Chapter 22 #2
“Please,” my voice a small whimper as I saw in my reflection how dizzy I was with lust, my face flushed. “Ethan, I need you right now.”
Ethan raised his head and held my waist, lifting me and lowering me on him. “Watch me take you, Bella. Look in the mirror and see how beautiful we look together . . . as one.”
As I saw myself enveloping him in one slow thrust, my walls aching and pulsing at his girth, I lost all the control I had.
We both groaned at the feeling and the sight.
It was beautiful and erotic. Especially Ethan.
He was naked and holding me, a small scrunch in his dark eyebrows and a slight blush on his cheeks when he was inside me.
His pupils dilated as he watched us. His clenched jaw made him look much sharper when he licked his full lips.
My God. He is art.
“Wait,” I breathed out before he could raise me and thrust inside me. “Let me have a look.”
“Look?”
“I want to remember this so I can paint us.”
He chuckled, and a small rumble of vibration rolled down my spine to my core.
I clenched him, biting my lip. As much as I liked how joined we were, my main focus was Ethan and how he looked in that moment.
I wanted to run my hand through his dark locks and draw them.
His eyes were two diamonds of galaxies that I could never forget and never wished to.
They were different, unique, and made my heart and pussy pulse faster.
Especially when he looked at me like that.
As if I was worth looking at. As if I was everything he had wished for.
It made me cry, and I blinked when my eyes became blurry.
Ethan noticed the tear and wiped it, making me look at him.
His lips were soft when they brushed against mine.
He kissed me, his tongue licking my bottom lip, and I opened up for him, moving back and forth.
His growl was the fuel to my lust as I pulled away only to move up and sink on him.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan groaned, my eyes on his face when I rode him. “You look like heaven, Bella.”
His words and his intense gaze did nothing but turn me on.
Our groans echoed in the room, the scent of our arousal and sex hovering over us in a heavy blanket.
Ethan’s hands were on my breasts, rolling my nipples and flicking the clitoris as I rode myself on him.
He took the lead when my head fell back on his shoulder, my eyes closing and my mouth panting and heaving with breathy moans each time he slammed inside me from behind.
His hold tightened on my waist when our breathing increased. I was about to say something to him when I felt an itch on my nose and I sneezed.
Loudly.
We both paused for completely different reasons. My eyes widened with embarrassment, but then I felt the warm sensation under me, and I looked in the mirror. Ethan’s face was clenched and surprised as he came, holding me close.
“Did you . . . did you just orgasm?”
His face reddened. “Sorry, your sneeze took me off guard . . .” Ethan lowered his hand on my clit, and I jumped when I felt my abdomen clenching. “You clenched me too hard when you sneezed.”
I raised my eyebrows at him when he lazily rubbed me. “I didn’t know that. How about now?” I fake coughed, and he froze, groaning when I stopped and he glared at me.
“Don’t do that, Bella,” his eyes lowered to my pussy, rubbing the swollen nub faster. I came when white-fiery lust burned in my lids, moaning his name and trembling in his arms.
When I tried to avert my eyes from the mirror, he made me look at the mirror as he held my hair and whispered, “No, watch yourself cum, Kiara. See how fucking beautiful you look right now.”
My hands tightened on his hands and I was so in a haze that I didn’t realize I was scratching my nails on his forearms. Gulping some air, I looked down on his arms and noticed the redness of what my nails had done against his tan skin and whispered, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
That looked like it hurt.
Ethan kissed my neck and rubbed my stomach and breasts in a way that I was ready for round two. “Don’t be. I will wear your marks proudly,” he smirked and licked the hickey on my neck.
I blushed and hugged him, turning around when he pulled himself out of me. “Thank you,” I whispered in the crook of his neck and relished in his scent, woodsy and spicy.
He rubbed my back and kissed my hair, pulling me closer, “Why are you thanking me, Bella?”
I grinned. “For taking care of me when I am sick.”
His eyes sparkled, and he looked fucking beautiful in post-coital bliss as he lowered me down on the bed, snuggling beside me. “Of course, I would, Kiara. I am your personal doctor bitch.”
A snort escaped my lips as I chuckled, hiding my face in his chest, and trailed my hand over his abs. “Yes, you are my personal bitch.”
Ethan grinned, kissing me on the lips. “Now, as your personal doctor bitch, I would recommend you go to sleep. Right now. You need to rest.”
I smiled, kissing him right above his heart. “Okay, mother hen.”
Ethan had to wake me up early as he had a match along with Liam.
I had asked to go with him and he had agreed, warning me that there would be reporters and paparazzi outside the main pool.
Nonetheless, I was there to cheer him on when he won the breaststroke match against his opponents, scoring first. He had improved since the school days.
There were a lot of fans wanting to take a picture with him when he changed into a black shirt and pants, his hair damp from the shower.
“Do you like kimchi?” He asked, serving me some more with his chopsticks.
I nodded, flashing him a small smile.
We were at one of his favorite restaurants, sitting on the upper level for lunch with his teammates and their girlfriends or wives.
One of them was already pregnant and Ethan had squeezed my hand while introducing me to her.
I ate my food, watching how happy all of them were, joking and drinking saké. Soda for me.
“Ethan, is that you?”
I peered up to see a stunning dark-skinned woman, her curvaceous body wrapped in a silky blue dress that hugged her wide hips, ending on her knees. I swallowed the lump in my throat when she smiled at him, her skin glowing, her sharp features contrasting against her warm smile. She was gorgeous.
Ethan stood up, his chair creaking. “Aretta, it’s been a while,” he said with a small smile and to my surprise embraced her in a hug.
I looked away, sipping some water, knowing that my appetite had vanished. I clenched my hands in a fist on my lap, not liking this feeling of being jealous of someone. He just hugged her. Of course, it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like I had the right to be jealous, anyway.
“How have you been?” Liam asked cheerfully.
Oh great. Even he knew her.
“This is Kiara, my girlfriend,” Ethan introduced me to her, his hand squeezing my shoulder as warm flutters ignited in my belly.
We had decided that it was better to let our friends and family know that we are boyfriend and girlfriend rather than drop the bomb that I was pregnant. So, I was used to it by now, but he had never said it out loud, so it felt new to me. Me, Kiara Sharma, the girlfriend of Ethan Kane.
“Hello,” I greeted her with a smile, unsure how to react as I had never been this jealous of someone.
Aretta was looking at Ethan, a small frown etched between her brows, while Ethan gazed down at me with a warm smile.
“Girlfriend?” she asked in disbelief, her date checking the time on his watch, his hand planted firmly on her hip, trying to intimidate Ethan who had an inch over him.
Ethan gave her a look that made her eyes avert to me. “Yes. Kiara has been my best friend ever since I remember. We are dating,” he said with a firm voice.
I held his hand on my shoulder when she raked her dark brown eyes over me, clearly judging me. I was wearing high-waisted jeans and a white flimsy blouse with a sweetheart neckline and lace details, but she made me look like I was no way equal to the man standing beside me.
“It’s nice meeting you, Aretta,” I said sincerely, wanting to know her better if she was his friend.
She looked at our hands and smiled at me. “You too, Kiara.” Turning to Ethan, she said, “It was nice seeing you here, Ethan. And Liam. I will be leaving. Take care of yourself.”
Aretta left, holding her clutch tightly.
Ethan sat beside me, and the conversations started as before with little tension hovering between me and Ethan.
I tried to pretend that seeing Aretta didn’t affect me, but Ethan knew it had.
He kept our talk to minimal until we were alone in his car as he drove.
“You can ask me about her, Kiara,” he said when the silence between us grew.
Pursing my lips, I turned to him, watching the night lights dance across his handsome face. “I don’t know what to ask. Is she your ex-girlfriend? She looked torn when you mentioned I am your girlfriend.”
His knuckles turned white when his grip on the wheel tightened. “No, not my ex-girlfriend. I used to sleep with her.”
“Oh.”
Warmth surged in my body when Ethan entwined our hands on my lap. “I ended it before the gala because she had feelings for me. I couldn’t give her what she wanted.”
“But she’s beautiful.”
He smiled, “She is, but not more than you.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, making me look away from his different colored eyes.
“Aretta enjoyed being controlled in the bed and as you already know my kinks, we both agreed to sleep with each other. But it was a mutual decision when we ended things, because she knew she would get hurt if she kept wanting more from me.”
Ethan explained, his thumb making patterns on my knuckles. I lifted our adjoined hands and pressed a soft kiss on his knuckles. “You didn’t have to tell me anything, E, I trust you.”
“I know, but if you are going to have my baby, I wanted to make sure nothing makes you doubt me regarding my past.”
“I don’t doubt you, Ethan.” I cleared my throat and said, “But can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, Bella.”
“The things you did . . . I mean, with Aretta were the same—”
“No. I know what you’re trying to ask, but no, Kiara.” He squeezed my hand, “She liked more pain while I liked to delve in light bondage and BDSM. I find myself suited well with your needs and limits than I have ever been with anyone else. Can I ask why did you ask me that question?”
“I wanted to know if I was enough to please you.”
The car came to a screeching halt, and my breath hitched in my throat.
Ethan’s hands held my face, his piercing eyes pinned on me. “You are more than enough, Bella. I am very lucky to have you and I wish I could show you just how much in the backseat, but we will have to wait till we get back home.”
My eyes widened when he planted a firm kiss on my lips before leaning back and starting the car, driving us back home. His words echoed in my mind, my heart beating faster.
More than enough, Bella. Very lucky to have you.
I wished I had enough courage to confess the same, but decided I would rather show it through my body.