Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 42

God... he's getting bossy, and I can't explain how turned on I am about all this.

"Fuck, baby, if you could see how I see you right now. God... what you are doing to me...," I hear him say behind me, whispering.

I am so exposed to him, not only completely naked, but shamelessly with my butt in the air, my hair falling to the side as he seems to admire me.

He was breathing heavily, standing a few centimeters away from me, and I could almost feel his eyes on my body. My hands tremble with anticipation, my heart races, and I just want to think of him touching me again, feeling him inside me again, but he takes his time.

"Ethan, please..." I beg.

He doesn't seem to be in a hurry, I feel his fingers brushing the inside of my thighs... how he can take this break is beyond me. It's as desperate as it is seductive.

He really knows how to control me, how to do what he wants with me, how to have me the way he wants, what I like, what I didn't even know I liked. He knows me, understands me in a way I can't explain.

"Your legs, your feet, your ass, your hips... I can't even think, Prissy," he says, running his hands over my feet, my calves, my thighs, taking my bottom and massaging it with his hands

I pant, without any control, unable to see, attentive to what he is doing, feeling his hands on me, hearing his words and panting.

"So ready for me... always so fucking ready... so perfect" he says, caressing my opening with his fingers, tempting me and I moan.

When I want to beg again, I feel as if he enters me with one thrust and all sensations fill me. He curses again and again as he grabs my hips with his hands.

The madness begins again, the sensation of desire, of need, of burning, appears without thinking. I scream desperately as my body moves with his.

"So tight... Damn Priscilla," he says in a hoarse, sexy voice.

Ethan's movements get faster and faster, each thrust takes me further and further. Again it feels so deep, caressing me inside, while the grip of his hands on my hips gets stronger.

I feel him leaning against me as he growls, his hips slamming wildly into my body again and again, and I can't take it anymore, my hands give way, and he thrusts a few more times, and we collapse.

My climax is as intense as it is desperate, and we both gasp as our bodies protest the intense exercise. I close my eyes and the darkness hangs over me, it seems that I am nobody or nothing, just something floating in an immense lake of pleasure.

Ethan is at my side, flushed, his lips a deep red, his hair disheveled, he looks delicious. When I've recovered, he attacks my lips again and his hands go through my body, taking everything in their path, my thighs, my waist, squeezing my bottom, tangling in my hair, grabbing my neck.

It feels different, my skin is already used to it, to being caressed, kissed, bitten like no one has ever done before. As if the fact that I now let myself be desired, that I have accepted my feelings for him, my own desires, what I want... changes the way I feel.

I want him in my life, it's a fact. He leaves a soft kiss on my forehead and tucks me into bed, positioning himself very close to me.

"Sleep well, my princess," he whispers, and I fall into a delicious dream.

I just feel... perfectly happy, as if I had received an extreme dose of joy and incredible relaxation at the same time. In the morning I return to reality.

I feel his hand running over my curves, the palm of his hand wandering as if it were a traveler between mountains, and again something arises in me, like a spark that grows. This man is going to drive me crazy, here we are, in his be adain... making love. I think and let out a giggle.

"May I ask what makes you laugh at this hour?" He asks me.

His voice is husky and, hell, it's even sexier, and I honestly doubted that was possible. His voice can't stop being hot, even if he tries.

I slowly turn around and see him lying on his side, his face resting on one of his arms, his hair a testament to the night we spent together. Afternoon, night, tomorrow, I don't know what time it is.

And I really don´t care.

He's practically uncovered, the clothes seem like an extra these last few hours, and I'm not complaining, but God... what a temptation this man is.

He doesn't even seem to notice the looks I give him from top to bottom, seeing his chest, his abs, that path that goes down to his belly and to... happiness. He is simply distracted, following his touch through my lying profile as if touching the horizon.

"It's just that... you know me terribly well, I'm... frankly impressed," I confess, a little embarrassed as he seems more and more proud of himself.

"Really? That´s what you really think?"

"Yeap"

His eyes shine with mischief. He knows what I mean, he always knows how to take me where no one has taken me before, he can make me scream, beg, moan in despair, whatever he wants.

"I love to impress you... I hace to admit it" he adds.

"How... hao you know... is for your experience or..." I ask.

"Well... let's just say I like what I see, what I touch... and I'm inspired," he says, playing with his hands on my hips, always with a raised eyebrow and a self-sufficient face.

"Really?" I ask, smiling.

"Um... I love your curves" he says, taking my hand, kissing my wrist, inside, near my veins, his lips feel wonderful there.

"I have to admit that I... have never enjoyed this... so much with... someone else. It was never so... good" I tell him and his eyes widen. It is as if his ego was already lit and I come and add more fuel to the fire. His proud smile turns into a bragging grin.

Damn!

"Nobody else?.... Well, I'm very happy to hear that... you don't know how much," he says, obviously pleased, arrogant, proud. After a pause, he can't contain himself, he wants to continue with this topic he obviously likes.

"Is the true..." I admit.

"So you thought it was... good" he says smugly, taking my arm and gently running his fingers over it, like little feathers. It is not a question, it is a very eloquent statement.

"Pretty good... you could say" I tell him with a sigh that I can't control "Very... very good... soooo good" I say, admitting it, when I feel his fingers on my leg, moving up in a terrible advance.

My heart seems to stop beating, instead it is pounding in my chest, excited with anticipation. I know what he wants to do and at the same time the expectation of what he will do next has me on edge, all with extremely satisfying results.

"I´m so happy for that. I mean... I hear your moans and cries... but is better to hear your words. My princess flatters me so much. At least I have always tried to do my best to please you. Every time we've been together, I like to see what you like, to hear your sweet groans... your cries, to feel your smooth curves in my hands," he says in an even more hoarse voice.

He comes closer, his body just centimeters away, and already his hand takes hold of my thigh, grabbing it, leaving me no escape.

"Unfortunately, I... I don't know what you like... you know" I confess, half joking, half sincere.

He remains silent for a while, as if the thought had never crossed his mind. But it's true, I don't know what to do, how to please him.

Quietly, he snuggles closer to me, his nose almost touching mine. His body is so close that when I breathe my chest rubs against his, my legs have a delicious friction with his, and his hand goes up and down my leg again, from the ankle to behind my knee, finally settling on my thigh.

He squeezes my thigh and goes to my ass, squeezing it hard. He lets out a soft sigh, then whispers to me before taking my lips.

"I want you to look for me, to seduce me... to tell me what you want to do and what you like. I promise that I would please you in everything you ask of me. I enjoy the Prissy of a few hours ago, talking to me openly, looking for what she wants, without waiting, without fear" he says, running his eyes over my body, and I'm no longer ashamed, I don't want to hide my belly or my legs, or the features I don't like.

"I love the way your eyes look at me, the way you are shy sometimes, the way you stroke my hair, the way you move with me, the way you call my name with your sexy voice when you have your orgasm, the way you respond to me. I even like the things you can't even imagine about yourself," he says and gives me a sweet kiss, I'm already completely melted.

"But... the truth, Prissy, is that... I like everything you are, and everything do to me. Everything about you... you have me under your spell..."