Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 31

This is no ordinary meeting. This is so fucking intense, and I feel on fire.

Seeing him so eager to show himself to me, so obviously dedicated to seducing me, drives me crazy. The anticipation makes my chest rise and fall in rapid breaths.

"I'm so happy you are here, Princes..." he says.

Ethan looks at me as he unbuttons his shirt, and I stare at his every move. I didn't expect anything that happened tonight, not dinner, not so many details, let alone... romance.

He has offered himself completely to me and is waiting for my response. Doesn't he know? That he is dreamy and that he doesn't have to do much to seduce me and desire him.

I star to caress him and hear him groan. My hands glide happily over his smooth skin, as if inspecting something wonderful, down his shoulders and down his chest, which is strong and tanned, and I marvel at the textures and the strength of his muscles.

I go down his sides, his ribs, I reach his navel, his abs and my hands get lost in his pants and I feel a small tremor in his chest.

"Fuck... Prissy" he whispers, and he doesn't wait any longer, if anything he lets me finish my delicious exploration when he embraces me again, and I kiss him again, savoring my lips.

His tongue takes all of me, and his hands are on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I hear my own sighs as if they were someone else's as he lowers his head and kisses the line of my neckline and my cleavage.

He pulls up the edge of my blouse and lifts it over my head. He runs his fingers through my underwear, which for the first time is a slightly sexier pale pink, and he seems to marvel at the lace and the way my breasts peek out and move in an accelerated rhythm. And he barely touches me, I feel like dying, I want his hands all over me.

"You're amazing... so sexy" he tells me, panting, and melts back into my mouth as if he's dying of thirst, and I'm the only source of water left.

Me? Sexy? I can't believe, but I really can think clearly. I hear his rapid breathing and moans as my hands move up and down his torso.

I stroke his arms, over his bare back and take off my shoes, and little by little he leads me to his room.

I don't have time to look at anything either, because he takes all my attention, every breath, every movement is focused on him.

In a few moments, his clothes are on the floor, and he is only in his underwear, marking all his attributes. He gently leads me to his bed and I sit on it, and he kneels in front of me, and I am completely raptured.

"Prissy, I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or that you don't want to do... I just... I want to see you" he says sincerely in the middle of his room.

God-damn it... I feel so nervous, but I promised myself that I would take advantage of tonight, right?

I have to stop being the anxious Priscilla, the one who has been made to believe that she is a little pig, the one who believes that she does not deserve to be desired.

I nod gently and he smiles. He looks really happy, as if he had promised him the sky and the stars.

"I want to see you too," I tell him, still sitting.

He gives me a half smile and I see his eyes darken. The light is dim, but the room is still much brighter than I'm used to.

What would have happened if I had shown myself like this to my ex-boyfriends? As far as I know, none of them ever cared about seeing or not seeing me. I don't think they ever really wanted me.

I stand up and slowly pull down my skirt, he doesn't miss a thing. I unbutton my bra, and he sighs with pleasure, I don't have to be a fortune-teller to know which of my attributes he appreciates the most.

"My dear Prissy..." he says, biting his lips.

My breasts sway with every move I make. I hold onto my stomach and try to sit up straight, so my thighs don't look so big. Don't know if it works, but I try not to think about my curves and weight either.

Ethan takes off his underwear in one motion and I, without taking my eyes off him, take off my panties. His look is worth a million dollars, it seems like he doesn't have to tell me anything.

And what I saw is... very tempting. My god is even sexier an attractive like this, completely naked, in front of me.

He walks over to me and my heart pounds in my chest. I cupped his cheek and he looked at me with passion, then I lowered my hands down his neck, making him shiver.

I continued down the lines of his chest, gently caressing as if I was studying his anatomy, going down his abs until I brushed between his legs, taking all of him with my fingers, earning an uncontrollable moan from him.

"Fuck... I can't help it" he murmurs, and his hands move quickly, touching every inch while I continue to caress him, stopping at my legs, my back, my thighs, squeezing hard, sinking his fingers into my skin.

"Ethan... ohh Ethan..." I gasp.

Finally, he leans over me, his hands resting on my sides and his mouth moving up and down my body, stopping at my stomach, which I hate, my knees, which I think are thick, my shoulders, which he marks with his fingers, my hips, where he lingers for a while before returning to my face.

His mouth is half open, breathing close to me as he runs his fingers between my legs, touching each corner with his fingertips.

"You are so ready... perfect" he whispers and pushes one finger inside and I moan. He doesn't stop looking at me as he speaks and continues his sinful movements.

"You're more beautiful than I could have imagined... not even in my wildest dreams did I dream of something like you... my Priscilla," he tells me while I hold on to his shoulders and gasps, I feel so turn on that I can't speak.

"I want you on your hands and knees..." he whispers in a husky voice and I don't want him to stop his fingers but his expression is so seductive, telling me exactly what he wants from me that I can't say no.

He helps me to stand and places me in the position he wants. I have never felt more exposed in my life, practically everything I am not supposed to show is in his sight, at his disposal.

Good god!

My feet are close to the edge of the bed and I feel my arms trembling. His hands are on my hips, down to my ass, squeezing with pressure, feeling every curve.

"For God's sake Priscilla" he says, running his big hands over my ass, down my thighs, up and down, squeezing everything in his path.

"Ethan please…” I beg.

"You're going to be the dead of me... if you knew how you make me feel" he says hoarsely and his hands touch me again between my legs.

Soon I hear a package breaking and feel his hard one in my entrance. I can no longer hold back my anticipation. I feel him inside me and let out a sharp scream that I can't control.

"Are you okay?" he asks, suddenly worried, his hands resting gently on my back, and I feel him pull away a little.

"It's just... it feels deeper," I say between ragged breaths.

I have never felt it like this, it seems to be going to places it has never been before. He leans down to kiss my back with a sigh. One of his hands caresses my breast, massaging it with a sweet pressure.

"Yes... deeper..." he says and enter again and we both moan.

Little by little he accelerates his movements while my arms tremble. His hands are anchored on my hips and each thrust is a sweet torture. I move to join him, and the sounds we make seem more and more desperate.

"Oh Ethan!" I groan and he accelerates.

With every minute that passes, I feel the delicious tension we create. My whole body is rocking, and he doesn't stop touching me, the tips of his fingers on my hips and with the other hand on my chest, between my legs, stroking my hair, holding the back of my neck.

"Fuck baby... I want to stay here and never go out again," he says, speeding up, and without a doubt I'm reaching my limit.

I feel my body cease to be human for a few seconds as my back bends while he holds me tighter and my whole being shakes with a deliciously muffled scream.

"Yes! Yes!" he yells.

I feel as if my heart will stop at any moment. My hands give way and I fall to my elbows as he desperately accelerates. I rest my head on the bed, breathing like I'm running a marathon and feeling my body explode like a shooting star.

He thrusts again and again, screaming my name and cursing a few times, falling besides me as I hear him say my name.

"Priscilla, my Priscilla."