Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 51

"Oh my god! This is amazing!"

Ethan booked a huge room in the same hotel, and we're just together like a couple. We walk around, see great buildings, eat in nice restaurants, and it feels like a dream.

We walk hand in hand, not caring about anything else, we kiss in the middle of the street, on the corner, in front of an ice cream shop, playing like fools. I feel that this is how I saw other couples together and envied them. But now I have nothing to envy anyone.

Seattle is the most perfect place in the world for me right now.

We talked about many things, about Kate and her threats, my sister and her hatred, work, my future, his, and it seemed that nothing else mattered to us, just being together. Nobody could take that away from us, the feeling of happiness of being together.

"Let's visit the best places" he says taking my hand.

And we visit a pop culture museum, a fish and seafood market, the aquarium, a small cafe near a square, a walk with beautiful trees.

Everything seems wonderful with him. And at night we come to have a good time. When I told him that I was on the pill, he smiled like a child, and now we were more passionate than ever.

Tonight we return from a nice dinner, and after we go to the hotel, he gives me my usual kiss in the elevator, whenever the elevator is alone we kiss like crazy.

I have already told him that there are cameras in there, but he doesn't care. However, we do not stop even when we reach our floor. He opens the door to our room while continuing to kiss my neck, touching me through my dress.

"Ethan... God..." I groan the moment I feel the heat of his mouth, his perfect muscles that I feel with my hands with pleasure, his skin gives me goosebumps and a groan escapes his lips.

"I want you naked... right now" he whispers.

My dress is already off and his hands roam all over my body. It's amazing how I never get tired of his body, his shapes and his reactions.

It was my teeth that playfully bit into his shoulder. It was my fingertips that crawled up his hands to grab his shirt and pull it over his head.

And there in the darkness of that room, in that hotel room in Seattle, in the city where we first made love, I realized that there was nothing in the world more beautiful to me than Ethan Fairfax. I would never feel for anyone else what I feel for him. It was scary, but also... an amazing thought.

He lays me down on the bed and I squirm. He continues his descent down my body, leaving kisses and love bites along the way. Ethan moans as his lips make contact with one of my breasts, and I arch my back at the intensity of the sweet sound he makes for me.

"So beautiful, so delicious..." he licked the hard tip of my breast, then let his cool breath fall on it. This was too much for me, my fingers digging into his hair, clutching it tighter.

His arms are now wrapped under my legs, his hands holding my thighs. I was open and on display for him, for whatever he wanted to do to me, but I didn't even have a moment to feel exposed.

With his head buried between my legs, I feel the flat of his tongue licking all the way up. This is ecstasy, I'm intoxicated with lust and longing, I'm consumed by desire.

"Ethan!" I yelled in shock.

I feel his right hand rubbing gently against my opening, pulling and pushing his finger back and forth in a slow rhythm. His second finger plunges into me as he curls them both around, hitting a spot that sends me over the edge, spinning into oblivion.

"God!" I scream desperately as I come so quickly and feel my whole body tremble with pleasure.

He watches me as I come to. I stand up as best I can and watch as he takes off his shoes, socks and pants. Still sitting on the bed, my hands slip under the waistband of his boxers and I find him rock hard for me.

His boxers were already on the floor, and I approached him cautiously and saw that he was breathing heavily and watching my next steps.

Without intending to, I take his hardness and lick it with my tongue, testing, doubting, but his moan is so strong that I immediately take him by his hip and pull him close to me.

"God Priscilla..." he moans as I'm holding him, making my lips and tongue available to him. Softly at first, devoted to him, excited by the way his leg trembles, by the way I'm making him feel. The way he made me feel.

"Oh fuck... baby... fuck... Priscilla," he says between moans, and it's the best sound I've ever heard in my life. He holds my hair without pushing me, without holding me, just receiving my caresses.

"Baby, please... I need" he says deliciously, his voice sounds wonderful, more than ever.

"What do you need, baby?" I ask him, and he smiles at the pet name.

"You" he tells me and kisses me madly. There was such intensity in our actions, an urgency, a need and a desire.

Suddenly I'm lying on my stomach, and he's kissing my shoulders, my back, biting my butt, and I'm so turned on that I think I can come again just by the way he touches me.

"Like that... "he says.

But he doesn't tell me to get down on my hands and knees, he spreads my legs and I stay like that, open for him. I feel his fingers touching my core again. My God, those fingers!

I feel him inside me. He supports himself on his forearms, one on each side of my head, pushing himself to move and go deeper. Each time we do something different, I enjoy the sensations it brings me.

This position feels so intimate, so close, his body pressing down on me, trapping me in the bed, his weight feeling delicious, it makes me feel like I have no escape from what he is doing to me and I just want to stay here and let him do whatever he wants to me.

"Fuck...!" he groans and I shudder.

He rolls his hips and his movements become more and more intense, strong and deep, reaching places I thought impossible. I hear my own desperate cries every time he reaches a point that makes me tremble with pleasure, over and over again, as if he never gets tired of making me scream with lust.

When I think I can't take it anymore, one of his hands goes to my chest and strokes it hard while his hips slap my butt in a crazy rhythm.

"Ethan... more!" I moan as I'm about to pass out on the bed from the most extraordinary ecstasy I've ever had, he also comes, growls and rolls out of me to lie next to me.

We both look at each other and smile as if we're addicted to being together. I've never had as much sex in my life as I've had in the last few days, frankly, we can't be apart without touching every moment. It's a madness that I don't want to end.

"I love this city" I say with a sigh and he laughs.

"I think I love it too" he says, coming closer to me.

He hugs me to his chest, my new favorite way to sleep. We stay in silence for a while, just listening to his heartbeat, which is getting regular.

"You're very expressive in bed, did you know that? I mean… when sex is involved" He turns to look at me strangely.

"Really?" he asks me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you don't usually tell me much about what you're thinking or feeling, but when we're turned on, or in bed, or naked... you're much more expressive, you say what you really want" I tell him and he smiles.

"I never thought about that, never notice..." he says, and we are silent again. After a while, he speaks again.

"You know... taking advantage of the fact that I'm in bed with you and naked..." he says, and I laugh, he has a beautiful smile when he turns to me, now leaning on his arm.

"I have to admit that the first time we were here... I really wanted things to work out between us. It was... one of the best nights of my life. Having you Prissy was something I had dreamed of for a long time, and believe me, it was wonderful for me. Touching you, kissing you freely, knowing your body. God... being inside you... it was like a wonderful dream" he says, and my heart jumps like on a trampoline.

"Really?" I ask and he nods.

"It was very important for me too. I couldn't believe it had happened". I say and he smiles.

"To be honest... I really thought you regretted it" I say and his expression changes completely, now there is terror.

"How? Why? I would never regret it!"

"It's just that when I came back, you weren't in the bed... in the room, and I thought... I thought maybe you felt it was the heat of the moment, or that it was a mistake, and you wanted to run away" he looks at me seriously.

"I would never do that, Prissy... I just wanted to see if I could solve the problem with our flight and bring you some breakfast before you got up" he says and I feel a knot in my stomach.

I've been an idiot. Now that I know the truth, I realize that I have been a total bitch.

"I'm so sorry... you were so considerate and I..."

"Shh shh shh .... Princess, that is in the past. Let's just think about the future, okay? Will you tell me what you want when you want it? If you want me to stay with you or not, if you want breakfast, if you want to sleep or better watch TV..." he asksand he is right.

"I'll do it, I promise" he seems satisfied.

"And... will you tell me when you want to... you know... be with me?" he asks and I look at him doubtfully.

"I also want you to look for me, to seduce me... you know. A man wants to feel needed, too. I love to seduce you and look for you, but I would like to know if you want it too, you can tell me..." he says.

I go over to him and stroke his skin under the sheet, and he looks at me in amazement. I caress his belly, his chest, I recognize his body, which is already so familiar to me.

His broad back, his strong shoulders, his arms, his hands, his neck, his hair, his legs and between his legs, and he closes his eyes and breathes through his teeth.

"You're not the only one who feels this madness, Ethan. I need you all the time, too," I whisper into his ear as I continue to caress him.

"Fuck..." he says between sighs.

"I'll never leave, baby.. trust me" he adds as we kiss again, and the night seems to never end.