by Cassie Maria
“Ethan, Ethan again!” He understands that I’m close again and tightens his grip on my throat while pumping faster to get me there.
“I know darlin’, damn you’re so tight. Have you let anyone else in my pussy?”
Damn he knows what that talk does to me.
“No,” I whisper.
“Come on darlin’, help me cum with you. Is it mine?”
“All yours.”
“For how long?”
“Forever!” I hoarsely scream while coming.
“Damn right,” he grunts coming after me. He continues to pump until I have one more small orgasm.
“I love you babe.”
“Love you too Mia.”
We get ourselves together before eventually separating and straightening our clothes. I watch as he throws the condom in the trash and am grateful he only tore a hole in my stockings. It would’ve been a pain removing my boots to take off ruined stockings. We walk hand in hand back to the car and at his place we snuggle in bed exhausted.
“We need to get a place that has a skylight so I can see the stars whenever we make love.”
“Are you asking me to move in wither you?”
“Maybe,” I mumble into his neck and promptly fall asleep.
****
The next morning I stare at his new tattoo on his left shoulder; he got it right after we got back together and I absolutely love it. It’s a tattoo of me sitting on the beach in a cami and long skirt. I’m playing a guitar with my eyes closed as the waves lap at my feet and the wind blows my hair and skirt. I have huge hoops in my ears and a huge smile on my face. I look peaceful and happy all at the same time.
I love it so much that I’m going to reward him with a blowjob for inking me on him. I slowly stroke his junk before running my tongue over the top of it. He doesn’t fully wake up, just tangles his fingers in my hair and guide me further down his junk. He finally opens his eyes when his junk hits the back of my throat.
“Damn Mia.”
I continue to take him further down my throat inch by inch. I gag a little as I deep throat him and it causes him to moan even louder. His grip on my hair gets tighter and I know he’s close.
“Yes baby take it, swallow every drop,” he commands as he continues to pump my head on his junk. His back arches off the bed as he pumps ounces down my throat. He falls back to the bed panting as I lazily suck him soft.
“Where did that come from?”
“It’s raining,” I say shrugging. He knows that rain always turns me on. In the past we had the wildest sex on rainy days.
“How about we try out the waterfall shower?” he suggests. I pretend to contemplate this before running to the bathroom and yelling “okay” over my shoulder.
With a shower like that we can have a rainy day everyday.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Getting It Right
Over the next few months we split our free time between hanging with the boys and movie nights with Ava and Steve. We do more things as a couple and it has brought us closer than ever. We decided to celebrate our second four-month anniversary with a quiet night of movies and popcorn at his house.
While he’s at work I fill his room with Vanilla Butter Cream candles and Ava helps me into my bustier. I model my pretty baby blue and black bustier with cheeky panties for her review.
“What do you think?” I ask nervously.
“I think he’s going to blow his load before he even touches you.”
“Well I hope not.”
I look at my watch and realize I only have twenty minutes before Ethan will be home. I rush Ava out the door and light all the candles. I throw on a t-shirt and leggings over my lingerie and start the popcorn. The microwave dings the same time I hear Ethan coming in.
“Hey babe,” I yell from the kitchen.
“Hi beautiful.”
I carry the popcorn to the living room and plop down on the sofa next to him.
“I missed you,” I say after kissing him.
“I missed you too.”
“So do you want to watch a movie first or exchange gifts first?”
“Gifts,” he replies as he pulls a piece of paper from under the couch cushion.
“How did you know I wouldn’t look there?”
“I knew you would, so I moved my hiding place everyday.”
“Very sneaky,” I tease as I unfold the paper. It’s a confirmation for a cruise in three weeks. “Babe I love it, thank you! I have to see if Kate will let me off.”
“I already worked it out with her.” I scream as I jump onto his lap. After a well deserved make out session I suggest we watch a movie in the bedroom.
Ethan slides the door to the bedroom open and freezes when he sees the room covered in candles. I gently push him into the room and ask him to sit on the bed.
I straightened and curled my hair earlier, so when I release my hair from the clip it bounces softly past my shoulders. I pick up the sound system remote from the bed and play Beyonce’s “Dance for You” and begin a strip tease.
I begin with my leggings and work my way up. Once my shirt is off I pull my hair over my right shoulder so he can get a glimpse of my newLove Never Fails tattoo with a small black butterfly under it.
It’s an impulsive tattoo but I want him to know how serious I am about us. I promised him that if he gave me another chance I’d go the distance. I’m not going to let him go again and my tattoo is proof of that.
I peek over my shoulder to see his reaction and am shocked to see him standing right behind me. I sigh as he runs his index finger over it slowly, as if in a trance.
“When did you get it?”
“Last week.”
“Is this why you’ve been coming to bed fully clothed?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you get it?”
“Because I found the right man.”
“What do you plan to do with him?”
“Keep him forever.”
“Forever? Do you want to be my wife?” His accented voice asks.
“More than anything.”
I then feel his lips tenderly kiss my tattoo and it feels like heaven. “You want to be with me forever?”
“Yes babe.”
“You want to have my babies?” he asks as he nuzzles my tattoo.
“Yes.”
“Will you love me forever?”
“Hell yeah,” is my breathless response.
Ethan trails his lips from my tattoo to the back of my neck. A shiver takes over my body and my head falls forward. OMG, I love when he kisses the back of my neck. His arms snake around to my breasts as he softly licks my neck. My hands cover his as he trails them down my belly. His hands stop at the top of my panties and his mouth grazes my ear. I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me if I wanted to.
“What’s the matter darlin’?”
“You know what I need.”
“Tell me,” he breathes as he licks my ear.
“Your fingers.”
“Where?”
He’s trying to kill me!
“In my cupcake.”
I hear his soft chuckle and smile as I remember how much he laughed the first time I told him what I call my vag.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get use to that name,” he says as he dips two fingers inside.
“If you marry me then you’ll have a lifetime to get use to it,” I moan.
“Very true.”
He slowly moves his fingers in and out working me up.
“Another?” I can’t speak so I nod and he adds another finger to the party. My back arches slightly and a light sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin.
“You’re already clenching my fingers. Are you ready to cum for me?”
Another nod and whimper.
“What got you so hot so quick? Is it my fingers in your pussy or knowing my dick is going to find your g-spot and be relentless?”
I can’t hold my flood back anymore; I end up spraying his hand and part of
the floor. He continues to finger me and quickly gets me heated up again. Just as I’m nearing another orgasm he removes his fingers and licks two of them clean. He holds the third one out to me and I suck it clean. I’m then dragged to the end of the bed and watch as he collapses backward onto it.
“Sit on my face darlin’.”
I quickly yank down my panties, crawl up his body on all fours, and squat so my cupcake lines up perfectly with his mouth. His hands palm my butt and pull me closer to his mouth. Ethan doesn’t lick me softly; he eats me like a starving man.
His slurping and sucking noises fill the room and the sounds push me into my orgasm. My hips buck as if I’m running from him so he tightens his hold on me and swallows my orgasm greedily. He continues to lap at me and it forces me to have a small orgasm.
When I come down from my orgasmic high he scoots us to the edge of the bed and pushes me to my knees. I take his cue and quickly place his junk in my mouth.
Tonight is not the night for slow and soft, so I take him straight to the back of my throat. I’m rewarded with his loud moan and his fingers in my hair.
As his junk tickles my tonsils he commands me to play with myself. As I stroke and finger my cupcake I moan around him. My moans turn him on and he moves my head faster.
The faster he moves my head, the faster my fingers stroke my cupcake, and the faster I stroke the more I moan. I feel him swell and know my tongue is about to be coated but he pulls my mouth off his junk and pushes my head to his balls. I take them in my mouth and suck while his free hand strokes his junk. I try to get closer, so I use both of my hands to push his legs further apart.
“I didn’t tell you to stop playing with yourself.” I hear as his grip on my hair tightens. “Hurry and build yourself up so we can cum together.” My fingers hurriedly push me to the brink. I feel my fingers getting wetter when he shoves my mouth back on his junk. “Now darlin’,” he commands and my cupcake obediently floods as he shoots jets of his hot seed down my throat. His loud moans of pleasure are getting me worked up again as I suck him soft.
Ethan continues to guide my head as I’m told to get him hard again. My slurping and sucking does the trick and I’m thrown onto the bed. I watch as he grabs a condom from the nightstand and puts it on before climbing on the bed with me. He pushes my legs apart and inches his junk in me. We’re both breathing hard as he long strokes me and plays with my clit.
“Ethan!”
“Tell me.”
“Cum!”
“When?”
“Now!”
“I want it loud Mia.”
And I do, I cum loud and happy.
Ethan is still pounding into me as he moves a pillow from behind my head to under my booty. Once he does, he hits my g-spot head on. It is a little painful but I know that when I cum it’ll be awesome. My whimpers let him know just how close I am.
“I want it wet Mia,” and with that command I spray him and the bed. He’s pounding into me like a mad man when he commands me to cum again; and I do.
I’m breathing so hard that I should be worried, but that doesn’t stop us. I’m rolled to my side and he settles behind me. He quickly pushes back inside of me and pumps hard. I shriek when he touches my sensitive clit.
“Make me cum Mia.”
“Go deeper babe.”
He does and I hear his appreciative groan.
“So tight.”
“Made just of you.”
“Your pussy feels great.”
“Then reward me for being your good girl.”
His harsh breathing is right against my ear and I can’t help but squirt him again. His strokes quicken and he holds me tight as his orgasm takes over him.
We both fall asleep with him still in me but a short while later he changes the sheets as I blow out the candles. We meet in the shower and quickly tumble into bed in exhaustion.
“Happy anniversary babe.”
“Happy anniversary Mia.”
****
Three Weeks Later…Wednesday Night
“Babe when are you going to pack?” I ask as I place another pair of folded jeans into my suitcase.
“All I have to do is throw in some shirts, pants, and underwear. I don’t think it will take all night.”
“What if you forget something like swimming trunks? I mean would you really want to miss me in this?”
Ethan’s eyes light up as he stares at the light blue bikini I’m holding before walking to the closet and yanking out his suitcase. I smile in triumph until I see that he’s just throwing his clothes in haphazardly. I immediately stop him and make him sit on the couch while I pack both of our bags.
“I like seeing you do your wifely duties,” he says while sipping his beer.
“If you wanted me to pack your stuff all you had to do was ask.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
I roll my eyes as I triple check our clothes and toiletries before closing the suitcases. I throw our tickets, confirmation numbers, money, passports, chargers, and e-readers in my hobo bag before sitting it by the front door.
“I put new toothbrushes and toothpaste in our luggage so you don’t have to worry about adding yours in the morning. Steve should be here around 7am so we need to get to bed.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ethan says as he salutes me.
In a few hours we will be swapping this cold weather for a warmer climate and I cannot wait. We’re going to spend all day Thursday exploring Miami and on Friday we’ll be getting on the ship to start our seven day cruise to the Caribbean.
I tug him off of the couch and drag him to the bedroom because the sooner we fall asleep the sooner morning will be here.
****
Friday morning
I can’t wait to get to the ship so I wake up a grumpy Ethan bright and early. We jump on the hotel’s earliest shuttle to the dock and I’m bouncing on my toes in excitement. Because we’re so early we fly through the lines and I anxiously wait to be granted access onto the ship.
I’ve never been on a cruise and I can tell that I’m getting on Ethan’s nerves with all of my questions. I don’t want to annoy him so I pull out our e-readers and hand one to him. I intertwine my arm with his and put my head on his shoulder as we settle in to read.
After thirty minutes of reading, our number is called for early boarding. I excitedly toss our stuff into my purse and pull Ethan to the escalator. I hand him his card that he’ll need to gain entry to the ship and excitedly kiss him.
At the top of the escalator we’re stopped to take a picture then shuffle through a maze of glass tunnels. After we step onto the deck I see a camera crew filming the passengers getting on and I’m happy that I wore my floor length summer dress with my hair in a braid out. I’m so busy watching the camera crew that Ethan has to nudge me through the door onto the boat.
Ethan leads us straight to the main desk to put money on our ship cards. The boat doesn’t allow you to use cash or a credit card on board. So in order to purchase things on board we have to attach a credit card or cash to the ship card we were given.
As we stand in line I take in the grand atrium (where we entered) with its glass elevators, bar, piano, dance floor, views of the ocean, and various floors that open to the atrium. When Ethan is finished we head outdoors.
“Why didn’t you attach a credit card to the ship card?”
“With a credit card they will allow you to keep chagrining to your account even if your credit card is maxed and you have to pay the remaining balance before you can leave the ship at the end of your trip. If you use cash they will only allow you to overspend by about $20. I’d rather spend what I have on there and add more money than go into dept because I didn’t keep a check on how many drinks I’ve been buying.”
“Such a wise man. You’ll make a great dad someday.”
“You think so?”
“I sure do. What do you want to do now?”
“First I’m taking you to eat one of the best burgers you’ll ever have
in your life, then a tour of the boat, and later I’ll show you our room.”
“Best burger of my life huh? That’s a tall order to fill.”
“Trust me,” he says as we stand in the small line to get a burger. Based on the size of the line I wasn’t too sure of how great the food would be but after one bite I made him stand in line to get me another one.
By the time we demolish our super tasty burgers and cheese fries the line for burgers is ridiculously long. If the burgers are any indication of the quality of food for the rest of the week, then I will need to use the gym on here daily.
After a tour of this amazingly large ship, Ethan takes me to our room. It’s a cute room with closets to the right, and a small bathroom with the loudest toilet EVER to the left. Walking straight ahead there’s a sofa and table to the left, a vanity with a mirror to the right, a mini fridge and TV to the right, and two twin beds pushed together to the left.
The best part of the room is the large window with a door that leads out to a private balcony. Ethan made me swear not to go online to view the ship so I’m pretty geeked about everything my eyes land on. I turn to him with wide eyes and a smile.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you darlin’.”
“How about we make out for a little while then go see if the candy store is open?”
“I wish we could but they’ll be doing a boat drill soon and we can’t miss it.”
“Boat drill?”
“Kind of like a fire drill for boats. It’s only in case of an emergency, but we have to go. Plus its fun to see all the people who are already wasted try to stand up straight.” Before I can respond an announcer comes over the loud speaker informing us that its time for the drill.
We opt to go early and have difficulty keeping our laughter quiet while watching the drunks struggling to keep their balance. After the drill we head up to an open deck and wave as we set sail. We stay on deck to enjoy the bon voyage party and drink. We then wander the ship as I eat candy from my candy store haul.