27. Lily
27
LILY
I lay down in the back seat of his car and snickered as he climbed in over me. I wasn't typically this spontaneous or adventurous, but I'd been so desperate to have some alone time with Ethan all week that this was the only thing that made sense. I knew he couldn’t stay over. Mom and Dad were too old-fashioned. They'd flip out if they knew he was still here. And with Noah just coming home from the hospital, I couldn't stay at Ethan's house, either. This was our only shot.
"You're being frisky tonight," he growled as he pulled the door shut behind himself and grabbed me behind the knees, pulling me closer. I slid across the leather seat, giggling and reaching for him.
"It's been weeks. Shut up and kiss me." With my hands locked behind his head, I pulled him down and kissed him hard, tongues meeting and dancing together in a rhythm we'd come to know so well over the years. His hands slid under my shirt, up my back, and then around to cup my breasts. He moaned low in his throat as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down my jaw line and along my collar bone.
"I've missed this," he mumbled against my skin. His hand slid further south, tracing along the insides of my thighs and making me shiver. His fingers were like fire as they brushed against me through my jeans. I threw my head back and arched toward him, willing him to touch me more.
"Tell me this is real…” I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea that after all we’d been through, how I let him down and broke his heart, that he’d still want me.
“Yes, Lily, it’s real.” Ethan kissed me again, parting my lips to let his tongue trace along mine. I enjoyed him, relishing in the sensation of his hands smoothing across my skin. We were so in sync, nothing rushed, no moment too precious to savor.
“And you really love me and forgive me?” I asked as I spread my legs to allow him more room to settle closer to me. His weight pinned me against the leather, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“Lily, I’ve always loved you. I don’t know how to not love you.” Ethan looked into my eyes, and I saw the truth in his expression. His hands started to undo my jeans, and I pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his slacks. Any doubts I held evaporated with his words, and I felt emotion filling my chest.
My body warmed under his scorching touch, fingers tracing heat across my thighs as he slid my jeans and panties off. I tugged his shirt higher up around his chest so I could feel his skin beneath my palms and whimpered when he slipped a finger inside me.
“God, Lily, you’re so wet,” he groaned as his thumb started to rub my clit in time with his fingers moving inside me. My body arched off the seat, and I gasped as he slid a second finger into me, stretching me around him. Soon, he was pumping into me with an intensity that had me clawing at his back and moaning loudly, begging him for more.
“Shit, Ethan,” I hissed, and I pushed his shoulders down. I wanted so much more.
As he backed across the seat, I scooted back too, sitting up and leaning against the door. I pulled my top off and tossed my bra as Ethan’s mouth found my soaked valley. He kissed me there, lapping at my folds and swollen nub before sucking on it hard. Pleasure ripped through me.
“Ethan,” I moaned, grabbing his hair as he continued his ministrations. His tongue was like fire against my core, teasing and shamelessly licking every drop of my arousal from my thighs. I gasped as he slid his index finger inside me again, hooking it upward and hitting that sweet spot. My toes curled and my hips jerked against him. I was so close to losing control.
I panted his name again as his mouth moved back up to my breasts, his fingers still buried deep inside me. His palm cupped my core while he suckled a red mark onto my skin. Ethan was good at what he did. I could barely catch my breath.
“Ethan, I’m gonna—” I arched my back and bit down on my bottom lip as the orgasm crashed over me, my body tensing and then releasing under him. He continued to lick and suckle at my breasts until the pleasure subsided and I was panting with exhaustion. His hand rubbed and thrust into me, and my pussy dripped onto his palm, slicking him, and when he was done, he sat back and licked his fingers clean. “Holy shit,” I moaned, my chest heaving.
I heard his zipper slide down and then felt the car shake. When I opened my eyes, he was sitting on the seat with his pants around his ankles and his dick in hand, stroking. The look of hunger and emotion in his eyes drew me toward him. I rose up and knelt on the seat next to him, leaning with my hands on his shoulders as I lifted a leg and straddled him.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” I admitted, and he shrugged.
“I didn’t either, but we don’t need one.” He tapped his dick on my mound, and I paused for a second. We’d done this a few times, the fuck and pull out bit. It was messy and sometimes left both of us wanting more, but if I wanted him, it was all we could do without a sleeve to prevent pregnancy.
“If you can wait, I can go get dressed and run up to my room and sneak back out.” I kissed him as he grabbed one of my breasts and kneaded it, twisting a nipple. That always got me going.
“Lily,” he said so softly I knew he had more to say. I paused and looked him in the eye. “I want to put babies in you. Lots of them. I want us to be a family. I want to marry you, and I want you and Noah to move in with me.” His hand left my chest and cupped my cheek. “Please tell me you’ll marry me.”
Flooded with emotion, all I could do was nod at him. My eyes welled up, and I felt tears drip down my cheeks as I kissed him again and again. The slow pace of our lovemaking suddenly turned frantic as I rose up and he positioned himself at my entrance. I lowered my body inch by inch around his cock, and he filled me until it was almost so deep, it was painful.
“Yes,” I whimpered, and I started grinding my pussy against him. “Okay, yes…” The thought of having another baby with him thrilled me, but not as much as the rest of his words. I would marry him and be with him because it was all I had ever wanted. He was what I wanted.
"Tell me you'll marry me again," he growled, and I nodded my head.
"Yes, yes, I'll marry you, Ethan."
His thrusts became more fervent, harder and deeper as he continued to angle his cock so that he hit that spot inside me. I threw my head back and moaned louder this time, gripping his shirt. The leather of the seats squeaked in time with our movements, and the car rocked. The windows fogged too, obscuring the view of what we were doing to the world beyond the glass. Our bodies became one, the serpentine rhythm of love the only dance we knew.
"Ethan, I'm there!" I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me, and he felt so fucking good inside me, pumping in and out of me. The friction of his cock gliding through my moisture was exquisite too, so much better than when he wore a condom. I never wanted to use condoms again, and I never wanted any man but him again. I convulsed and spasmed, milking him dry, and he bit down on one of my nipples and grunted as he neared his own climax.
"Fuck, Lily, I'm gonna come," he groaned into my ear before his hips bucked against me harder, his thrusts slowing, and his seed spilled inside me. The warmth of his explosion filled me, and I shuddered around him. My lips found his again, and I never wanted to stop kissing him. The world no longer existed for anyone but us.
I draped myself over his chest and panted, and he wrapped his arms around me and pinned me against his flesh. His shirt had fallen, separating our skin, but just having him inside me and his arms around me was enough. I listened to his heavy breathing and tried to catch my breath.
"I mean it, Lily. I wasn't just saying that to push your buttons. I want you to marry me. I already spoke with your father. I just don't have a ring yet." Ethan kissed the top of my shoulder and then raked his teeth across my skin there.
I sat up and left my hands resting on his shoulder. I could feel his sex draining from my body, probably puddling around him on the seat, but he didn't seem to care. He was still hard, still pulsing inside me.
"I meant it too, Ethan. Yes, I want to marry you. I guess I just still don't believe this is true, like you have to pinch me or something so I know it's not a dream. I can't believe it." I smiled at him, and he pinched my ass hard. I winced and jumped up, and his cock slid from my body. "Ouch, hey. What was that!" I snickered, and he pushed me to the side where I collapsed on the seat next to him with a grin.
"You said pinch you," he joked, and he picked up my clothes and tossed them at me.
"Some proposal," I laughed and sighed happily. The rush of endorphins along with the week of very little sleep had me feeling drugged and yawning.
Ethan pulled his pants up and grimaced at me as he zipped up. "Gonna need a hot shower and the washing machine for these boxers."
"Ah, and probably a bigger house if you really did put more babies in me." I winked at him and sorted the clothing out to make sure I had the baby monitor turned up. The light glowed green, so I relaxed as I put on my panties and bra, then tugged my shirt over my head. I managed to get my jeans to my knees, but no higher in this cramped space.
Ethan opened the door and stood as a privacy barrier between me and the street as I shimmied them the rest of the way up before kissing him again. "That was exciting." I wrapped my arms around him and let him hold me in the same position leaning against the car as we had been in before I initiated sex.
"Yes, well I know you're a young whippersnapper, but this old man is kinda tired. I have to go home and sleep now."
I laughed at his corny joke and stepped back from him. "Good night, Ethan… Call me in the morning?"
He reached into the back seat and grabbed the baby monitor and handed it to me. "Wouldn’t miss it. How about I bring donuts and coffee around eight?"
"Just coffee. Can't eat donuts in front of Noah while he's on his liquid diet. He can only have a protein breakfast shake." I grimaced and took the monitor out of his hand.
"Then milkshakes it is!" His triumphant announcement came complete with a fist raised in the air, and I had to laugh again.
"Alright, Dad. You need to slow down. The boy just had surgery, so I think nutrition is a better idea. But once he's all recovered, we can spoil him however you want." I pecked him on the cheek and sighed happily.
"Lily," Ethan said, taking my hand.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think he's going to adjust to my being his dad?" The sincere question melted my heart. Ethan was going to be such an amazing father. I couldn't wait to see him in action.
"I think he's going to love you every bit as much as I do, and years from now, we'll look back and there will be no evidence of your missing any part of his life except distant memories." His expression softened at my words.
"Goodnight, Lily."
"Night," I whispered, then I made my way back inside. My heart was full and giddy from the interaction. I was so restless, too, that I didn’t want to lie down yet. I crept into Noah's room and turned the monitor off and sat in the rocking recliner in the corner near the night light to watch him sleeping.
Things were better than I ever hoped they'd be. Ethan and I were back on track, and Noah was on the road to recovery. It was like the heavens had opened and showered me in so much love and blessings, I couldn't even find the right place to start my thanks. I had a family, and it was whole again, and I couldn't be happier. Life really does have a way of working out, even when you least expect it.