Ethan did best. Funny how, even though he was just being crazy, the way his body moved to the music made me want to rip his clothes off and take him right there on the couch. Maybe he could sense my attraction because he began to unbutton his vest, and then his shirt. I would normally be mortified by the cheesiness of a strip tease, but Ethan Erickson was sexy enough to pull it off. I felt a slow burn beginning in my lower torso. The sensation made me wish I could meet his hips with my own. It took some major discipline to force myself to sit still instead of doing something crazy like reaching out for him and pulling him down on top of me like I wanted to. By the time the song was almost over, his pants were the only article of clothing he had on. His body was so cut I could clearly make out each muscle as he rolled and flexed to the music. He moved like he was sliding on glass, effortlessly in perfect time with the music. Before I knew it he was standing right in front of me. He rolled his abs, thrusting his hips to every other beat. He was smiling and confident and oh-so-gorgeous, and by that point, I had become less giggly and more breathless.
The song faded out and he leaned over to kiss me on the top of the head. "I'm jumping in the shower," he said. He stood with a posture that told me he was planning on walking out of the room. "And, next time, I get the private dance." He was still casually smiling like what I'd just witnessed was no big deal, but that little display had left me aching for him. I was reasonably sure I wouldn't be able to rest until I had Ethan inside me.
"You can't just show me all that and then leave for a shower," I said.
Chapter 14
Ethan
I gave Emily a private dance as an answer to her question about the birthday present. I was just sort of messing around since I really didn't run around spending money like crazy. Five million is a lot of money, but it would go quickly if I passed it out like the song suggested. I didn't really know what I was going to do when I plugged the song into the stereo system. The whole dancing thing just sort of happened. I started, and she didn't stop me, so I continued. The whole time I danced, she alternated between giggling shyly and watching me wide-eyed. When I finished, I thought I'd go take a shower. I kissed her on the head and told her I'd be back in a minute.
"You can't just show me all that and then leave for a shower," Emily said.
I didn’t know what to make of the statement. It sounded like she wanted to mess around, but that was unlikely since kissing with tongue was pushing the limits with this girl. I braced myself on the back of the couch and leaned in for another kiss to the head. I breathed in the smell of citrus and something else I couldn't identify. She'd just gotten out of the shower, and she smelled and looked so clean, it was hard to keep my hands off of her.
"What else did you have in mind?" I asked. If only she would say "Sex, sex, and more sex," I thought. But the chances of that happening were next to zero.
"Didn't that song just say you want my body, you need my body? Or were you just mouthing those lyrics to be cute?" She took an irregular breath, at the thought of this conversation actually leading to something.
"Don't be mistaken, there's nothing cute about my intentions," I said. My arms were still braced on the back of the couch, and I was hovering over her.
She looked up at me through her lashes and gave me a shy smile. Then she hesitantly grabbed me by the front of my pants (the only article of clothing I had on) and gave a little tug toward her. As quickly as her hand was there, it was gone again. The gentle, almost reluctant tug was enough of an invitation for me. I had no clue how far she was willing to go, but I certainly wanted to find out. I leaned down to kiss her again, only this time I kissed her mouth instead of her head.
"Can we go to the bedroom?" she asked. "I don’t think I'll be able to concentrate with Sal staring at me like that." She glanced over my shoulder, and I followed her gaze, seeing Sal's big head… open-mouthed smile and all. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but she'd never said anything like bedroom and concentrate in the same sentence before. She squealed when I scooped her into my arms and started off in the direction of her bedroom. Sal tried to follow us, but I kicked the door closed before he could get inside.
Emily's bed was unmade, the sheets and blanket all gathered in a messy ball near the foot. I tossed her into the center of it, and she let out another squeal along with a little laughter. Her hair was still pulled back from when she'd taken a shower. She was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. She was wearing a ripped up t-shirt that revealed her whole mid section. If it weren't for the little tube top underneath, she would have been fully exposed. Her shorts were similar to the ones she'd been wearing at the game… tight little boy shorts, only this time in blue. I knelt on the bed beside her and reached down to pull the loose fitting t-shirt over her head. I felt her body tense, and I stopped in my tracks.
"Relax," I said. "I'm just getting this thing out of the way. Besides, it's only fair." I looked down at my own bare torso and then back at her. She bit her bottom lip as I pulled the shirt over her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. She was sitting crossed legged in the center of her bed wearing tasty little boy shorts and a flesh-toned scrap of stretchy material covering her tits. She looked beautiful in spite of her obvious nerves. Or maybe it was because of the nerves. Either way, it was all I could do to take things slow. I decided to stick with something she was comfortable with.
"I'm going to kiss you now," I said. I was on my knees near the side of the bed, and I went down onto my hands, crawling toward her until our faces were almost touching.
"I want you to," she said, a little breathless.
I put my mouth onto hers with the gentlest pressure I could manage. She opened her mouth to me immediately, which surprised me, since she'd never moved that quickly before. I used my tongue to tease at her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth. She welcomed the intrusion with a moan as she sucked gently. Her hand came out of her lap and took hold of the back of my head, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. Now it was my turn to moan. I continued to crawl toward her, forcing her to lie back on the bed. She removed her hand from the back of my head in order to use her elbows to brace herself from lying fully on her back. I broke the kiss.
"Lay down," I said. "I won't hurt you." She stretched her arms out, laying flat on her back underneath me. I lowered, and placed an easy kiss on her chest, near the base of her neck. I continued in that manner, placing feather light kisses up her neck to her jawline. I pushed away from her slightly and looked into her eyes. "I'm going to kiss you a lot right now… in places I've never kissed you before." I heard her start to say something that sounded like it might be a protest, but I cut her off. "I'm not going to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with," I assured her. "If you want me to stop, you just have to say so." She took a shaky breath and I felt her body go from tense to relaxed.
"Ethan?" she said. Her voice was so soft and sweet. I loved the sound of my name on her lips.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I want you to make love to me."
For the love of God, did she just say what I think she said?
I wanted to pounce on that little opportunity before she could even think about what she'd just said. I was so hard at that point; I could've pushed myself into her with no hesitation whatsoever. God knows that's what I wanted to do. Obviously that wouldn’t have been a good choice.
"Em, I want to do that. I want it more than you know. But I don't want you to have any regrets."
"Why are you worried about my regrets?" she asked. "Is this because you don't want a serious relationship? Because I know that already. I'm okay with keeping it casual. At l
east on that level."
"And you think you're ready for more than casual on other levels?"
"Yeah, I think I am." Her voice was a mere whisper. I couldn't figure out if it was reluctance or seduction. Her eyes roamed from my face down my chest. She gently took hold of the front of my pants and began to unbutton the fly.
"Emily, are you sure you want—"
"Yes," she said. There was no hesitation at all.
I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. I wasn't about to beg her to put a stop to what was happening. I wanted her too badly for that. One chance to change her mind was enough for me to keep a clear conscious about it. Again, I placed light kisses all over her neck and chest. She was lying still, but her chest rose and fell with every breath. I pulled at the thin piece of elastic that was wrapped around her tits, exposing the rose colored nipples. She stiffened under me, and took a gasping breath.
"It's okay," I said. "I want to look at you. You're beautiful Em. Please just let me look at you." I felt her breathe a little easier, and I started kissing her again, making my way from her neck to her chest. The closer I got to putting my mouth on her nipple, the more she began to hold her breath. I gently put my mouth down on her hardened nipple, and she gasped in shock, looking down at me as if I'd flipped my lid.
"What are you doing?" She asked. She pulled the tube top back into place.
"Aw, don't do that," I said. I grabbed the bottom edge of it and pulled it down to expose her again. "I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I thought it would feel good."
"You were doing that for me? Is that something other girls like?"
"Well, don't get me wrong. I was getting some enjoyment from it too… but yes, that's something most girls like. You told me you had sex before. I just thought you'd have—"
"I have had sex before, but that has nothing to do with my boobs. Unless we did it all wrong, which I doubt because he had some experience before me."
"God, Emily. I don’t want to hear about what you did with some other guy… but from what you're saying, it sounds like he was not only small, but inconsiderate too."
"What do you mean inconsiderate?"
"I mean a little bit of kissing in places like that can be really fun for a girl. It makes me feel good to make you feel good."
"And it's supposed to feel good for you to kiss me right there?" She touched her own nipple through the soft elastic with the tips of her delicate fingers.
"Yes. I think if you'd relax, you'll see what I'm talking about." She smiled, which I took as the go-ahead. In a quick, but gentle motion, I pulled her bra down again and I put my mouth around her nipple, gently sucking and licking at it. I used my teeth a little, but I was really cautious. I didn't want to scare her. She gasped again, but this time with pleasure. Her chest heaved upward forcing me to take more of her into my mouth. I sucked her a little harder, while still being careful to keep it as gentle as I could. She took me by the back of the head and pulled me against her. I sucked a little harder still. She moaned and thrust her hips upward to meet mine.
I couldn't take it any longer. There was way too much fabric between us. I got off the bed in order to get my pants off. "Take off your clothes," I said. "And don't worry, I'm not trying to get this over with, I just want to get the clothes out of the way." She started to shimmy out of the tiny bit of clothing that remained on her body as my pants fell to the floor.
"Oh, my God Ethan. That thing is huge," she said. I laughed. I wasn't all that surprised about her shock. Not that I was massive or anything, but I had a hunch from previous conversations that the other guy she'd been with was really small. "Is that thing supposed to fit inside me?"
I laughed again, but not long or loud enough to make her feel bad. "Don't worry, we'll go slow. Just trust me," I said. "You should know you can trust me by now. Haven't I been right so far?"
"I guess so, but I can't see how—"
"Trust me," I said.
I explored Emily's beautiful body with my mouth and hands for a good, long while before I started rubbing my erection against her inner thigh. I could tell she was ready for me by the way her body lifted and flexed underneath me.
"Please, Ethan."
I paused only to pull a condom out of my wallet and put it on. I was back on top of her before she even knew I was gone. I gripped my cock in my hand and nudged the tip of it against her warm, wet opening. I had to work hard to resist the urge to thrust into her in one movement. I gently guided my tip into her slit. She sucked in a breath, and I was barely even past the entrance.
"Are you in?"
"No."
"I want you to go ahead."
"Em, There's a lot more. I'm gonna have to go slow." I did not want to go slow. Going slow was the very last thing I wanted to do.
"I know it might hurt," she said. "I don't care. I want you, Ethan. Please. I want you inside me."
That was the last straw. It was my name. She'd said the word Ethan a couple times in the last few seconds, and the sound of it on her gorgeous lips was too much for me to handle. I pushed about halfway inside her, and the sound she let out was a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Is that all?" she asked, her voice was trembling. I answered with one final push. And, for the love of God, this girl was so tight, I could've just come right that second. For the love of God, don't come Ethan. Hold still. Think of something else. She whimpered, giving me something to focus my attention on besides how hot and tight she was around me.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I was completely inside her, but as still as I could be.
"I think so," she whispered. "I think it'll feel okay once I get used to it." I felt her pulse around me, and again, I had to look for a distraction to keeping me from giving in to the urge to give her a full-on pounding. She slowly began to move her hips against me, experimenting with what it felt like to rub her clit against me. I grabbed her by the backside, and thrust into her, filling her.
Our bodies eventually found a rhythm that had me wanting release. Emily wanted it too because after a few more pumps, I heard, "Oh God Ethan. Sooomething's happening to me. Oohhh, Eeethaan, Oh, God. What's haaaappening?" She pulsed and writhed under me for a long minute, before opening her eyes to look at me. She seemed a little shy. "I have never felt anything like that," she whispered. "That was amazing. Did that same thing just happen to you?"
"I'm not quite where you are yet, but I feel really good being inside you."
"Can you feel what I just felt? Is that what happens when the stuff…"
I nodded.
"I want you to feel like I do," she said. "What can I do to make you feel like this?"
"All I wanted was to make sure you came first," I said. Then I began the push-pull that, after only a few minutes, ended with me emptying every ounce of myself inside her. I was buried so deep inside her, feeling so good that I reached down hastily to make sure I'd put a condom on.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, good," I said, feeling the condom in it's rightful place. "In fact, I'm great. I'm really glad we did that."
We stretched out next to each other for a while before either of us said a word. I broke the silence.
"I like more than casual," I said.
"I know," she said. "I can't believe it feels like that."
"You've never felt that before?" I figured the answer was no since she'd said "what's happening?" as she climaxed.
"No." She paused. "Does that happen every time?"
I smiled, even though I knew she couldn't see me with her head down. "It's supposed to," I said.
****
The next morning we woke up to someone knocking on the front door of the guesthouse. Emily and I had both fallen asleep with no clothes on, so we took a second to put something on. She moved faster than I did since it was her place. She'd left the bedroom by the time I was stepping into my boxer shorts. I was still on the far side of the living room when the door swung open revealing Gretchen on the other side. She caught sight of me from ove
r Emily's shoulder. A worried look instantly came over her face.
"Oh, I didn't know you had company," she said. She looked at Emily with an earnest expression and, in a near-whisper, she said, "There's someone here to see you. He's in the main house… says you'd want to know he's here. I think Joel recognized him as some football player."
I had made my way to the door by that point. I stood behind Emily, and Gretchen looked at me with regret. "I'm sorry, E. I had no idea you were here. There's somebody here to see Emily." Emily put her head in her hands, ducked under my arms and ran toward the bedroom. Sal followed her.
I stared at Gretchen, confused. "We'll be there in a minute," I assured her. I followed Emily and her dog to the bedroom so I could figure out what the hell was going on.
Chapter 15
Emily
I couldn't think of a single thing that could happen the day after I finally decided to have sex with another guy that would be worse than Jeremy Salyer knocking on my door. Is Jeremy Salyer really at my freaking house? He was the only person who fit the description, so I knew it had to be him. Ethan gave a little knock on my bathroom door, and opened it, figuring I owed him the decency. I hadn't even had the chance to sort through the myriad of emotions that were coursing through my body, but I opened the door anyway.
"Who's here?" he asked. I could see some disappointment somewhere in his expression. My heart lurched at the thought of whatever we'd just started to have together coming to an end. I knew if Jeremy was here to see me, he'd most likely be wanting to get back together… unless someone's hurt, or he's delivering bad news from home. I stiffened at the thought. I had to see Jeremy now. I was too curious not to. "His name's Jeremy Salyer. He's a—"
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