Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 55

I wish everything in life could be like this, like when we're on vacation. Our only worries are: Where are we going to eat? What places will we visit today? What am I going to wear? Will I wear sandals or sneakers? Is it going to rain or is the sun going to come out?

But everything comes back, reality comes back like a boomerang. But instead of feeling sad, I'm strangely happy. It's probably because my routine is really great: breakfast with Suzy, going to work and talking to Nancy, learning from Clark, meeting with Lily and the Fairfaxes in the afternoon to work out the final details of the wedding.

My day usually ends with dinner with Ethan and sleeping in his arms. So I have more reason to be happy than to complain.

After the trip, we came back closer than ever, and I am already fully committed to this relationship. My heart is completely his, I can't lie anymore. I don't care if I fall into a heart break; I have no choice. I just have to try to build a future with him.

Or maybe just live from day to day without thinking about what will happen or where we are going. Yes, without a doubt, that must be the best option.

I don't get anywhere thinking too much, especially about things I seem to have no control over. Maybe the luck will change in my favor, maybe I can forget the past between him and me.

It's hard to think about the past when all I've been thinking about all day is him, seeing him, kissing him, and if I'm lucky, making love to him all night. God... I just want to get my hands on him. I miss him terribly, and I haven't seen him in a few days.

As soon as I arrive at his apartment, Ethan greets me with a lovely kiss. It's a soft, sweet kiss that says: you're home, you're perfect, I've been waiting for you all day.

I hear a sigh come out of his mouth and I think he feels the same. He stays for a while, giving shorter kisses, holding my cheek, playing with my lips, while I stay still, breathing, savoring his kisses.

"You look great, my Prissy," he says as we part.

I have a simple but elegant dress, black, soft and very comfortable. It's the kind of thing I wear when I want to feel good.

It's so wonderful when something is comfortable and looks good on you, isn't it? My hair is in a little bun, which makes me look elegant.

"I had a meeting with a new client," I explain.

"The new coffee shop downtown?" he asks me, still with his hands on my waist. I nod.

"If it weren't for the fact that dinner is almost ready... I'd go straight to dessert," he tells me mischievously.

"Is that so?" I tell him and he nods.

"Yes... although you have a look that... makes me think that dinner is for later," he tells me seductively, biting his lip.

I remember him telling me to tell him what I want, when I want, and that he likes to be seduced. So I kiss him again, this time I take the lead.

"I want dessert first," I tell him firmly...caressing his neck and starting to unbutton his shirt, I see him smile with pleasure.

"Fuck baby...dessert first then..." he murmurs.

My hands run up and down his back, and he wastes no time caressing me over my dress until his hands land on my butt.

He takes my lips in a voracious and desperate kiss that ignites every inch of me, and I immediately respond with equal intensity. One of his hands is on the back of my neck, holding the kiss as if I would break away, and another is squeezing my ass. My hips move against him, his knees collide with my legs, and I pull him closer and closer.

His lips absorb mine, he playfully bites my lower lip and I gasp loudly, his nose goes back and forth, brushing against mine. Suddenly I pull him back, and he pulls away from me, leaving my lips for a second and I stare at him smiling, his face is flushed, and he looks incredibly happy and I giggle.

"The room is at the end on the right, Princess," he tells me smiling, assuming that I have forgotten where his bedroom is. I smile and automatically lead him to the way he indicated.

When we are in the middle of the room, all I can think about is touching his skin. He took a few steps to remove his shoes and struggled with the buttons on the cuffs of his blue shirt.

They don't seem to want to come out as he fights them, he looks funny with half a shirt hanging from his wrist and the stubborn buttons.

Laughing I help him unbutton them, and he goes to his pants, his underwear, until he is completely naked in all his glory... for me.

I take a few steps back to admire the beautiful scenery: his messy hair, a golden lock falls on his forehead, his pink face, his mouth open, gasping for breath, his bright eyes, his long legs, his strong arms. I looked at his body from head to toe as if I recognized the man of my dreams.

He stares at me, giving me time to make a move, but I can see he doesn't want to wait. In seconds, I'm closer, and I'm already touching his sides, feeling the bones of his ribs, the muscles of his abs and the structure of his back as I kiss his chest and he removes the hairpins from my hair and I hear him sigh.

"Prissy... my beautiful Prissy... you're going to drive me crazy," he tells me, whispering as I caress his thighs and crotch. I can feel how hard he is... is amazing.

After letting go of my hair while I am entertained by his shapes, his hands are on the zipper of my dress, and he pulls it completely off, in seconds my underwear joins the collection of fabric on the floor. At this point he reaches down and starts a race to kiss every part of me while I stand holding on to him, gasping, trying to breathe while his mouth and hands are all over me.

His mouth lingers on my chest, I feel his fingers inspecting me, and he leans down to kiss my neck, going deeper. Then he continues down as he forces me to spread my legs, and he begins to separate my lips with his fingers and lick them as he watches me and I scream from the sudden rush of pleasure. My stomach trembles as he continues his caresses and licks.

"Ethan... please" I beg him several times to let me caress him, but he turns a deaf ear, as if he has proposed to recognize every part of my center.

"Ethan!" I scream desperately, and he answers my call, taking my hand and leading me to the bed where he lies down, inviting me to take what I want from him.

I can't believe I have such a temptation in front of me. I lean over him, running my mouth and hands all over his chest and abdomen, exploring every nook and cranny, and he is tense and desperate like a caged wild animal.

"Come here Prissy...take me," he tells me in a ragged voice as I caress him between his legs, and he begs me to stop, clenching his teeth as if he can't take it anymore.

His eyes burn me as he helps me to sit on him. My legs are at his sides and I feel as if everything is suddenly on fire. I climbed on top of him, and he moaned as he aligned his stiff length against my core, and a cry escaped my own lips as I slowly settled back to get used to the feel of him inside me.

I looked down and met his eyes, now dark with lust. His teeth were clenched as if he was trying to control himself. I leaned forward and placed my hands on his rock hard chest. He sat down and hugged me madly, and I lost myself as I felt him move inside of me.

"My God, you're so hard... you feel so good" I said between moans, and he pressed my ass against him. I've never tried this position before and my God... the stretch, the depth, the fullness, the feeling of his body pressed against me feels better, more intense than ever.

As I began to move, the look on his face made me feel powerful. I used my hands to support myself as I rode him. Slowly at first, and then... oh my... faster as I followed my own pleasure. His flushed face is between my breasts, his hand massaging them as they move with the rocking of my hips. I cling to his neck, running my fingers and nails through his hair.

"Ohh God baby..." he moans, my head arching back from the sensation, and he pulls me back into his arms as he grips my hips tightly, guiding me, every movement a delirium and an ordeal at the same time.

I feel my hair fall down my back, and he takes me to support me, tangling his hands in my hair as he kisses my chest, my neck, my ear, and goes down again.

Time passes in this frenzy, and my body feels exhausted from so many emotions and how he feels inside me. He reaches a place inside me that feels so good that I rub against him in a way that drives me crazy. Ethan takes my swollen breasts in his hands, and I hear him moan as he feels me so close.

"Baby... look at me," he tells me and right then I get lost, like in a parallel universe, in a big explosion that takes away all my strength and I feel like I'm exploding into a thousand pieces like a star.

In a matter of seconds he is moving me, changing positions and my back is on the bed and I feel his weight on me. I hold on to his back with what little strength I have left as he enters me again hard, and I hear him moaning louder as he sinks me deeper and deeper into the bed.

He keeps going in and out of me, desperate and frantic, and I just moan as I squeeze my legs together so he doesn't get away from me. With every movement of his hips, every roll, every thrust in and out, there is a moan from him and a scream from me that grows in intensity.

Finally, our bodies tense and I cling to his strong shoulders as ecstasy overwhelms me again. It is more intense than ever, coming from deep within my core and taking over every cell in my body in a prolonged period of pure bliss.

"Priscilla... God!" he yells as he comes deep inside me, hard and hot.

We fall exhausted onto the bed, a tangle of legs, hands, kisses and hair everywhere. For a few seconds I feel like I am in the warmest place in the world, feeling loved, his hands caressing me, the warmth of his body protecting me, every muscle of his touching every curve of mine, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle.

I hear his breathing calming and on my neck. I feel his lips, like a little morning dew, on my eyelids, my jaw, my nose, and it seems that I am in heaven.

The world could end right now and we wouldn't know it.