Chapter 41 I Love You #2
With eyes on mine, Ethan smoothed his hands down my curves to land on my hips, hooking both of his thumbs into the band of my shorts and my underwear. We watched each other in the dead quiet of the room as Ethan lowered them down my legs slowly.
Seconds later, they hit my feet and I stepped out of them both.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Ethan asked, his voice as deep as the look he was giving me. I shivered against his knuckles thoughtful caress up my thighs and over my hips, touching me as if I really was as beautiful as he said I was.
“Ethan,” I half gasped, half moaned as he dropped a kiss just below my navel.
The scruff of his beard scratched deliciously across my skin as he drew artwork over my stomach with his mouth, and I couldn’t help but squirm against him, trying to press my legs together to relieve the building pressure.
Around my waist, one of his hands disappeared. A complaint went to rise in my throat until that hand smoothed my inner thigh, a breath hitching in my throat and squashing my complaint.
“Ah, ah,” I moaned as delicate fingers stroked my most intimate part, running slick across my center.
Ethan made a sound in the deepest parts of his throat, one that sounded more like an animal’s growl than anything else. He cursed below his breath.
“I love how ready you are for me, Slim.”
All I could do was nod, not even sure if he was seeing it but not having enough sense at the moment to care.
My eyes slammed shut as his fingers felt along me, teasing and probing, but not once did he ever slip them inside.
He was taking his time just as he said he would and the longer he took, the more painful the ache in my core grew.
“Ethan,” I breathed. “I-I need you. I’ve never needed anyone this badly.
” And it was true. Never in any sexual encounter I’d ever had did I feel like I might literally die without being with that person.
My need to be one with Ethan had consumed me whole.
Ethan was my sole survival. He was my blood. He was my oxygen. He was my heart.
“Okay, Slim. Okay,” Ethan soothed, taking his hand from between my legs.
Ethan lowered my trembling body down to the bed with such tenderness in his touch, like he was laying down a masterpiece. He was gone from above me for only a few seconds before returning, a condom noticeable in his hand.
At seeing the condom, my desire propped me up on my elbows in excitement.
Ethan’s eyes were the brightest thing in the room as he stood before me, the only stitch of clothing left on his body being grey sweatpants with a prominent bulge straining against the front.
In what felt like slow motion, Ethan drug the band of his sweatpants down and my heart crashed around inside of me.
My eyes ripped from Ethan’s to his pants as he pushed them down, his erection sliding free and my mouth going dry.
God, he was gorgeous.
In greed, I watched Ethan roll the condom down his length before making his way back to the bed, the mattress dipping as he laid next to me. Just being this close to Ethan was a new sort of Heaven I never dreamed would have existed.
What we were doing was wrong, but the crazy thing was that none of it felt wrong in even the smallest way. Being with Ethan, touching Ethan, loving Ethan felt like dancing for the first time. It might have been scary, and it might have been exposing in ways I’d never experienced.
But nothing had ever felt so familiar or destined before.
His eyes were all over mine, catching every flicker of a thought or emotion that shot across my face. I was sure neither of us ever thought we’d have this moment together, even if for only one night. He was recording all of this to his memory just as much as I was.
“How did I get so lucky as to fall in love with you?” he said, his tone soft.
His words started my heart with a violent jolt. How did he consider himself lucky after everything we’ve been through and will continue to go through after we press play on our reality come tomorrow morning?
“You still think you’re lucky?”
A gentle smile dented his cheeks. “The luckiest man in the world.”
I honestly couldn’t take it anymore. Inside of me was a fire, roaring and imperious, burning a pathway through my veins that knew the only vessel that could quench its thirst was the man lying next to me.
I let that fire drag my body over-top of Ethan’s, surprise pushing into his features as I rolled him onto his back.
I had zero control over my breathing or my need for Ethan as I laid there on top of him, my legs straddling both sides of his waist. On both sides of my face, Ethan’s palms laid flat, his thumbs grazing soft lines over my cheeks as he stared up at me.
Understanding passed through the blue of his eyes.
In one slow-rising motion, Ethan sat us both up. Our bare chests flushed together and the presence of his erection was right beneath me. Ethan had just handed the moment over to me, allowing me to be the one to drive this monumental hour between us, and I loved him even more for it.
We were never supposed to love each other. I didn’t want to love him, and he didn’t want to love me. We both fought it and lied to ourselves for as long as our star-crossed hearts would allow.
Now, my heart that belonged to him was beating a mile a minute, and I hoped that Ethan could hear it.
I wanted him to know how much he affected me.
I wanted him to know how much I wanted him, needed him, and loved him.
Ethan deserved the greatest love story there had ever been, and although I couldn’t give him happily ever after, I could give him one night to rule over all the rest.
Ethan cupped my face and kissed my lips, and without wasting another second, I eased myself down onto him.
We both gasped at the feeling of each other. Ethan filled me up completely, stretching me to fit his size, and already, the burn of my climax was edging in.
“ Ethan .” I threw my head back, moving my hips over his only once before two strong hands grabbed me and held me in place.
“Slow,” his gruff voice demanded. “Go slow for me, Slim.”
His eyes found mine in the dimly lit bedroom, hooded and stunning as ever. I nodded, a whimper slipping past my lips as I began to rock my hips.
Pleasure dropped a mask over Ethan’s face as I moved over him, his eyebrows stringing together and his lips parting to let out deep huffs of breath. God, in the throes of pleasure really was a spectacular look on him, and I loved being the one to make him wear this look.
The pressure in my lower stomach was building with each roll of my hips over his, and astonishment crashed through my mind that I was already closing in on a release. Ethan’s head came forward to rest on my chest as I leaned back, his hands anchoring around my back to hold me upright.
A cry tore past my lips as Ethan’s mouth found my breast again, his teeth catching my nipple between their hold. The sensation of my orgasm crept up my legs faster and faster as he rolled the bead of my nipple between his teeth, soothing it over with a sweep of his hot tongue.
“Ethan, I—” My oncoming orgasm swallowed the rest of my words, and in a flash, Ethan’s hand was on the back of my head, pulling my face back to his.
“Open your eyes for me.”
The heaviness over my eyes made it difficult, but I followed his orders and found Ethan waiting for me, watching intently.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his thumb running across my bottom lip as my release closed in.
I rocked my hips again and again, riding the swelling waves higher and higher.
“ Ethan .”
“I know. I’ve got you.”
Sensations inside of me built to a frenzy, and I began to think I might breakdown into tears before it hit. Ethan was watching me, waiting for the moment as desperately as I was. In the end, it was the words that Ethan whispered as he touched his forehead to mine that propelled me over the edge.
“I love you so much.”
And that was it. My climax hit and it hit hard enough to nearly knock the wind from my lungs.
My body shook in Ethan’s arms, and he held me as bolts of searing pleasure burst through my stomach, curling down to my toes.
My head bowed back in a soundless scream as I rode my orgasm out to the fullest extent.
A fog draped across my mind as I came down from the high, my heart hammering so loudly in my chest, I heard it in my ears.
Weak and overwhelmed by every hyper-sensitive molecule vibrating through me, I went where Ethan took me as he rolled us both over on the bed, keeping himself inside of me. As I caught my breath, Ethan loved my body with his lips, smoothing them over every inch of skin he could touch.
Whispers of sweet nothings infused the air and my blood as Ethan mumbled them against my skin, each one sinking through and warming my body with love. Blindly, I reached out for him, my fingers finding and getting lost in his thick mess of hair.
Just as my nerves settled from the mind-shattering orgasm, Ethan began to move inside of me again. He’d barely given me any time to catch my breath and now, he rocked his hips into mine, pushing himself deeper and harder with every thrust.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling without meaning to.
Ethan let out a grunt as I pulled his hair, one that sounded far too aroused to mistake it for him reacting in pain.
He enjoyed my fingers in his hair, yanking and scratching down his back, and so I did it all again.
Ethan’s groans of pleasure sounded sweeter the louder they got, and I wanted nothing more than to be in this moment with him forever.
I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling his muscles move beneath my hands as he thrust into me, drawing out a string of gasps and moans until the room was filled with a symphony of our pleasure.
Too much. It was too much. It felt too good. Having barely any time to come down from my first release had me already so close to another. Never in my life had I been so sensitive before, but everything about Ethan and this moment and how he felt inside of me changed that—changed me.
My body reacted to Ethan’s like it would react to no other’s because it was him .
It was Ethan. It was the man fate had hand-picked to fit me.
My broken pieces synced with his and together, we created something so unique, so special, so otherworldly; it was no wonder being with him was an experience out of the ordinary.
My second orgasm hit just as hard as the first, and this time, I cried out with its arrival. Not long afterwards, Ethan reached his own climax, and I clung to him as he buried every inch of himself into me.
Ethan collapsed onto my chest, breathing heavily just as I was as I caressed my fingers across his damp forehead, pushing unruly strands of his hair back with the rest. We laid there like that for some time, saying nothing.
We just held each other in the quiet of the room, soaking every second up of each other that we could before the night turned into morning, and our love story came to its inevitable and excruciating end.