Ethans Fal (24 page)

She slides a little further away and I hate the distance but it is probably for the best. This might not be easy but it doesn’t have to be more complicated. “And I’ll sort myself out in the meantime.” She sighs and runs her hand down between her breasts gently cupping between her legs. My mouth drops at the hottest image and sexiest sound I have witnessed.
Shit!
She’s going to do that…right now…right in front of me…and I’ve just told her I’m not going to fuck her. Shit, I hate going back on my word. The moonlight has cast enough light that I can watch with perfect clarity the undulations of her body as she strokes and rubs her fingers up and down the centre of herself. Her other hand alternates between squeezing her own thighs to drawing her fingers under her T-shirt and massaging her breasts. I can see her fingers work her nipples, even under the cover of the shirt, I know that’s what she’s doing. She jolts and sits upright, hooking the shirt over her head. Only a moment break in her endeavours to drive me insane, before she is sighing and gasping and making all the wrong sounds. Those noises are only right when I draw them from her body.

I am going to cave. I know I am but I am going to make sure she is begging me to, before I do. I kick the covers back and shove my shorts down my legs and onto the floor. She freezes beside me, her gaze fixed on me. Her eyes widen and she sucks in a breath when I slowly start to fist some of the pressure from my erection. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, several strokes and I feel the bed shift when she turns on her side to face me. Her tiny hand held against the apex of her legs but not moving. If she feels a fraction of the lust that’s coursing through me, her hand is just trying to contain the insurmountable pent up arousal. Her hand reaches over but the move was involuntary and she snatches it back. “Something you want, angel?” I ask, as my thumb sweeps over the tip of my cock, which is wet, and I feel a deep shudder in my balls. I close my eyes and picture her hand, her mouth…her–.

“Ethan, you know what I want. I can promise you this will never be more than sex, if it helps?” She swallows thickly, her breath washes over my skin. I can taste her eagerness in the intoxicating air around us and she can see my resolve disintegrate at her words. “Please, Ethan.” And there it is, my lips curl and she begs once more but this time with feeling. “Please, Ethan, I need this.” Her hand covers mine and she applies enough pressure to get my full attention. “Nothing more…this is enough.” I cover her lips with my urgent mouth, my tongue dives to steal the poison from her words. I want more than that from her.

I slam the bedside drawer shut, rip the condom packet and hold the edge in my teeth. Kneeling between her thighs I hook and slide her down the bed. Her back is slightly arched and her core just lined up against my cock. Her whole body trembles as I carefully roll the condom on. I have never once considered not doing this but I hesitate enough to cause a look of worry flashes on her face.

“I can’t get pregnant but I don’t know where you’ve been…no offence.” She looks only slightly apologetic.

“Completely fucking offensive, Ada. Would you like it if I said the same or that you might be lying about getting pregnant?” She closes her eyes and there is instant sorrow and tension in her face. I stroke the anguish from her brow and she leans into my hand. “Angel, I just want to be
that
close to you I had to think twice because I have never, that’s all. I’ll wear it if you want?” Her eyes hold a residue of water that she blinks away and her lips curl in the cutest smile I just want to consume. I have to kiss her while I wait for her answer. My lips have to touch her softness, even more seductive that the corners hold the salty taste of a single tear. No, this isn’t complicated at all. This is quantum physics and nuclear fission simple.

“No condom, Ethan.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I snap the condom off and throw it somewhere behind me. She giggles but gasps, and grabs the headboard when I slide deep into her tight wet core. Her thighs tense to prevent me going all the way in, but I growl and push harder. I need to be buried so deep I am all she feels for days, weeks, forever. Her fingernails prick my skin and she digs hard into my thighs as I lunge deeper into her. Harder, more urgent, like my next breath depends on the depth of my next thrust. I hook her thighs over my forearms and she rolls up onto her shoulders. Her eyes widen with caution at the new angle. She breathes out in tiny little pants and places her hands on my torso, like that is going to stop me. I roll my hips and sink a little deeper. She sucks in a cry, squeaking from the back of her throat. God, she is so tight and hot around my cock, I am not going to last.

I put my thumb against her lips and she sucks in a sharp breath. I groan from the base of my spine. The erotic sensations of her tongue wrapping around my digit mainlines to my balls. I drag it out from between her mouth, catches the pad with her teeth and her lips curl in a sinful grin. That mischievous smile so wickedly playful. I place my damp thumb on her damper clit, swollen and pulsing beneath my touch. My other hand secures her hips against my relentless pumping.
Fuck, she feels so good.
I could die right now and not regret a single thing in my life. Her frenetic gasps and the way her hands fist the sheets and then grip my thighs, I know she is close. Her muscles start to spasm around my cock and I am suspended in that moment of choice: Do I follow her or do I draw this out? Fuck it! I am going to do both. She starts to fall apart, tight edges fray and drift apart, her eyes focus on me and the colour is like staring into the deepest ocean teaming with life and mystery. I press myself just that little but deeper, hitting the end of womb. She briefly squeezes her eyes and every muscle in her body is taut and primed. Long, sensual moments when she is contorted with pleasure I just look at her, completely spellbound by her beauty.

My climax is sedate by comparison but it does mean I am still fucking rock hard when I withdraw. Her limp body is also pliant and supple. She flops onto her side releasing an unashamed sigh that is loud enough to wake the neighbours. She doesn’t look like she has the energy to hold herself in any position other than prone. I hook one arm under her tummy, lift her enough to push three of my larger pillows under her hips. Her eyes are closed but they open when I position myself right behind her and grab two handfuls of almost perfect arse.

“Ethan?” She mumbles her query but still hasn’t opened her eyes. They do widen when I poke my cock between her cheeks and she clenches when I run the full length of her core from clit to puckered hole. She can relax, that is no fun unless she is wide awake and willing. This is more like over indulging in sleepy sex and I’m not nearly done.

“Yes, angel?” I reply, and nudge the tip of my cock inside. She gasps and is instantly sentient.

“I thought you finished too?” She twists and her frown is comical enough I laugh out.

“I did, thank you.” I sink a little deeper and her eyes roll with pleasure. “Can you walk?” I bite back my laugh at her confusion this time.

“Sorry, can I walk? Hmmm…” She moans and pushes back to meet my gentle intrusion on her sleep. “Yes, Ethan, I can walk.” She huffs but it still sounds like a lust filled groan.

“Then we’re not finished.” I slap the unmarked smooth white skin of her arse, imprinting my red palm with a fierce strike. Now it’s perfect.

I finally let her sleep but it is nearer to morning before I had sated my demands. I have to credit her stamina, although she could have fallen asleep after her first climax, she didn’t. She kept up with me and even the slightest sensual stroke had her panting in my palm. She is so fucking responsive and I can’t seem to get enough.
I
might not be able to walk today. Unlike Ada, I haven’t fallen back to sleep because the sunrise is casting an ethereal glow through the muslin blinds. The light kisses Ada’s skin and makes her look like an angel. This is so complicated. How do I make this
not
complicated, and do I even want to? I trace my finger along her spine down to where the covers hug her backside. She is lying on her front, her arms tucked underneath her body clasped together as if in prayer. I wonder what she prays for; if it’s somewhere safe to stay, I intend to sort that today. If it’s something else…well, I want to sort that too. The bands on her wrist are scrunched further up her arm and I can see the numbers more clearly.
21.04.11,
I hope she got her money back on that tatt, it is the worse lettering I have ever seen. I stroke my thumb and feel the raised surface where the cowboy that did it went too deep, scarring the tissue below the surface.

So what’s her story? Do I even want to find out? What to do …what to do? I honestly don’t know because I don’t know what I want. I don’t know anything about Ada and I would have to be a fucking idiot to go down that road again after Kit’s secrets and lies. But there is something, I just wish I could trust my own judgement. I shake my head at the temptation of that path. No…No relationships…An easy, simple life with lots of uncomplicated sex. I just have to make sure Ada meant what she said and is really on the same page, because it seems the only thing I am sure of is, I only want to have the ‘lots of sex’ with her.

She makes this little hiccup sound and I watch transfixed as rivers of tears burst from her closed eyes and her body shakes. Her hand grips her tummy and her face is distorted with obvious pain. Her cries are silent from her mouth but her sobs wrack her body. “Shhh, shh, Ada. Angel, wake up.” I gently rock her shoulders and try to bring her back to me…to now. She startles awake; the shock and panic are gone with a flash of relief. She throws her arms around my neck and practically climbs up my body, curling into ball and hugging the breath from me. My arms hold her but she is still shaking and her tears are now soaking my chest. “It’s just a dream, angel. Shhh, you’re all right. I’ve got you.” I kiss her hair and hold her tighter, her heart beating like a rabbit on the run. I whisper soothing shushing sounds, which seem to calm her but when her breathing has steadied and she tries to pull away, I fix my grip.

“Not a chance, angel…no running…no hiding. We talk…Now.”

She is sitting on the sofa in the living room, huddled, and swamped in my oversized sweater. She looks so lost and fragile. I can’t believe this is the same girl who demanded I fuck her not a few hours ago. She takes the hot chocolate from my hands and gazes out of the window. The early morning is an ever changing pallet of purple, azure, and pink. Tinged with the promised of brighter orange and yellow as the sun wins its battle over the nigh-time. I sit next to her but the distance is unacceptable.

“Hold your drink.” I scoop her into my lap careful not to jog her hands and scald us both. I encase her in my arms and wait. I don’t care how long I have to wait, but she is giving me something more than nothing. I may not have earned her whole story but I have earned more than her silence.

OH, GOD, I
am not strong enough to deal with this sweetness. Ethan has his arms so tight around me, I can barely breathe and it is just what I needed after that nightmare.

‘Jesus, Arti!’ Cal said ’What’s got you so horny?’ I dig him in the ribs with my knuckles and he lifts me carefully away from him. Since I got pregnant, he has treated me like I am made of china and now I am a week overdue and he is acting like I am going to break any second. That is kind of what I am hoping for, well at least for my water to break. I so want this baby out and I had read somewhere sex and cod liver oil can bring on labour. I couldn’t even bring the cod liver oil to my lips, so I am hoping Cal can forget for one moment that I am this precious cargo and fuck my brains out.