Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 71

“Is that true? Really, Baby?” he says, and I kiss him.

His lips feel soft, and the aroma of his body surrounds me while my hands are on his neck. Ethan draws me towards him, savoring me.

“Of course! I’ve loved you, Ethan, for years,” I tell him and start to laugh softly, and he looks at me, pleased.

“How could I not? I love how you cook, the detail you put into each dish; I love how focused you are on your work and that little wrinkle that forms on your forehead when you do it,” I say, caressing the little V-shaped wrinkle while he looks at me delighted.

“I love your big and soft hands, your kisses, the way you walk so elegantly, your side smile. I have loved you for years since I was a little girl! For me, there was no better man in the world than you! You are impossible to resist… Ethan, is how not to love you?” He gives me the biggest and most sincere smile I’ve seen him give so far, and it’s contagious, so perfect that it radiates happiness. My man is happy because I love him.

He gives me a wonderful kiss, a kiss of happiness, of celebration. I had never had a kiss like this, as if it were the first kiss we gave each other and the last one, mixed into one. His lips take mine with delight, and his hands roam over my body. There is no rush, no shame, just complete bliss. We are together, finally

“I thought you hated me… that you would never forget me, never ever in my life would I imagine that you loved me… that you would have those feelings. You complete my world, and I don’t even want to think about that world without you. I adore you, my Priscilla,” he says between passionate kisses.

He goes down to my neck, he presses me against him, and his lips go over the delicate skin with force and insistence, leaving love bites. Suddenly, I want to tell him everything I feel, everything that I adore about him.

“You were the most adorable boy in the world… I wanted to follow you wherever you went. It bothered me not to study with you in the same classroom. At my house, I practiced trying to be as good as you in video games, in sports, in everything… you were my idol,” I confess with a hoarse voice, and I can feel how he smiles while he keeps kissing my neck.

“And when you came back from Europe… you were the most beautiful teenage boy in the world, the kindest, and I… I was dying for you to invite me to prom… I even had a dress chosen and everything,” I tell him, and he looks at me, surprised.

“Is that true?” he asks me sadly, and I nod.

“I would have loved to go with you,” he confesses.

Suddenly, I feel a burning smell, and so does he. Ethan stops and leaves me to run to the oven, which he turns off, both of us laughing as hard as we can. My poor blueberry pie!

“Oh nooo, it was a surprise!” I said, still laughing.

“You are everything I want, Prissy,” he looks at me happily and takes my lips with his in a ravenous and desperate kiss that lights up every inch of me, and immediately I respond with the same speed.

Ethan holds me in his arms, cornering me against the wall, his hands seizing me, taking everything in their path, flooding me with his scent, the heat of his body, the rise and fall of his chest breathing heavily, and the wild beating of his heart.

One of his hands is behind my neck, keeping the kiss, and the other runs along my back, his hips imprison mine, pressing me. I feel how he presses me more and more against the wall and I feel him hard. I’m trapped and begging not to be free.

“I wanted to be your first kiss… make love to you, only to you,” he confesses while I caress his back, and we both take a deep breath when one of his hands goes up my thigh and slips through my dress. It makes me sigh how warm it feels.

“I would have loved to touch you and kiss you… only you, my Ethan, my beloved Ethan,” I sigh, vibrating. His mouth is on my cleavage, and his hands deepen their exploration of my body.

With just a couple of moves, he turns me to face the wall. He brushes my hair aside, and his hands become more insistent on their trail. He introduces his hands through my dress and cups my breasts, caressing with dedication.

I lean my head towards his shoulder, closing my eyes, letting out a small moan while I just want to cry, just to feel his hands on me again. Ethan keeps kissing me, touching me, rubbing his erection against me, and all the sensations are insane.

“You’re the only woman I’ve loved like this in my entire life… I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Prissy,” he whispers to me while he separates my legs with his feet, and an electric current runs through my body just thinking how open I am for him.

“And in all our ridiculous agreement… there was not a single time when I didn’t make love to you, with affection and devotion, my love,” he tells me with intensity, and I moan with pleasure. His hand lifts the skirt of my dress, and without preamble, his hands are inside my panties, cupping my core, and I feel my legs tremble.

“I couldn’t believe that you wanted me… no one ever touched me like that, kissed me like that… loved me like you did. And there will never be anyone like you,” I tell him, and he gasps in my ear as he begins to caress me with his fingers, touching all those sensitive spots that drive me crazy.

I want to open my legs wider for him to explore as he wishes, and at the same time, I want to close them and trap his sinful fingers in me. The bulge in his pants hardens more and more; he gasps as he rubs against my ass.

When he inserts a finger, a sound comes out of my mouth that I honestly don’t even recognize. He proceeds to move it and add another while the heel of his hand stimulates that magical spot so deliciously that I come so hard that he has to hold me.

“Prissy… you’re squeezing my fingers so tight, baby… you’re so ready for me. I can’t take it anymore,” he says hoarsely and turns me back, kissing me.

My hands go from one side to the other on his back, and he wastes no time, caressing over my dress until they rest on my thighs. In a single movement, he lifts me up, and with my legs, I hug his waist.

It seems that we move; I really don’t know because all my attention is on everything that my hands touch of him, while I dedicate myself to kissing him, playing with his lips, and holding his face as if I finally had the most dreamed desire.

He holds me under my thighs, and I feel his fingers digging into my skin in a grip as if his life depended on it, then taking advantage of squeezing my ass in his hands. I feel his hardness against me, and it is a wonderful promise.

“Ummm Prissy?” he stops in the middle of the living room, still holding me, and I leave his lips for a second and stare at him, smiling. His face is flushed, and he looks incredibly happy, and I laugh softly.

“My room is at the end on the right, Mr. Fairfax,” I smile at him, and he automatically follows the indicated path.

“It was the place that I wanted to know the most since I entered… but I was embarrassed to ask in case you didn’t accept me back,” he tells me between laughs, and I feel the vibration of his throat while I kiss his neck.

“You will always be welcome wherever I am,” I tell him between kisses, and he follows the direction.

When we get to the room, Ethan enters into a desperate game of taking off his clothes, shoes, socks, shirt, everything at once, and I laugh watching him as I take off my dress, my underwear, and I look at him: his golden hair, his chest, his flushed face, his bright eyes. Good God. There is nothing in the world more beautiful to me than what I am looking at right now. I go over his body from head to toe as if recognizing a work of art. His intense gaze is on me, like he had forgotten how I looked and wants to remember.

“So fucking beautiful… I thought I would never see you like this again, and I suffered with that thought. You are the woman of my dreams, Prissy,” he tells me, and is very close to me, and I feel his softness, his strength, and I am in a delicious delirium.

Ethan sits on the bed and helps me sit on top of him. He hugs me madly, and we both moan as he joins me. My body adjusts to his size, and I felt so full, so complete, his hardness throbbing inside me.

My head arches back from the sensation, and he encloses me in his arms again, he grabs my hips, each movement a delirium and an ordeal at the same time.

I feel how my hair falls on my back; he entangles his hands in my locks while he kisses my chest, my neck, my ear, and goes back down. Time passes in this frenzy, and my body feels exhausted from so many emotions.

"So. Fucking. Delicious..." he moaned through clenched teeth. I move with him, my breasts wiggle, and he places his head between them as he squeezes my ass.

"Ethan... oh God!" I feel like I'm going to lose my mind, saying his name over and over again. I feel so close that I think I'm going to explode into a thousand pieces.

"Look at me, baby... look at me, please," he asks me, and there I get lost, I come in a big explosion that takes away all my strength.

I haven't finished my climax when my back is on the bed, and I feel his weight on me. I try to breathe and hold onto him. With each roll of his hips comes a snort from him, each thrust more intense than the other, as if he wants to get everything out of me, desperately and madly.

We both cry until our bodies tense, he screams my name, and he falls exhausted on the bed, a tangle of legs, hands, kisses, and hair everywhere.

I wanted to make up for lost time, and so I did. Every shape, every curve, every part of him was at my mercy, he´s mine.

I tried to make up for the beautiful lost moments when every inch of his skin was away from me.

I stole caresses and kisses as if there were no tomorrow, out of desire and partly out of fear, with the terror of losing him again.

But that won't happen again, not anymore.