The hoot of a nearby owl in the trees outside echoes in the room as the whole world melts away. With his hands back on my waist, Ethan picks me up and pushes my back against the wall, continuing to probe my mouth with his tongue.
I fist the loose material on his shirt, pulling it out from his trousers and slipping it off his shoulder as he lowers me to the ground and lets it drop to the floor. Pulling away from me for a fraction of a second, maintaining eye contact the whole time, he grabs my hand and leads me across the room towards the bed.
Standing at the foot of his bed, my thoughts wander to the other women he's had in his bed. Women significantly more experienced and more confident than me. He looks at me with hungry eyes and all my doubts fade away.
None of it matters because when we're together he makes me feel like I'm the only thing that matters. Like I can do anything.
Placing the palms of my hands on his filigree inked chest, I push him down onto the bed so he's lying facing me, his knees bent so his feet at still planted on the creamy grey carpet beneath us. I stand, towering above him for once, my body burning up and my heart drumming against my chest.
Nervously, I slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it float to my feet, his eyes exploring my body as he inches himself up the bed towards the headboard.
Crawling up the bed on my hands and knees towards him, I straddle him, laying a trail of kisses over his chest, then leaning back, I run my fingers down his torso as they follow the contours of his six pack.
My fingers land on his belt, working hard to undo his buckle, popping it open and making easy work of his trouser fastenings before yanking them off, leaving him naked on the bed.
Both of us breathing heavily, I grip the bottom of his thick shaft and begin to stroke gently. He groans as I dip down, licking the small bead of pre-come that has formed on his tip before taking him into my mouth as far as he will go, stroking my tongue up the side as my lips move up and down his length. I swirl my fingers through the thin layer of curls that trail down from his belly button as he grows harder in my mouth then in an instant, he lets out a low growl and pulls me up the bed towards him, rolling us so he’s on top.
“You’re incredible.” He pants into my mouth as he kisses me, pushing my panties to one side as he dips a finger into my wetness and begins to rub my clit with his thumb. My hips roll towards him as a jolt of electricity makes my whole body shudder. He feels so good inside me.
He continues to massage and penetrate me with his fingers as my orgasm builds, my body writhing around underneath him as I fist the bed sheet below.
“Oh my… I’m…” There’s a deep aching in my stomach. I reach for the pillow, trying to cover my mouth enough to muffle the screams as my clenched muscles release and fireworks explode inside me.
Ethan stills, smirking at me as I remove the pillow from my face, then he trails his fingertips up my shaky inner thigh, making me squirm beneath him once again. He sits up, reaching for a condom from his bedside table and slides my panties down my legs. Tossing them to the floor as his body comes to rest above me, his tip teases my entrance before he gently thrusts into me, again… and again… and again.
“That… was… amazing.” She pants as we crash down onto the bed breathless. “You…are…amazing.”
“You were pretty fantastic yourself.” I smile as I watch her cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink.
Well, there’s no fucking way we can just be friends now!
I roll over to my back, scooping Mia up in my arms and pulling her closer into my embrace as she traces her fingers over my tattoos, letting them rest on the all-seeing eye in the middle of my chest. Drawing her chin up with my fingers, I kiss her on the forehead, wondering what I did to be lucky enough to find her.
“Ethan?” My heart drops into my stomach as she uses my name as a question. I turn to face her, hoping she’s not going to tell me that this is another mistake. “Do you want me to go?”
“No.” I kiss her again. Why would I ever want her to leave?
“Ethan?” She looks up at me with a hint of sadness in her eyes. “You know how you said things were complicated between you and your wife... Is it because you cheated on her?”
“I wasn't the one who cheated on her.” Why would she think that I was the one who cheated? Does she really think that little of me? I pull away, sitting on the edge of the bed with my back to her.
“I'm so sorry, it's just...” She wraps her arms arm my neck and buries her face in my neck, “Your social media, your reputation. I didn't mean to...”
Turning around to face her, I see the nervous way she’s looking at me. It's impossible to stay mad at her.
“You can't believe everything you see. Most of it is just a persona I put on for promotion. Everyone wants to see the villain fail so I give the fans what they want and as a result, the fights sell. It's just business.”
“You are...” She kisses my neck, “Not the person...” Another kiss, “I thought you were.” And another. “Please. Come back to bed.” She shuffles over
