Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 25

With one hand he begins to disarm my bun until my hair falls in soft waves, he stops to look at me for a moment, his lips are parted, blushing from our kiss.

"Yes... beautiful" he whispers and kiss me again.

God yes, just sex, I can't deny myself. I'd be kidding myself if I thought that was the only thing I wanted from Ethan. But that's something I'll have to figure out tomorrow or some other day.

Today I just want to have him, to take what he offers me. That was a lot! A moment of pleasure with the most perfect man in the world.

Our bodies touched, he leaned against me and kissed me wildly, and I responded with all the desire I'd been holding in for days. Because yes, obviously I longed to have him close. I dreamt about this for days.

He goes down to my ass and squeeze with his big hands, massaging , bringing his crotch closer to mine, rubbing against me and I gasp. Reminding how big he his... how he feels inside me.

With trembling fingers I unbutton his shirt, while he possesses my mouth, his hands everywhere, on my cleavage, my shoulders, my bottom.

When I have freed him of the shirt, he quickly removes it and I run my fingers over his chest, down his back, his skin is smooth and his forms wonderfully masculine.

"Prissy..." he murmurs, satisfied.

My hands go to his belly, his sides, his ribs, his abs and I feel a slight tremor running through his body.

Sweet God, Ethan moves his hips and leans his whole body, rubbing, controlling. I feel his hands go down my neck, pressing his fingers to my chin, the pulsation of my throat until it flows without doubt to my shoulders, molding them with his hands, imprisoning my figure with a passion that drives me crazy, until I hear whimpers trying to come out of my mouth.

"Ethan I..." I engage in an exquisite battle with his lips and his tongue. I go down to his waist and my fingers flirt with the hem of his pants and I feel him shudder with a delicious sigh.

My hand go down to his jeans and I place inside his pants, he is already hard and throbbing, and I want him like a crazy.

"Fuck baby..." he moans and I’m undone.

"Are you... alone?" he asks me between gasps. It's a little too late to ask.

"Yes..." I say softly but sounds like a moan. He press his hips against me, leaving no room for doubt as to what is coming next.

"Were you expecting someone with that... provocative look?"

He kisses my neck, his hands going down my dress, squeezing everything in his path. I let out a soft moan.

"It's Lily's wedding dress," I whisper, he stops briefly to look at me. He seems serious... suddenly I´m afraid that he disaprove it.

I mean... it doesnt matter, I love the dress but...

"You're going to drive everyone crazy with envy looking like that," he tells me as his hand goes up my chest, making gentle movements on the top, quickly noticing that I don't have my bra on.

"Yeah... fucking glorious..." he leans in to feel the sensitive skin of my neck and it's an explosive combination that makes me shiver. It makes my clothes feel incredibly uncomfortable, I want to remove everything from the hotness I'm feeling.

I stroke his back and we both take a deep breath as one of his hands slides up my thigh and into my dress. I shiver at how warm it feels.

Memories of that hotel in Seattle come to mind... could it be that fantastic again? Everything seems to indicate that its.

The tips of his fingers brush my underwear, very close to my groin, teasing me with soft movements... and driving me wild.

"Room...my room is over there" I tell him and he understands and between kisses and caresses I lead the way.

My room is a mess from my private fashion show, but thank God the bed is free. Nothing else matters.

I wanted right now, on the bed, on top of me, but he has other ideas.

Ethan takes a few steps back and comes up behind me, sinking his nose into my hair as his hands slide down my arms. He kisses my neck.

I hear his heavy breathing and his heart beating in my back. I see his hands on me, even though I can't touch him the way I want, it's... deeply seductive, as if he's deliberately taking the time to touch me, to have me the way he wants.

My god... this man is so passionate. His hands go over my neckline, the waist seam of the dress, he caresses the fabric of the skirt.

"Yes this dress is fantastic..." he whispers.

I feel a small tug and realize he's pulling down the zipper, pulling it down slowly and my breath hitches as I know he's taking it off.

The top falls off, exposing my chest, and when it reaches my hips, he gives it one last push, the dress falls to the floor.

I'm only in my underwear, those horrible ones that help me shape my body, but he just continues with his pause, I think he's watching me from behind, small rays of light enter the room.

It's certainly brighter than the hotel and I'm a little embarrassed, especially being exposed like this, so I cover myself a little with my arms. I mean... I know that I can cover my whole body, but I try.

With the back of his fingers he traced my back, the line of my spine that curved at the end, pressing down on my lower back and I suddenly shivered.

He gently brushes my hair aside, strokes it, and leans down to kiss my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone.

"I want to see you... really see you" he whispers on my ear and ake my arms and hold them gently, moving them to the side so that he can see me clearly from his position.

I see his hands go to my front and my eyes almost close with pleasure just from the feel of his hands on my breasts.

"You will be the death of my Priscilla" he whispered and cupped his hands around my breasts, lifting them, checking them, tightening his grip and digging his fingers into my soft flesh.

I shuddered as he played, he seemed transfixed just by watching his hands on my breasts and listening to my whimpering.

He then went on to caress my stomach and down to my belly, cupping my center with his hand over my panties. Then he moved to put his fingers inside and caressed me and I almost cried.

He pulled off my panties, my comfortable but definitely not sexy panties, but I'm not sure Ethan noticed or cared, as he seemed much more focused on what was underneath.

As he lowered them, he left kisses on my bottom, my thighs. His fingers stroked me again and I closed my eyes, feeling him between my legs, trapping me between his embrace and the movement of his fingers.

When he came back to stand in front of me, his eyes roamed over my body and just the look was enough to make my blood boil.

I approached to look for protection in the drawer of my nightstand and when he had it in his hands, he went straight to kissing me until he brought me closer to the bed and laid me down gently. He continued to kiss me down, devoting precious minutes to touching me.

Finally in bed!

"So beautiful..." he says, opening my legs and I feel desperate and nervous, so exposed and yet so completely aroused, but what he does next was completely unexpected.

His mouth closes over my core and I forget everything.

"Ethan please... wait" I cry pitifully.

The stubble of his face against my most sensitive part was incredibly arousing as his lips and tongue found my bud. His hands were in my hips, rubbing my thighs, squeezing my bottom.

"Please... I" I told him between moans, completely embarrassed, I never imagined him there, his lips kissing me like that.

He looked up and I could see him smiling as he ran his fingers down my slit, playing with the folds, watching me enjoy myself.

Then with a quick movement he takes off his shoes and jeans while I watch him, his strong muscles, his legs, how his underwear disappears and how ready he is... I close my legs, squeezing them with pleasure while he looks at me in delight.

"Ready?" he asks and I just nod.

Placing his hands between my knees, gently spreading them apart, he positions himself and I hold on to the sheets as he pushes himself all the way in.

One hand remains on my hip, the other on the surface of the bed, close to my face. His movements start out sly and delicious, each in and out taking my breath away.

"Fuck baby..." he breathes heavily and hisses through his teeth.

With my hand I caress her now flushed face and with my thumb I tug at his lips, he bites and sucks on them, looking at me, his eyes full of desire.

I sex... just sex Priscilla, remember.

I move my hips with him, feel my whole body trembling and I no longer care about my flaws, my thick legs, my belly, absolutely nothing but this feeling that is growing inside me.

"Yes... yes..." he says between moans.

I don't know if it was because of all the kisses and touching and all the eroticism of the moment, but I quickly found my release and I happily welcomed it.

I feel like I am falling far away and electricity runs through my whole body. Ethan continues his more and more wild movements, prolonging my sensation.

I hear him moaning in the distance and cursing under his breath while I am in heaven.