Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 18

His lips brush against mine, tickling the outline of my mouth, it feels... perfect. The warmth of his mouth makes me shiver and I forget to breath, the rain, everything.

Slowly he slides his tongue into my mouth, touching every corner, while his hands are in my arms. I feel as if the soft belt of the bathrobe is loose and his warm hands are in my hips.

My hands cupped either side of his face, my thumbs rubbing his perfect cheekbones. I can hear his breathing, loud and restless, and our bodies are pressed together, leaving no space between us.

He is standing in front of me, between my legs, and I feel the soft warmth of his skin. Little by little, our kisses became more and more intense.

I don't want to think that he is touching my body, the one he disliked so much in the past, but at the same time his touch is... wonderful and I forget the embarrassment.

He strokes my hair while his other hand runs over my skin under my t-shirt as the robe falls from my shoulders.

He laid me down on the bed, not saying a word, kissing me passionately as my fingers tangled in his hair.

I gently placed my hands on his shoulders, moving closer to his mouth and heard him moan, his breathing getting harder, his kisses greedier. When he started to lift my shirt, I panicked.

"I just..." I say nervously.

The room is lit even though it's almost night, so it's not dark enough for me to feel comfortable.

I have never shown myself as I am, the whole Priscilla with all my faults, to anyone.

Much less in front of someone like him.

"Prissy... I want to see you..." he says with concern, and I try not to roll my eyes, still skeptical, trying not to distrust and forget what he said in the past, still present in my memory.

"The light... I just..."

With a sigh and turns off the light, then he goes to the bathroom and comes back in a few seconds. He walks slowly towards me, taking off his shirt in one sexy movement, allowing me to see his body as if carved in stone in the little light that remains.

He's even more attractive than I imagine, good god. He stands in front of me and gives me a challenging look that makes me tremble under his gaze and his hot body. I don't want to run or escape... I just want to be here... with him.

He takes off my robe, my t-shirt and presses himself against me, I feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against me without shame and I feel the temperature rising.

With a careful movement, he had pulled down my boxer shorts. He had taken off his pants as well and was now wearing only his underwear, showing me his long and perfect legs that I wanted to touch but didn't dare.

We kissed again as he lay on top of me. He kissed my neck and went down, kissing, licking and biting his way down. I threw my head back and looked at the ceiling, hoping to catch my breath or I would pass out any minute.

What am I doing? Ethan is kissing me, touching me, rubbing against me and... I want him so much that I can't think straight. Because God, how I desire him so freaking much.

I caress his torso, going all over his chest, trying to carve the path of his body with my own hands. I lowered my lips to his chest where I left traces of kisses, listening to his moans.

My God, I wanted nothing more in the world than to touch him, all of him, it seems like a dream come true. I didn't dare go any further, but he seemed to get even more excited by my caresses, and I feel so powerful. Me? Turning on... him?

He took my face and kissed me roughly for the first time, his hands eagerly roaming my body. He trailed kisses down my body from my neck, went to my bra and pushed the fabric, exposing my breasts.

He stared at them, completely exposed to him, for a full minute as I looked at him, biting my lip.

"God... Priscilla" His mouth is open as he looks at me in complete astonishment and leans in to put his lips between my breasts.

I sigh as he begins to plant kisses around the area. His fingertips started to roam over my breasts, as if he's discovering and appreciating them. Suddenly his lips were on one of my breasts, and he was licking, sucking one and nibbling the other.

I squirmed, and he carefully removed my bra and continued to play with my breasts with his big hands as if he couldn't get enough of them, caressing, fondling, squeezing with pleasure.

My hands automatically went back to his hair, pulling at the strands. He took my breasts in his mouth one after the other. I felt him rock hard against me.

"Priscilla, what are you doing to me?" he whispered, looking up at me, liking his lips. I'm already a hot mess here when he goes down on my stomach, leaving wet kisses.

He caressed my inner thighs, my calves, my ankles, my feet, and I trembled. He grabbed my hips and began to grind against me.

I held back all my moans, only soft, muffled whimpers escaped. The pressure in my stomach was building.

"Priscilla..." he whispered in my ear before leaning down again, getting to know my body with his mouth and hands.

He slowly slid his hands between my legs, looking at me, enjoying my reactions. He began to rub my most sensitive area through the fabric of my panties. Then, he grabbed my panties and slowly pulled them off my legs.

"Open for me baby," he almost begged me and I'm undone.

His hands were positioned between my legs and again he began to caress my slit, every part, as if he wanted to know all of me. I think I have never had a man touch me like that, none of them wanted to go there.

But Ethan was determined, he started rubbing that special spot and I couldn't help myself, I cried out in pleasure, arching my back and throwing my head back.

My hands were pressed into his back, my nails digging, trembling. He pushed a finger inside me, out and in, rubbing with his thumb in the spot that drove me crazy. He just kept doing it, making my insides climb higher and higher until I was ready for my climax.

"Ethan, my God..." I cried in a horse voice.

But I was too busy breathing and moaning to hold myself together and explode in this hotel room in Seattle. I screamed and pressed my core against his hands because I wanted more and more.

I felt a complete ecstasy going through my body, I felt so relaxed as if I was in a wonderful dream. I heard a moan leave my lips and I lost all my restraint. He made me feel all this with just his fingers, and it took me a few minutes to come back to reality.

I didn't know if he was an angel or a demon... he looks like an angle, that's for sure.

He's standing in front of me now, watching me come and waiting for me, caressing my legs with his big hands, without his underwear, and he's... completely ready. So fucking ready and big waiting for me.

I heard the sound of tearing foil filling the air, and he started to brush the tip of his erection against my slit, up and down in a paused and delicious movement. His hand shakes, is breathing is ragged, Ethan looks possessed and nervous, with me there open for him.

He looked at me, asking for permission, and I nod. His eyes widened as he looked down at me, fully naked, ready for him, and he groaned.

The only thing on my mind is that... I need him, I want him desperately.

He positioned himself correctly and thrust into me, deeper and deeper, only to pull back. And then finally, with one last gentle thrust, he filled me completely, our mutual moans filling the tiny hotel room.

He felt so good, I could feel my core adjusting to his size. His breathing was heavy as he tried to keep still.

Ethan moaned, probably feeling my walls squeeze around him. We both melted into each other, gasping at the intensity of the movement that gripped us. After a few strokes, he leaned in, his forehead against mine as we moaned.

This was insane, unreal. I never imagine that sex could be so fabulous and this is only the beginning.

As I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, I saw an emotion in Ethan's eyes that I hadn't yet been able to read. He just stared at me for a few seconds before he leaned in to capture my lips in another passionate kiss, so hungry he felt like he would die if he didn't kiss me now.

But his kiss slowed as it became sweeter, more loving as he pushed himself deeper into me until he filled me completely. Our hips moved, grinding, bucking and breaking.

"My God Priscilla, you feel like heaven" he whispered and I begged him not to stop, my voice coming out as a desperate whisper.

"Please look at me," he commands me and we both see our reactions to every movement. His mouth is half open, his fingers digging into my skin, his torso glistening as he wraps his whole body around me.

He slowly began to thrust in and out of me with force, each thrust pushing the air out of my lungs. He gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he continued to thrust harder and harder.

Ethan moaned, in a way that drove me wild, so much so that I started to move with him. After a while I threw my legs around his waist, so I could feel him deeper, making us both moan in pleasure at the same time.

He continued slamming into himself, rubbing my sweet spot harder, pushing me over the edge. His moans, the strands of his hair brushing my forehead, his hands gripping me, the sweet weight of his body on me... It's what dreams are made of.

He pushes harder and harder, our breathing is so uneven and fast. I could feel that he was almost there, his breathing became labored, hissing between his teeth, he began to pant.

I felt my body climb higher and higher as my walls tightened around Ethan, holding him in a death grip, before I felt myself being released underneath him, arching my back as my body filled with pure ecstasy and bliss.

And amazing orgasm tearing through me, and it seemed to last forever. I felt myself floating... and at the same time feeling surrounded by his skin, his smell, his warmth.

He came too with a sexy scream, thrusting into me a few more times, as deep as he could. He fell onto my chest, exhausted. I stroked his forehead and played with my fingers in his hair.

I closed my eyes, trying to normalize my exhausted breathing, when I felt kisses on my eyelids. I open my eyes to see Ethan watching me closely.

His post sex beauty is so mesmerizing. He rests his forehead on mine, brushing our noses together.

I can't believe that this happens. We fight a few hours ago... I hate him... and yet I wanted this with all my heart.