by Molly Bryant
“I am so sorry, I have to go,” I looked toward Vanessa who was walking our way. My heart was now in my throat. Please, God, don't have let her seen us.
“You look pale. Are you okay?” Ethan reached out for my hand, I backed away farther. His brows furrowed, letting his hand drop to the grass with a huff.
“Yes, more than okay,” I smiled nervously, seeing that Vanessa was getting incredibly close.
“Then why-”
“776 Sixth Avenue, apartment C. Ten o'clock, ” I said quickly, then smiling at Vanessa who was now less than a foot away.
“Hey guys,” she smiled widely. “I don't want to interrupt anything, but we should probably get going, Maria,”
“Absolutely. It was nice to meet you, Ethan!” I smiled at him. He just stared at me like I was crazy. “Good luck with school,” I mentally slapped myself. My goodbye was enough to slap Ethan in the face with a simple 'thanks for playing with me'.
“Bye,” Vanessa said as we walked away.
“Later,” I looked behind me to see Ethan still sitting in the grass with his back to me. He was shaking his head back and forth. I am such an idiot.
“Your brother is a great guy. He is going to make someone very happy someday,” I said truthfully, just not myself.
“He is,” she put her arm around my shoulders. “I'm glad you got to meet him,”
And the coast was clear... phew!
After getting home and taking a shower, I threw on a pair of Pink sweats and a black tank top. I paced the living room like crazy. I glanced at the clock every fifteen minutes wondering, and hoping that Ethan remembered the address I bumped from my gums. I was also freaking out wondering if he remembers but never shows up because he now thinks I am some crazy bitch. I acted like a lunatic. I jumped at the sudden knock at the door. I glanced at the clock, it was only 9:30 and he wasn't supposed to show up until 10:00.
I anxiously padded my way to the door and waited five seconds before opening it to a smiling Ethan. I sighed a breath of relief. He stepped into my apartment, grabbing my face with his hands, kissing me fervidly as though his life depended on this kiss. I moaned against his lips. I was starving for his mouth on mine.
“Fuck, Maria. I have been thinking about you since you left my parents house,” he kissed me harder this time, his tongue sensually caressing mine, my core was throbbing and aching for him. “You are driving me crazy,” he breathed across my lips as his hands worked my tank top to my chest. I raised my arms letting him take it completely off, then he used one hand to unclasp my bra, it fell to the floor. He slowly pulled away looking down at my bare chest. He cupped his hands around them with a groan.
“Your hands, they feel nice,” I whispered, my eyes closed as the pads of his thumbs ran over my erect nipples.
“I have something that will make you feel nice, beautiful,” he wrapped his hands around my thighs, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he walked me to the couch. He gently sat me onto the microfiber cushions and knelt between my legs.
Ethan ran his hands over my breasts as he kissed the heated skin on my stomach. I was moaning and bucking my hips beneath him, wanting him so badly to touch me. I needed him to ease this aching, and need between my legs. Only he could take care of something so intense, it was something I couldn't fix on my own and definitely something that no other guy could fulfill. I had never felt this turned on in my entire life... without a doubt it was all Ethan.
He placed his palm on my lower stomach to calm my rolling hips. When I felt the heat and tingle from his hand, it nearly sent me into a frenzy. I was never one to beg, for anything... I damn near felt like crying from the need.
“Ethan,” I whispered. “Please, touch me, I want you,” I groaned.
“Where's the need?” he whispered against the skin of my stomach. His hot breath making my legs quiver.
“I need you,” I felt like I couldn't breathe, I was panting and bucking my hips beneath him.
He pulled my sweats and panties down passed my toes and tossed them aside. He placed his hands between my thighs, spreading my legs open wide. If my legs had let me, I would have opened them up wider. I heard him groan.
“Yes, you do,” he ran the tip of his nose in the crease of my thigh, over my waxed mound, then down the other side taking in my scent. His hands cupped my ass, he squeezed opening me up wider making me cry out of pure need.
“Taste me, Ethan,” I looked down at him with my brown eyes hooded. I was ready, ready to explode on his tongue.
“What do you want, beautiful?” he asked me softly, his breath blew across my entrance making me shiver. Everything about his touch made me tingle. His breath, his hands... soon, him.
“Put your tongue inside me, please,” I reached my hands down, touching my extremely swollen clit. One thing was for sure, I was never shy in bed. I will let him know what I want, and how it feels.
He picked my hips up, his hands never leaving my ass cheeks. He pressed his tongue into my entrance, in and out in steady rhythm. I moved my hand from myself to give him full access.
“Oh, God,” I cried out, gripping his messy blonde hair in my hands. I held him tightly to my core.
He set my hips back upon the cushions, placing his hands on my inner thighs. He traced the tip of his tongue up in between my wet folds, and flicked my clit twice. I watched him, his eyes on me and his tongue caressing me passionately as he inserted two fingers inside of me. I felt the impending bliss building in my core.
“You're almost there, beautiful. I can feel it, you're so tight. I fucking love it,” he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked as his fingers pumped my heat slowly.
“Make me cum, Ethan,” I growled. I couldn't take it anymore, it was the best torture of my life. It was a torture that I didn't want to end, but it was so intense that I wanted him to make it stop.
Still sucking on my clit, he pulled his fingers out slowly, rubbing my wetness down to my other entrance. The puckered place that most woman forbid anyone to touch. I didn't care where he touched me. No matter where Ethan touched me, everything felt good. He slowly entered the tips of his fingers into both entrances, his tongue flicking my nub.
“Ethan,” I groaned, his other hand was on the lower part of my belly, holding me in place as I wanted to keep moving beneath him from the intense pleasure he was creating for me.
“Are you ready to cum, beautiful?” he whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose over my clit, smelling me again.
“Do it,” I begged. “Please,” I wanted so badly to move my hips, shove his fingers in deeper.
I felt his lips smile against me knowing what his plan was all along. I was ready for whatever that miraculous plan of his was.
“As you wish,” at the same time his mouth went around my clit, he shoved both fingers all the way in both entrances. He knew exactly what he was doing, sending me over the edge.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God...” I cried out, my body was shaking. It sending me squirming beneath Ethan's touch, his arm held my hips down to the couch as his fingers pumped, and his tongue flicked me repeatedly making it that much more intense. If I could, I would crawl up couch.
“Mmm,” he pulled back from my clit with a smack from his lips, slowly pulling his fingers out of me. He placed the tip of his tongue deep inside of me, lapping every ounce of my heat. “So sweet,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my clit.
“Is it?” I raised a brow seductively, I stared into his glistening blue eyes. He smiled, leaning in kissing me passionately. I enjoyed my sweet taste. “I am sweet,” I whispered against his lips.
I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me so I could sit up. “I want to feel you,” I was excited inside at the thought of feeling his girth in my hands. I was sure he was huge as the bulge in his shorts were huge.
I unbuttoned his shorts, reaching my hand inside. I felt his boxer briefs were wet at the front, extremely wet from precum. I was stroking him with his wetness, he was pu
mping his hips against my hand.
“Do you want me to make it better, Ethan?” I lifted his shirt, trailing kisses across his stomach. He groaned, ripping his shirt off his head as he stood up unzipping his shorts, pulling them along with his briefs down to his ankles. He kicked them to the side. I looked at the nine inches of pure sexiness in front of me, in his hands as he put a condom on. My mouth was watering at the sight of his size. This man was perfect.
“Please.” his voice was deep, and sexy. He grabbed my hand pulling me to my feet. He wrapped his hands around my thighs. I jumped, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. He kissed me, effortlessly taking a few steps pushing my back against the wall by the front door. With one thrust of his hips forward, he was filling me completely.
“Oh, Ethan,” I whispered. His lips were trailing kisses at the crook of my neck, his hips bucking, and the tip of his cock was hitting my g-spot perfectly as though we were meant to do this... we fit together.
“Perfect,” he whispered against my collarbone as if he were reading my mind.
“Perfect,” I agreed with him before letting out a loud groan. I was close again. He pumped faster, and harder. I looked down between us, his eight pack flexed with every pump of his hips. A bead of his sweat ran down his pecks and fell where our bodies connected bringing my closer.
“So tight and wet. My, God,” he groaned.
“You like my tight pussy don't you, Ethan?” I whispered in his ear making him growl. I smiled. “Make me cum all over your big dick,” right then he shifted his hips and pumped faster caressing my tight walls just right at my words.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, God, Ethan!” I cried out, my body was shaking and my orgasm was lingering what seemed to be for a full two minutes.
“I'm not done with you yet, beautiful,” he kissed me, still pumping his hips hitting me just right. I could feel another orgasm building. That would be three in less than twenty minutes and he was still going. What a gift from God, Ethan is!
He slowly pulled out, staring into my eyes as he set me to my feet, I was gasping for air. He smirked at me, I am sure due to the disappointment written across my face from him putting me down. He kissed me before turning me around to face the couch.
“Bend over,” I did as he asked me to. I bent over, placing my right leg onto the back of the couch, resting my hands on the arm.
He wrapped his hand around me from my clit to my puckered hole that I had no idea I would enjoy being touched so much. I moaned.
“Perfect,” he whispered against the skin of my back. His lips lingered, placing gentle kisses. He is going to kill me... I moaned.
He placed his hands on my hips and I closed my eyes waiting for him to impale his beautiful nine inches inside of me. Instead he entered me slowly at first... shallow then deep, shallow then deep. He started to pick up speed, faster and harder. I could hear our bodies slapping with every second of contact they made. He ran two fingers on either side of his erection letting my heat wet his fingers. He groaned as he ran his slick fingers over my other entrance.
“Are you ready to cum again?” his voice was smooth as he was panting, pumping hard and fast.
“Please,” I groaned loudly. “Please, please, please,” I begged him knowing he had something he was planning that would send me over the edge for the third time.
He put his fingers back on either side of his hardness as it pumped in and out. He rubbed my clit with my heat, then brought his fingers back up to my other entrance. He quickly inserted his finger, and I screamed out of pure pleasure. My orgasm came with such a force that I couldn't control my cries.
“Ethan! Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes!” I growled, riding my orgasm. I felt his rhythm slow down, and his dick was throbbing fervidly inside of me.
I was about to buckle onto the couch when he spun me around and caught me in his arms. “Where is your room, beautiful?” he asked quietly, placing a kiss on my cheek as I was trying to catch my breath. I pressed my forehead against his sweaty chest.
I was so tired, he wore me out, literally. I pointed towards the stairs that led to my bedroom. He carried me up, laying me down upon the bed. I pulled the white down comforter and slid beneath it. He crawled in behind me and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I had never been so sexually satisfied before... or emotionally satisfied as I was right at this moment with Ethan next to me.
I woke up as Ethan's lips were trailing kisses down my neck, shoulders and back. I smiled, rolling over to see his sexy smile.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he touched my cheek with his fingertips, placing a quick kiss on my lips.
“Morning,” I stretched my arms out in front of me. I glanced at the alarm clock, I had two hours until I had to be at work.
“Did you sleep well?” he was staring at me, I could feel it.
“I did actually, better than most nights,” I chuckled. “Last night was fabulous,” I rolled over, placing my lips to his chest. Fabulous was an understatement. Ethan is perfect in every way. He is sweet, funny, abnormally gorgeous, and he is a God in bed. A total God!
“Yeah, it was,” he kissed my forehead. “Should I wear you out like that every night so you get good sleep?” he laughed, kissing my forehead again. His comment had to have been a joke. I felt my body tense up.
Every night? My heart was picking up speed, my palms were becoming sticky against his chest. I quickly turned over and sat up, draping the sheet over my bare chest. I turned around to look at him, he was laying there naked, open and vulnerable on my bed. He ran his fingertips down my back allowing that tingling feeling to travel down to my core. I felt a moan wanting to escape my lips, I cleared my throat and stood up.
“What is it?” he gave me a look of concern. “Did I say something wrong?” he was so sexy with his brows furrowed. I wanted to run my fingertip and smooth out the worried crease. This man in my bed was everything females could ever want. But, he was too much for me and wanted too much from me.
“Ethan,” I dropped my chin to my chest for a moment. “It's Vanessa. I freaked out yesterday when we were doing our, uh, thing because she warned me to stay away from you. You are off limits to me,”
He nodded. “So, that's what yesterday was all about. Gotcha'...” he laughed aloud. “Look, Maria, if this has to do with my sister I can talk to her you know,” he sat up.
“No, Ethan,” I sighed, closing my eyes as I shook my head. This was exactly why Vanessa told me to stay the hell away from her brother. Did I listen? Fuck no I didn't. Now, I am about to let the guy down just like she said I would. This is bad... so bad.
“Then what is it?” he stood from the bed, standing across the room naked in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at his perfect, tan body and his perfect penis... God, he has a perfect penis.
“Perfect penis,” I whispered on accident.
“Perfect, what?” Ethan laughed a hearty laugh making me snap out of it.
“What?” I gaped. “Oh, nothing... never mind,” Oh, God...
“Seriously, what is wrong, Maria?” he walked across the room, dropping the sheet from around me and wrapped me in his arms tightly. “I thought we had a connection yesterday and had one crazy fucking night. I'm confused,”
“I can't do this,” I couldn't do this... I can't date someone. I can't have a relationship... I can't! I cannot do it!
“I'm not following,” he let his hands fall to his sides. I almost wanted to grab his hands and put them back on me claiming that I didn't know what I was saying and for him to stay. But, I couldn't date the guy, I can't.
“I don't date, I don't do relationships...” I shook my head as I fidgeted with my hands. “I'm sorry. Last night was-”
“No,” he shook his head. “I don't believe that. I felt-” he paused for a moment. “I know what I felt and I am sure you felt it too, I saw it in your eyes, Maria.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I'm sorry, but I have to get ready for work,”
“Seriously? It's like that?” he huffed. “You
had fun and now I go home like your nothing and last night meant nothing to either of us at all. It's just another notch in the bedpost,”
“Well, yeah...” I was mentally strangling myself with my bed sheet. I was being such a bitch... he is perfect and charming. He doesn't deserve this from me, at all.
“I have no idea what happened, but I know that you are not the person I wanted to spend time with yesterday or last night...” he stormed toward the door. “Now I know why my sister said I was off limits. She has standards,”
I didn't say anything, I just closed my eyes and remembered his gorgeous face and sexy body that was just standing in front of me, because that was the last time I would ever see him again. I would make sure of it. When I heard him slam my front door shut, I fell to the floor with a sob, and yes... for the first time in my life, I felt it too.