“Yup, pretty sweet,” she said, deliberately wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Ethan chuckled wickedly.
“Oh, 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 30
ETHAN
Traffic was light on the way home. They rode in comfortable silence, enjoying the warm breeze through the open windo
ws. 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 have 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.”
She inhaled deeply and then released her breath slowly.
“Meeting you made me realize that I’m ready to live my life, to put myself out there. I’ve been holding myself back and I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t know how it happened Ethan, but you gave me the courage to be myself,” she said quietly.
Ethan looked at her and thought he saw her wipe away tears. He reached down and took her hand in his. She took in a few shallow breaths.
“So, thank you for that,” she said.
He was quiet for a minute, processing what she said. Finally, he let out a soft chuckle. Reagan looked at him curiously.
“What is it?” she asked.
He glanced her way and grinned.
“Reagan, I could say the exact same thing about myself,” he said.
“Really?”
He nodded. “Yes, really.”
Reagan slowly nodded her head. He knew she understood. After a few minutes of quiet, he spoke.
“What will you do instead?”
She looked his way. “You mean for work?”
He nodded.
“I’m not sure yet.”
They grew quiet again, both of them deep in thought. Ethan broke the silence.
“Reagan, describe to me an ideal scenario. Pretend that anything’s possible and the world is perfect. What does that look like for you? Not just for work, but all of it.”
Reagan smiled and her eyes softened.
“In a perfect world? I’d be living in a small town with a river flowing right through the middle of it. The kind of town where you know your neighbors and people get together for street parties and fund raisers and look out for each other’s kids. I would own the prettiest little flower shop in the heart of the village and close every day at five so that I could go home and spend time with my family.”
Ethan smiled.
“And you could bake those chocolate chip cookies,” he added.
“Right?” she said with a grin. “And I’d be President of the Universe and find the solution for world hunger and world peace. You know, since this is a perfect world.”
Ethan laughed.
“Ah, but in a perfect world there wouldn’t be hunger or war.”
“That’s true. Of course me and my man would still have the best sex life in the world,” she said, giggling.
“Of course,” Ethan said.
He glanced at her and watched her smile brighten, as if she just considered something else.
“Oh, and I would have a big, sprawling yard with room for Ragnar to run!”
“Who’s Ragnar?”
“He’s the most beautiful, crazy, loving, pain-in-the-ass mutt that ever lived. I walk him at the animal shelter where I volunteer.”
“Oh, which one?”
“The one on Foothill Road?” she said, wondering if he knew it.
He nodded thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I know the one. And Ragnar is one of the pets up for adoption?”
“Yes. He’s a bad boy, but I love him,” she said smiling.
Ethan smiled too.
“Why don’t you just adopt him?” he asked.
Reagan shook her head.
“I couldn’t do that to him. Not in my small condo. He wouldn’t be happy,” she said. “He deserves a family and a home where he can run free.”
A few minutes later Ethan pulled into Reagan’s parking lot. It was close to midnight.
“I’ll walk you up,” he said, turning off the ignition.
Reagan put her hand on his.
“No, I’ll be fine. You have to get home,” she said, “but I do appreciate the offer.”
Ethan grinned mischievously.
“Walking you to your apartment will give me a chance to give you a proper grope goodnight,” he said, not so gallantly.
Reagan laughed.
“While I’d usually welcome a proper grope, I know you have an early morning. Give me a kiss and I’ll give you a raincheck for the grope.”
Ethan smiled.
“Deal. But I’m going to collect on it soon,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.
CHAPTER 31
ETHAN
It was noon on Saturday. Ethan was careful to be at the restaurant right on time for Mia. He didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. Somehow she’d still managed to beat him though, and was sitting waiting for him when he arrived.
She’d chosen a table on the patio, which he wasn’t thrilled about. It was open to the street and it wasn’t uncommon for the paparazzi to hang around waiting for a celebrity sighting. He wondered if Mia had purposefully chosen the table for the exposure.
The hostess showed him to the table and Mia stood up as soon as she saw him, throwing herself into his arms when he was within reach. He gave her a friendly hug but couldn’t avoid her kiss. He gently pulled away.
“Good to see you, Mia,” he said, placing his hand on her chair, gesturing for her to sit down.
She sat, flipping her hair and smiling at him.
“Did you miss me?” she asked, flirtatiously.
Ethan gave her half a grin.
“You were only gone a week. We’ve gone longer than that without seeing each other,” he said with a weak chuckle.
She pouted. “I know, but I was in a whole other country!”
Ethan shook his head in mock disbelief and chuckled again.
“Well, welcome home,” he said, raising his water glass.
She raised hers as well and then clinked his.
Just then, their waiter came to the table.
“Welcome to the Ivy!” he said.
Ethan was pretty certain he recognized them. He handed them both a menu and told them about the lunch special.
“May I take your drink order?”
Ethan nodde
d and deferred to Mia. She shook her head.
“I’m not sure what I want yet. You order first, Ethan.”
“Okay. Can please I have the fresh apple and carrot juice?”
Mia looked up from behind her menu and gave him a surprised look.
“Certainly sir. and Ma’am?”
She wrinkled her nose and frowned.
“Ma’am? Sheesh. Why would you call me Ma’am? How old do you think I am?”
Ethan cringed. Mia looked at him.
“I’m sorry, I just hate being addressed that way. You understand,” she said, reaching out for Ethan’s hand.
He really didn’t understand but wasn’t about to correct her. The waiter shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable.
“My apologies. What can I bring you … miss?”
Mia smiled, pleased with herself.
“I guess I’ll have a juice too. The fresh berry frappé,” she said, setting down her menu.
The waiter nodded and walked away. Ethan browsed his menu while Mia complained about the flight the day before. She was pissed off because she was supposed to be seated in first class but no one had told her that she’d have to do her own check-in, and by the time she made it to the airport, all the first class seats had been assigned. She ended up sitting near the back of the plane in an aisle seat.
The worst part, she told him, was that there was an infant in the seat behind her who cried for the better part of the flight.
“Thankfully, they had a different connecting flight. Why do people feel the need to fly with babies? I just don’t get it,” she said.
Ethan shook his head, increasingly uncomfortable about the conversation he knew he had to have. The waiter came back with their drinks and set them down in front of each of them.
“Finally!” Mia said with a forced smile. “I’ll have the Cobb salad with lobster.”
The waiter nodded and took an iPad out from the pocket in his apron. He punched in her order.
“Is the house dressing okay, miss?”
Mia nodded.
“And for you, sir?” he asked.
Ethan gave him a warm smile.
“I’ll have the house salad and crab cakes. The house dressing is perfect.”
The waiter punched it in and told them it wouldn’t be too long. Ethan was grateful to hear that. He wanted to get through the meal before bringing up the subject of ending the affair.
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