Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 49

"Ethan... yes..." I moan as I kiss him madly, sneaking my hands under his shirt, dreaming of undressing him while his hands lift my skirt. He's so hard, I touch his short and he trembles.

He goes directly to my skirt and within seconds, my panties slide down my legs until he pulls them off, without taking off my skirt. He caresses the fabric of my panties and puts them in his pocket with a grin.

That should have been my cue that this was going to be passionate and maddening, but I was busy touching him and him touching me.

".I missed you so much..." he whispers.

He continues to press me against the counter, rubbing against me in a delicious way that makes me want more. He goes down my neck, sucking hard, surely leaving marks.

It's like he's desperate, but at the same time, he wanted to take the time to touch me to excite me more, even more. I really think it's impossible, but he's capable of showing me that I'm terribly wrong.

"I want to see you…" he says, opening the front buttons of my dress, exposing my breasts. My body is on fire and my heart is beating so fast that I feel like I'm going to faint if he doesn't hold me.

"Fucking delicious..." he says and with his hands on my shoulders he turns me around, I'm now standing in front of the mirror of the sinks, my back pressed against his torso.

I can see us... our expression in the mirror, he was breathing heavily, his hair was disheveled, his mouth open with swollen lips. I was completely flushed, my eyes wide open, full of desires.

"You look so sexy today..." he says while he moved my shirt, exposing more of my bra, and without taking his eyes off me, he planted a soft kiss on my neck, then on my shoulder blade. Just the soft touch and the feeling of him pressed against me made me close my eyes in pleasure.

"Open your eyes... I want you to look" he told me as an order "I want you to see how I pleasure you" I did as he commanded and saw every kiss and touch he gave me through the mirror.

Then his hands went straight to my chest, and he lowered my bra to free my breasts. They look heavy and my nipples erect. He seems delighted, lifting them with pleasure, his mouth open with pleasure as he caressed and massaged them.

He touched the soft skin with his fingertips, holding both my breasts, squeezing them with his fingers, playing with each one for a few minutes, obsessing over their size, their shape, their weight.

I just look at him like I'm… a omniscient spectator, without control, enjoying what he is doing to me, the way he is playing with my body, at his mercy, at his desires, like he owns me.

"Ethan... I need you," I moan.

"Fuck... yes" he says as he lifts my skirt up to my waist and pushes my back so that I lean more of my torso against the counter, feeling the cold of the furniture.

My hands holding on wherever they can, my ass and private parts fully exposed, as a shameless woman in a public place.

He takes his time, running his hand over my ass and down the back of my thigh, as if surveying the scene, looking at my ass, my center, my legs. I'm so turned on, I'm dying of anticipation.

"So round, so perfect," he says hoarsely, squeezing my ass with delight, alternating caresses and sweet spanks that will surely leave marks on my skin.

"So pink and wet baby... you are so fucking ready..." he says, and I moan like a crazy.

His hand goes to my center, caressing my opening, touching my folds, opening my lips, pressing them together, I moan desperately trying to control my voice.

"Don't worry, baby, no one is going to listen to us... I promise. I'm going to be a little hard baby... is that okay?" he asks, and I nod, because I can even talk.

He takes the protection out of his pocket and I hear his zipper go down and within seconds Ethan begins to enter me and in one motion.

"Oh God! Ethan... fuck!" I scream as he thrusts into me, shaking my whole body, my breasts swaying with each of his thrusts.

He's completely inside and we both moan with pleasure, I guess the waiting has killed him too. He feels hard and without hesitation he begins to move, completely losing his patience, reaching deeper and deeper into me. My legs are shaking, and I feel like I'm going to collapse from sheer desire.

"You feel better and better...Prissy" he moans while with his hand he cups my breast, obsessed with watching them move with each movement of his hips.

Ethan seems to be in a trance as he watches my body react to what he is doing to me. With each thrust, his speed and intensity increases until I start to tremble, towels falling, toilet paper… the place is a mess while we fuck like savages.

"God!" I cry.

His face is reddening and his expression of pleasure is driving me crazy, even though he is still fully clothed, I don't know if that disappoints me or turns me on even more.

"Ethan... please," I moan.

We are in a public place, for Christ's sake! His hands are now on my hips, his fingers pressed on my skin to keep us connected. His gaze is now where our bodies meet, fully focused as he slides in and out, gently rotating his hips with pleasure to massage all over me.

And if I thought I was going crazy, I have reached my limit here. His thrusts become harder and harder as he knows I'm so close, and I feel like I can't take it anymore as I pant like a savage.

I can't help but see the look on his face as he focuses on how he's taking me, and my face of pure ecstasy at what he's doing to me.

I hold on to the counter, the sink, whatever I can and close my eyes as tight as I can until I see stars. During my climax, Ethan doesn't slow down, but continues to thrust until he comes with a scream, calling out my name.

He leans against me and continues to breathe heavily. For seconds, we stayed like this, me bent over the counter, him on top of me, trying to catch our breath and return to this reality.

A few seconds later he helps me up, and I see in the mirror how he keeps touching me, his fingers caressing my swollen breasts, his other hand between my legs, his mouth on my neck, it's as if he's never satisfied.

"Do you see yourself... ? Lou look so hot baby. Your body is killing me..." he mutters.

“I missed you… inside of me…” I confess. He stares at me in the mirror, surprised.

"Say that again, baby" he commands, his eyes shining.

"I missed you... feeling you inside me, opening me, kissing me, fucking me like that..."

"Fuck baby..." he said whispering in my ear, intensifying his caresses, one finger starting to rub into my core, I groan.

"I love being inside you...is the best sensation on earth… " he smiles devilishly into the mirror.

“God… Ethan” I moan.

"If you keep moaning like that and saying those things... I'm afraid we're never going to leave this room, baby," he says seductively, inserting a finger inside me.

Dear Lord, this pleasure, this passion has no end.

How did I go from being Priscilla, the girl with no luck with men, to being touched and fucked mercilessly, wildly and passionately in a public place?

Not only that, but with the sexiest, most delicious and devoted lover in the world. As he keeps touching me and whispering sweet words in my ear, I can't help but recognize this Priscilla. The one he says is super sexy.

And I truly like her.