“Just trying to de-stress you,” he says.
“It’s working,” I admit.
He switches back to my right hand, and somehow it feels even better. I’m so distracted by how good my hands have started to feel that I don’t even notice that Ethan has leaned in to kiss me.
At first, I’m startled when his lips connect with mine, but I’m so relaxed from his hand massage that I don’t resist. I kiss Ethan back, without even thinking about all the reasons I had in mind, that I always have in mind, for why we shouldn’t get physical. He lets go of my hand and I put my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. I press my body against his and just like before, just like every time ever, it feels so good to be close to him, to feel his body and his heat. Ethan’s hands begin to move over me, and I feel myself getting more and more turned on by the moment, it’s impossible to even remember why I told him we shouldn’t get physical.
Ethan deepens the kiss, his tongue probing my mouth, his hands caressing me everywhere. I break away from his lips, breathless, and dip down to the column of his throat, where I can smell some of his cologne and the underlying scent of his body heat. I kiss the spot just above his pulse, nibbling it playfully.
“Should we go to the bedroom?” he asks.
It takes the words a minute to register in my foggy mind.
“No, no, let’s stay out here,” I say. I want Ethan, and by now I can’t talk myself out of being with him again, but the idea of having sex with him in his bed — his marital bed — is too far, even for me.
Ethan pauses, and then kisses me lightly on the lips.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he murmurs, even as he reaches down to start to pull my dress shirt free of the skirt I’m wearing it with. In a matter of moments, I’ve forgotten all about Alexis and my heartbreak and why it’s a terrible idea to hook up with my widowed brother-in-law. Instead all I can think about is how good he feels, tastes and smells, and how much I want him.
Ethan manages to get my shirt off me, tugging it free of my skirt and then unbuttoning it just enough to get it over my head. He breaks away from my lips to nuzzle against my breasts, reaching around to my back to unhook my bra and then lifting my breasts free of the cups to bring one and then the other up to his mouth. I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair, as he worships me with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking each of my nipples in turn until they’re hardened into little pebbles. Each touch of his mouth sends little jolts of pleasure seemingly straight to my pussy.
I’m already soaking wet by the time I get his shirt off him, and I can feel the pressure mounting deep down between my hips. Ethan presses me backwards and I let myself fall onto the couch, my skirt riding up as he covers my body with his. He slides a hand up my skirt and I spread my legs a little wider to let him get to where I want to feel him most. Ethan rubs me through the fabric of my panties and I moan, pushing my hips down for better contact.
We lie like that for a while, touching each other, kissing each other, and my body heats up more and more as I get steadily more turned on by the moment. I get Ethan’s fly open and reach in around the waistband of his boxers, to wrap my fingers around his thick, hard cock. It feels just as good in my hand as ever, and I want more than anything right now to have it inside me. But for the moment I stroke and rub him, even as Ethan gets my skirt up over my hips and my panties down over them.
He begins to play with me while I work him with my hands, both of us getting more and more turned on by the moment as we lie there on the couch, and before too long I almost can’t even stand it. I’m so on edge, inner muscles flexing in tight little spasms, soaking wet from Ethan’s touches and kisses that I want to beg him to just get to the main event. But I’m also enjoying the sound of his groans of pleasure every time my thumb rubs against the tip of his erection, spreading more of the sticky-slick pre-cum that has already begun to leak down over the shaft.
“I think we’re both more than ready to move on,” Ethan says, panting a bit as his fingers slow down against my clit. I nod, breathless, too turned on to even speak.
We both scramble to get out of the last of our clothes, and I wriggle around and about until Ethan is on his back on the couch, and I’m on top of him. He seems happy enough to have me above him, to judge by the gleam in his eyes as I straddle his hips and slowly rub my soaking wet folds along the length of his cock. Ethan reaches up and cups my breasts in his hands, giving them a light squeeze, and I grin, feeling almost high from how intensely I want him inside me.
I shift on top of Ethan and reach down between our bodies to guide the tip of his cock up against my inner labia. I probably, definitely, should have thought of protection, but I’m so far gone that once again it doesn’t even cross my mind. Instead I just sink down onto him, inch by inch, moaning as I feel
