Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 57

"I do..." I say.

"What you mean, my love?" he asks.

"I do love...Ethan... I've always love you" I confess, watching him smile in a way I’ve never seen before.

"For real? Do you feel the same?" he asks, surprised, as he can't believe it. I nod.

"Yes... and I want more too..." my breath catches, and my legs tremble as he moves closer, intensifying the emotions we share.

He closes the remaining distance between us in seconds, and I feel his strong body against mine, lifting me off my feet as if he were a storm sweeping me away. I’m overwhelmed by his scent, the heat of his body, the rhythm of his breathing, and the wild beating of his heart. This moment is pure euphoria, I've never been so happy in my entire life.

“You love me…” he whispers and he pulls me along effortlessly until we crash into the balcony wall. He captures my lips in a ravenous, desperate kiss that ignites every part of me, and I respond with equal fervor.

“I love you” I repeat and one of his hands cradles the back of my neck, maintaining the kiss, while the other trails down my back. His hips press into mine, his knees bumping against my legs, pushing me harder against the wall, keeping me completely trapped between his body and the wall—a wonderful cage from which I never want to escape.

This feels so right, as it must be. Two people in love, two souls that love each other.

His lips claim mine, playfully nibbling my lower lip, making me gasp loudly as his nose brushes against mine.

I can't hear anything else and am completely indifferent to my surroundings. For me, the world could explode at this moment and I wouldn't care, as if an invisible chain connected us and made us inseparable.

The kiss continues passionately as he caresses my dress, and I don't want it to end, but I have to clarify something.

"Ethan... I just need some time, you know... to tell everyone, your family... at work" I explain, noticing that his face is flushed from our kiss.

"Of course baby... whatever you need" he says smiling.

He loves me, it's the only thing I can think of... he has feelings for me, my love is returned... after so many years.

"I want to be with you… I don't want to let you right now. But we need to go back to the party. However… would you come home with me... when the wedding is over? I need you... please come with me" he asks, and I nod.

"I need you too, " I say, and he bites his lips sensually.

During the party, we are inseparable. We dance, chat with his parents, hug Lily and William, eat dinner, and at every turn Ethan caresses my hand under the table, intertwines his fingers with mine, whispers words of love in my ear, and I am overjoyed.

"I want to do so many things to you... that dress... "

When the party ends, the bride and groom have long since left for their honeymoon, and we go to his apartment, he holds my hand, and he call a taxi, as we kiss inside. It has been a long party with many emotions, but the tension between the two is palpable.

Then his cellphone rings and he goes to his office, is small with a comfy leather couch.

"Just give me a moment, baby... is from the office. Just a few minutes" he says siting on the couch in this office, and proceed, absentmindedly, to talk on his cell phone, and I watch him.

“Yes… I know… I need a resume of the matter”

I never thought my life would take this turn, I never imagined this outcome. Ethan told me that he is in love with me. Since when? I would have liked to have known sooner, but I guess I didn't give him much of a choice.

But, I didn't want to talk to him, I built a wall around myself, I avoided him, I made rules for seeing each other, for relating to each other. He started to see some papers in his desk while I come closer.

“Just… we need to control the situation… I don't want mistakes” he says seriously.

I wanted my feelings to be free, for him to know everything I've always felt for him. The truth of our past would come out, it was inevitable, but I think we could work it out... Right? Together. Always together.

While he is still on the phone, I walk up to him, and he smiles at me. Without taking my eyes off him, I take off my shoes, my jewelry and put it on the table. He sighs and I continue.

I put my hands behind my back, to the zipper of my dress, and little by little. I begin to take it off, until it is a puddle of fabric at my feet. The dress I loved so much, the dress he told me I looked sexy in.

“I… yes… just talk to her” he murmurs.

Ethan's mouth falls open and for a moment. I can tell that his cell phone call has stopped as well, because I can hear the other person's voice asking if he is still there. I smile happily.

"Yes... yes... I'm right here" he says nervously on the couch.

He's looking at me, I'm only in my black underwear. Never in my life had I thought of doing something like this, I had never been so exposed on my own initiative.

"I have to do something... I mean... yeah... I can't talk right now. Something urgent is happening. Take care of it, ASAP" he mutters on the phone and the call ends.

"Priscilla..."

I take a few steps towards him and when I'm close enough, I take off my bra, covering my breasts, and I feel his breathing accelerate.

"My god..." never in my life have I felt so sexy and wanted as I do right now. I love my whole body, I'm proud of my curves, my shapes, they make me feel powerful, I like the reaction they provoke in him.

"Are you tired?" I ask him coquettishly.

"Of course not... damn... you are fucking gorgeous... you have me in your hands... do you know what you are doing to me? Do you want to drive me crazy?" He claims tense. I laugh at his desperation.

"Maybe..." I say, moving closer, exposing my breasts, and he sighs, biting his lips.

I untie my hair with my hands and my hair falls in small waves. I take a few steps towards him, and I'm standing between his legs, stroking his hair, my hands go around his shoulders, down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, and he leans his head back with pleasure on the back of the sofa, his heart beating desperately.

"Fuck" he whispers when my fingers now go to his lips, and he sucks on my thumb, and I give him a teasing look.

Then my fingertips run like a river down his chest, his arms, his abs, tracing the lines of his body. Next I go down his legs, leaning on his thighs, and he lets me do what I want, lets me decide everything, while he looks at me with desire.

"This is torture, do you want to torture me Prissy?" he asks.

“I want you…” I reply.

I leaned in, working my way from his mouth, across his jaw, around his earlobe, I was rewarded by a shudder from Ethan and his hands went to my thighs, tightening convulsively around my body.

My hair is disheveled, my breasts heaving with every movement. He urges me on, encourages me to start this dance and, without taking his eyes off me, leans over and plants a kiss on my navel, on my stomach, on my belly, on my thighs.

Then he hooks his thumbs into my underwear and goes down, using his fingers to touch me while his hands reach my ankles, until I lift my feet, and I'm ready for him.

I lean in to kiss him without touching him, pulling his lips between mine, nuzzling his nose with mine. When his hands are squeezing my breasts, I quickly take his wrists and put them behind his head.

"No, wait..."

"But I want to touch you" I hear him sigh, irritated, but he doesn't move, he follows my implicit orders.

I'm in power and Ethan seems to be a simple spectator, waiting for me to do what I want with him. I can almost feel my whole body throbbing as I finally move carefully over him, my hands holding his behind his head.

"You are a goddess, my love..." he gasps.

Each of my legs is at his side, and I'm completely naked on his lap and he can't touch me. And it turns me on to be in control and the way he looks at me.

I bring my breasts close to his face, and he takes advantage of it by licking, kissing and taking little bites. I start to move gently on top of him, rubbing against his lap, and hear him moan.

"I can't take it baby... please" he begs, but I kiss him boldly, entering his mouth, biting his lips, kissing his neck and reveling in his body as our fingers are intertwined as I feast on his skin, still rubbing against him.

Now I take his hands and place them on my breasts so that he can caress me as he pleases.

"Yes... Fuck... yes!" he embraces me possessively, wildly, as if nothing were enough, as if it would never be enough, as if he must have me as close as possible.

A few seconds later, his hands go between my legs, wide open for him, and he puts a finger inside. I love the feel of his fingers there, the movements he makes, how he knows where to touch me, and I let out a moan of pleasure.

"Prissy...you're squeezing my fingers so hard, baby...you're so ready for me"

"I've wanted you all night Ethan," I tell him as I undo his belt, the zipper of his pants, I hear him hiss through his teeth as he sees me take off his dick and is ready for me.

My hair is falling to the sides and my skin is on fire, I can tell I'm getting red little by little. As I sit on him and take him, we both gasp, mine sounding more like a desperate scream.

His eyes sparkle when he sees me and when I start to move I feel my stomach quiver and my breathing get out of control. He leans into me, cupping my breast in his hands as I continue to rock my hips, gently stroking his hair.

We move faster and faster together, and I moan and sigh with pleasure, finding my own rhythm, feeling him inside me, massaging all the places deliciously. He grabs my hips hard now, speeding me up, and by God... I'll never get tired of being with him.

"Harder baby, harder... fuck me harder, I need you... God!" he says between moans, his face red and resting between my breasts that are jumping.

I run my hands over his skin until I am trembling on top of him. Ethan tightens his grip on my hips and for a few maddening minutes he gives me one intense thrust after another, and I scream.

He lets out a desperate cry and comes inside me. I remain with my head on his shoulder, and he caresses the line of my spine, every part of my body, while he whispers silly words of love, of sweetness, of thanks for being with him, for making him feel this way, for accepting him.