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With a sigh, I watch him leave. Who would have thought Ethan Bishop, obnoxious asshole, manwhore, had it within him to be kind, gentle, and caring? The way he’s been over the last few days, if I hadn’t been in love before I would be now. His gentle handling, he hadn’t hidden how much my being in pain upset him, the way he forced me into bed with other cleaners taking my place. I never would have thought Ethan would do the things he has over the last few days.
A knock on the door before it opens to the cleaners gets me going. They are the same cleaners from yesterday. We exchange morning pleasantries and Kathy, the one who had been nice enough to bring me soup yesterday takes my plate from me. This morning I hadn’t had time to do more than brush my teeth and wash my face. I jump in the shower for a quick scrub down. Once I’m out I check and still only the faintest of spotting so I give in, obviously no tampons were needed. I go with silky panties again and only a panty liner. While I’m glad the doctor was right about no period, I’m not willing to go through the pain I’ve had for the last few days. Heck, I’m actually still in pain, only it’s what I’m used to. I take a few over-the-counter pills then settle on the sofa with my tablet.
I’m surprised by the knock on the door. I open it to see Amelia in tears. “I really fucked up with Ethan and you, and oh, my god, Richard was a complete dick. Please don’t hate me.”
Ethan knows her well. I hug her and guide her to the sofa, where she takes me through her late night break up. When she’s done, she takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch, I mean it. You have been nothing but kind to me. It’s horrible of me to be jealous of what you and Ethan have. Especially when Ethan has needed someone like you since forever. I was afraid I’d lose my place in his life. He’s the rock I clung to. But, I realize it isn’t fair to him, or me, to be unable to stand on my own two feet. Just seeing you two scared me, am I ever going to find what you guys have?”
“Maybe you need to take some time to figure yourself out before you worry about men. You try so hard to walk in Ethan’s path, make your own. Trust me, men aren’t the be all and end all.”
For the first time, Amelia really seems to listen. After a few hours, she leaves before Ethan is due home.
Dinner is salmon from Goldfinches for me and a steak with baked potato for Ethan. I don’t mention Amelia, I think she needs some space right now. We cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie he swears is great but has me falling asleep on him.
It isn’t until he climbs into bed next to me that I wake up. He tells me to go back to sleep with a gentle squeeze around my waist, and I do.
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I wake up to feel Ethan’s arm around me, his hand flat against my stomach. Turning around I snuggle into the hollow of his throat, the way I like the most. He comes awake, squeezing me tight. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
My stomach flips to hear his voice all dark and full of gravel from sleep. “Good... I’d actually say great. Or maybe I should say you feel great.” He laughs, as my hand moves down his back to his ass. “How are you so damned firm absolutely everywhere?”
“They are called muscles, and I’m not firm absolutely everywhere until you start something you aren’t going to finish.” The alarm goes off and stops me from protesting yes, I was going to finish what I started. Not fair, I squeeze his ass. His response is a smack to my ass. “Up, sweetheart—tonight.”
“Promise?”
“Promise, now get moving before I don’t make it in to work today.” Ethan tweaks a nipple, making me yelp and move fast out of bed.
“I’ll remember that.” I throw over my shoulder as I go into my room to get dressed.
Laughter is his only response.
The morning flies by way too fast, I pout when his kiss goodbye is only a press of his lips against my forehead. He smacks my ass with a smile. Today, I have only the slightest twinges of pain, barely enough to bother me. I’m happy to find there isn’t even a trace, until I remember what Ethan said about sex at the tail end of a period. He was right.
Before I start cleaning, I go into my room and pull out my favorite bunny-eared vibrator. I haven’t used it since Ethan and I started having sex, it feels different. I don’t like it as much as I did before. Thinking of Ethan, and the things he does so well, has me hitting my climax faster than I have before with the toy. It still isn’t nearly enough to take away the need I have for Ethan, in a way it makes it worse. I don’t want plastic, I want Ethan’s hard thick cock, his tongue, his body against mine.
Just thinking of him is getting me worked up again. I roll off the bed to clean off the vibrator, then immediately check, there is no spotting or even a twinge of pain. I put on a new panty liner, and start cleaning, easily slipping back into my routine. The women who had been cleaning have been doing a very good job. It only takes a few hours before I’m done. I round up suits to take to the cleaners and stick a load in the washing machine. Dropping off the suits, I pick up four others then head to the grocery store to load up. I’m not sure if my body is used to naps, or I was trying to do too much in one day, but I’m tired and decide to buy the household supplies on my list tomorrow.
Once I’m home, I put everything away. I cheated and bought foods for dinner that only needed to be warmed up. Checking the clock, I see it’s a little after three. I think of how Ethan always manages to surprise me. I go into my room to change. I leave off a bra, only to pull on a light pink dress nicely tight in the bodice, with a flared skirt to my knees. After finding not the least bit of spotting, I decide to leave off underwear completely.
Taking my tablet into the living room, I’m reading some of the naughty stories I have, as inspiration for when Ethan gets home. I’m barely through a story when the front door opens.
He scoops me in up in his arms almost immediately. “I don’t think I got a damned thing done today. Hell, no bra, you know me well.” His kiss is ravenous as he allows me to slide down his body. I sway when he allows my feet to touch the floor. “Go get the almond oil you use and meet me at the tub.”
Although I’m surprised by the command, I don’t even hesitate to follow his instructions. When I find him in his bathroom, the tub is filling with hot water and I hand him the oil. He adds a few drops before he pushes down his boxer briefs. All I can think is how beautiful he is and that he’s mine, all mine.
Without a second thought, I’m on my knees in front of him, reaching for him.
A hand goes in my hair. “This isn’t what I wanted from you right now, but I’m so fucking hard for you that I don’t think I’ll be able to last long.”
Feasting on the first few inches, I stroke him as I revel in the taste of him. The hand in my hair pushes him deeper inside but not into my throat. He is close, I caress his silky pouch, only seconds later he fills my mouth. I lick him until he’s clean. When I finish, he picks me up as he steps into the tub then sets the jets in motion. Ethan fits me to face him on his lap as he stops the water.
The hot water and jets feel wonderful, but his body against mine feels even better. His mouth finds a breast, making me moan in only seconds. Even though the amount of the oil in the water was small, it allows me to glide down his legs and rub his thickening cock along my slit. It isn’t nearly enough for either of us. Two fingers slide into my pussy, fucking me slowly. I plead for more, his cock, faster, anything. His answer is to take the two fingers out of me then slide them into my ass. With the oiled water it’s easy for him slide inside. There’s no pain as he pushes deeper without pausing, I want more. I want to know how he will feel where I wondered about him being for so long.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. How does it feel?”
“There’s no pain.” My arms go around him, holding him tight. “How is there no pain, not even discomfort?”
“It’s not the same for everyone and my cock is a hell of a lot thicker and longer than two fingers. Right now, you’re still turned on, your body still soft for more of me.” His fingers have gone as deep as they can. Now he begins to slowly fuck in and out of me, massaging me as he does. I’m moving on him, crying out for more. Two other fingers slide into my pussy, Ethan is playing my body into a body shaking orgasm.
I go limp completely. I’m vaguely aware of Ethan picking me up then grabbing two towels before carrying me into the bedroom. He lays down a towel before putting me on it. Slowly he dries me off taking the time to kiss, suck, and nibble his way along my body until I’m writhing for more.
His tongue finally stops, in order to give all its attention to my pussy, at first he’s trying to go slowly, but soon he’s as voracious as his kiss had been. I’m leaking from his attention, and between my body and the oil left over from the bath, he easily slides two fingers back into my ass and slowly begins moving in and out again.
“Ethan, please, please, before we try it can you fuck my pussy? I need your cock so badly. I’ve missed you.”
“Anything you want to do, sweetheart. When we get there, if you want to stop you just tell me. Only what makes you feel good, nothing else.”
“From behind, Ethan. I need to feel you deep and hard.” He turns me over, taking me exactly as I beg him to. Neither of us takes long to climax, we go down in a tangle of limbs, fighting for air.
Pulling me into his arms, he allows me to cuddle the way I like to the most. He sighs, “Why, exactly, do you like this crazy position so much?”
Snuggling deeper into his neck, I inhale the scent of him. “Because almost every part of you is touching me, even if you do let off enough heat to power the condo for weeks.”
“Hmm... that’s good to know. I thought you were just torturing me.”
“Well, yeah, that first night I definitely wanted to torture you.”
He laughs before slapping my ass, hard. “Smartass. You liked it in the tub, but I scared you, didn’t I?”
Blushing, I nod, “It felt really good, but like you said, you are much larger than two fingers. Yes, it scares me a little but I do want to try it. Once you’re up to it.” I tease as I rub against his thick cock, which stirs at my touch.
“Clean my cock, Holly, like a good girl.” I’m wet at his order and move to do as he bids. I’ve cleaned his cock often, enjoying every lick of it. By the time I’m done, he’s hard again. “Go get the oil.”
I’m excited as I nearly run to grab the oil. He’s on his knees, I climb onto the bed, and he stops me with his hands on my hips. “Like I said, sweetheart, if you say no it’s okay.” Two fingers slide into me, unrelenting. I do my best not to stiffen up, only to remember how good it felt before. This time, his other hand plays with one breast then the other, slowly he’s moving in and out me, massaging as he had before. When I begin begging for more, he removes his fingers.
The blunt head of his oiled cock goes in easily for the first few inches. Now both hands are on my breasts, teasing, making me gasp, and lose focus on the discomfort of him pushing deeper. There’s no pain, not yet, he begins moving out then back in again, a little deeper with every stroke, until he’s completely inside me—then stops. Every inch of him, every vein, every ridge is burned into me. This is a feeling I will always remember. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please, more.” No pain, though it doesn’t feel as good as when he’s in my pussy. Only this isn’t everything, I can feel there’s more, even if it’s pain, I want it all. Instinctively, my body clenches around him as he tries to move out of me.
“Fuck, Holly, don’t do that. It makes it harder to stay in control. I want to make this good. Please, sweetheart, don’t do that.”
“Sorry.” I moan as I move on him taking him back into me.
He laughs, then begins fucking me faster, deeper. Then he stops moving completely. I’m in agony, begging him to fuck me. The minutes he stops are agonizing, until he begins fucking me again for a several strokes before stopping again. I’m in tears, begging for him, when he gives in, taking me deeper, and harder until my climax slams into me, sending me into the mattress as I get sucked into darkness. The burning, wet heat of Ethan coming inside me sends electricity fierce and bright up my spine lighting up the darkness in brilliant perfect white light that fades as I drift to sleep.