Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 41

"Prissy... say that again..."

What the hell did I just say?

"Ethan I..."

He looked at me ecstatically, and his lips crashed against mine again with urgency and desperation. We had hardly noticed that the elevator had already arrived, and the doors had opened when he stopped it with one hand.

I was still a little dizzy from the alcohol, but frankly I didn't care if someone see us like that, a desperate man a woman touching without shame, I don't care if the world was going to end, or what would happen next. I just wanted to get his clothes off, touch him, and have his hands on me.

In seconds, we were crossing the door of his apartment, walking in the dark, without separating, without stopping touching each other's like maniacs.

My blouse was somewhere on the floor, I hope it was inside his apartment and not outside, and he was already kissing the curve of my breasts that jumped out of my bra.

"Fuck baby... say that again," he said, panting, and quickly took off my bra while he put his face between my breasts, massaging them with pleasure. I moaned uncontrollably and tangled my fingers in strands of his soft hair.

"Repeat what you told me in the elevator, baby...please," he says almost as a plea, lifting his head to meet my face.

He looks excited but serious at the same time. As if he's waiting attentively for my answer, or hesitating whether I'll say something else or take it back.

"I want you... Ethan" I say with a sigh. He looks at me and his eyes darken.

My God, that look sends a direct signal to the lower part of my body and makes me wet. He leans down and takes my mouth again, in such an insane way that it takes my breath away in seconds.

It's such a pleasure that I don't want it to end and at the same time the desire grows, the need grows, and I know that this is only the beginning.

"What do you want from me? Tell me baby… I will give you what you want" he whispers seductively as he pulls away, brushing my lips only lightly with his. The tip of her nose touches mine, and it's a dance of temptation, a sweet, delicious game to desire him more and more.

My breasts are pressed against his chest and he caressed the sides with a sweet flow. I feel his hard one, and I swear I can't think.

"I just want you..." I reply nervous.

"Please... elaborate..." he says and starts to kiss my neck and I moan.

"I... want to touch you, to feel your hands on me... the way you make me moan..." I say, and I hear him hiss between his teeth, almost roar, and it sounds so fucking sexy.

"I want you to take me, Ethan. To feel you inside… to make me moan like only you know and can do" I say, stroking his hair. He smiles and goes to kiss my collarbone, following a sweet trail, and I try to slip my hands through the collar of his shirt.

I regret that I don't have my high heels to at least try to kiss him again, to have some power, to lead this dance for once. I want to kiss him so badly that my lips hurt, I have never felt that with any man. I wanted him, needed him, is insane.

"Please... continue...not always can I hear what you are really thinking..." he says when I remain quiet.

"I love the way you dress...your clothes always look so good on you, your hair... your side smile... your perfume..." I whisper as I try to kiss his neck, and he smiles, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Good to know. I wish you will always be that sincere... that you talk to me like this. Is because the alcohol...?” he asks.

"Mmmm... probably. But I really want you... I'm tired to hide and escape..."

"So you were escaping and hiding..." he asks devilishly, without taking his eyes off my breasts, following the soft curves with his fingertips.

"Ethan..." I reply and he laughs.

"Sorry... let's forget the past. Tell me what do you want from me... right now..." he says softly.

"I want to kiss you. I mean... I´m trying... I'm on my tiptoes trying to get to kiss you" I tell him innocently.

The next thing I know, his strong hands are on my thighs, pulling up my skirt, and he lifts me up, I let out a small gasp of surprise and then I'm sitting on the kitchen counter.

He looks at me fascinated, and I can't believe he's carrying me like a pound of potatoes, the strength of this man is supernatural... and yet, feeling the muscles of his arms, it couldn't be otherwise.

"Is this what it looks like from your point of view?" I tell him jokingly, putting my arms around his neck, he smiles deliciously "You know, you could have leaned over, right?"

"Ahhh, but I like it better like this and..." he says grabbing my ass and I don't let him finish as I press my lips against his, and he responds immediately, with delicious movements against my mouth.

My hands unbutton his shirt, he helps me and in a few seconds it falls to the floor. He then leaves my mouth and kisses my breasts again, driving me crazy with his mouth, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him towards me.

"I want you too Prissy... I need to be inside you. I haven't stopped thinking about you for one minute...".

I could feel his desperation, his desire in every breath as he picked me up and pressed me against him, moving us to another place.

I have immense control, close to his face, his neck and chest at my disposal, and I caress what I find on my way, happy with this new perspective.

He doesn't seem to show any signs of tiring of carrying me, instead he moves and as he walks we come to a wall, and he leans me against it. I stifle a small gasp as he presses himself closer to me, feeling his hardness between my legs.

"Fuck..." he moans between kisses.

I press my hands over his chest, his abs and find my way down, now opening the zipper of his pants and I hear him moaning while I caress inside his pants.

I press my legs into his waist, chaining myself to him, and his movements become frantic and sensual as he deepens his delicious access to my mouth. I explore more and more of him, I just want to keep him like this for a little while longer.

"I can't hold myself any longer..." he says, and I was already in his bed.

I have him all to myself, as I always wanted to have him, now aware of my desires. He puts his hands under my skirt, caresses my legs and moves one hand down, playing with the edge of my underwear, in that sensitive area that makes me delirious.

"Please... more..." I beg.

Ethan suddenly leaves my lips, tracing the line of my chin until his warm breath tickles my ear. He leaves a kiss on my neck, just below my ear, then another, then lower, while his hands run up and down my thighs.

Then his tongue caresses the base of my throat, and I gently lose track of who I am. Almost involuntarily, I tilt my head back to give him more access, and he sighs pleasantly.

"So gorgeous... you are my dream come true..." he whispers.

He plays with my breasts again, as if he can't get enough of touching them, weighing them, caressing them with his hands so big that they cover them.

He moves away from me, taking off his shoes, pants and boxers while I struggle with my skirt. Furthermore, he lays me down on the bed and leans over me, running over me again while I caress him, kissing his chest.

My hands go between his legs, caressing his impressive hard one from the base to the tip with my hand and his expression is worth all the gold in the world: moaning, jaw clenched, biting lip, eyes closed.

"Damn...God!" he yells. He quickly grabs my hands and puts my arms over my head to pull me away from him.

"You are tempting me too much Prissy... I am just a poor man..." he says.

He takes off my panties and separate my legs. I close my eyes, waiting for the delicious sensation of his hardness inside me, but what I feel is so subtle and exquisite that it makes me cry out.

Ethan presses my thighs to keep my legs open as he devours me completely, I want to refuse, to tell him to stop, but I can't speak, I scream and gasp and moan in desperation as he licks, strokes, sucks around my opening.

His lips play, devoting special movements to that sweet spot that makes me tremble, opening my pussy with his fingers.

I arch back and can't take it anymore, I cry out in despair. It's definitely the best I've ever felt in my life. He watches me intently, satisfied when I come back to reality, and strokes my opening with his thumb, as if he can't stop touching me there.

"So pretty... and delicious..." he says.

In a minute he's ready for me, protection and all, and his hips move to enter me and I close my eyes in pleasure. My body is flooded with sensations and I surrender to whatever he wants to do to me.

"Oh God!" I yell.

His hips quickly find a delicious rhythm. He can't hold back a thrust inside me, my body jerks and my nails dig into his shoulders. He kept rocking in and out, stroking inside me, each thrust more satisfying than the last.

I felt my walls tighten around him, and my moans turned to gasps. Suddenly he comes out completely and I groan in disappointment. He looks at me intently and tells me in a husky voice.

"Now... get on your hands and knees for me, baby. I love to see you like that"