Chapter 40 - Madeline

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I was so desperate when Ethan kissed me in the meeting room. I want him to kiss me because he wants to, not because he hates to see other men kiss me. His kiss was more like a child who hates his toy being taken away from him.

But his kiss now is different. This one is more like the one who treasures me. Full of love and adoration. Ethan's kiss is getting rough and demanding, but I don't mind. I missed him touching me like this. I want him to want me desperately, like I want him. These few days made me realize I want him. I really, really want him. Not just my lust speaking, but because this man grows into me. His gentleness, his protectiveness, his everything...

He looks me deeply in the eyes and smiles. "You're mine, Sweetness. You are mine," he whispers to me and claims my mouth again. Our tongues mingle. I manage to save my flowers. Ethan doesn't seem to care about the flowers, but I really like it. The flowers are safe on the table now.

I pull him to me. I'm laying on the couch with Ethan on top of me. He devours my neck hungrily, going down to my chest. I'm wearing a strapless dress, and I already take off my blazer. So my chest is exposed. He kisses my chest, trailing from the left to the right. I let out a moan. I want him. All of him. I don't want to wait anymore. His elbows hold his weight on the sides of my face and he stops kissing my chest. His face flush, and I bet my face flush too.

I bite my lower lip while still looking at him. He looks into my eyes deeply, trying to find the answer.

"Sweetness..." He whispers softly.

I lift my head to his ear and whisper to him, "make love to me Ethan." I put my head back on the couch and stare at him. My breath grows heavier.

He studies me, searching for the answer in my eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want you to force yourself. I'm willing to wait no matter how long it will take. Or even if you want to have no sex before marriage. I'm okay. I will wait for you. You are worthy, Sweetness."

I smile at his words. The way he says it is so sincere. "I never had sex with my exes, not because I don't want to have sex until married, Ethan. The reason is... I'm waiting for the right person. And the person is you."

And just like that, his control slips away. He kisses me harder than before, it's like he doesn't give me time to take a breath. Ethan devours my mouth, his hand works his way to my zipper on the side of my body, unzips it all the way down and takes the dress out of me. He leaves me with my strapless bra and panties. His eyes skim my body, and I feel so exposed. My hands try to cover my chest, but Ethan holds it, shaking his head. "It's better than my imagination," he says, his finger tracing my lips, goes to my chest and my tummy.

"Ethan..."

He leans over and lifts me up. I squeal and he laughs. I cling onto him, with both of my legs wrap around his waist, and he walks me to the bed. Put me there and stand in front of me.

God, the view is absurd. Ethan takes off his suit, cufflinks, and shirts. Next, his shoes, socks, belt and pants. His eyes never leave me. He is only in his boxer, me in my bra and panties (luckily, I love to match my bra and panties. Virgin or not, I like to match it).

He comes on top of me and kisses me. "Enjoy the show?" He teases me.

I giggle. "Immensely. The superstar is just too irresistible," I say and just because I feel naughty, I lick his earlobe.

He lifts his head and looks at me in surprised. "God, you are a vixen. My vixen!"

I laugh. "Just because you popped up my cherry doesn't mean I never watch porn, Ethan Hall" I roll us until I'm on his top and start kissing him from his face to his chest, I lick his nipples and kiss his 6 packs stomach, all the way down to the line of his boxer. He pulls me up before I can kiss him again and roll us until he is on top of me again. I confused, and as if he can read what's on my mind, he says, "I can't last longer if you kiss me there. It's been too long for me."

I blink. "What do you mean?"

"The last time I had sex was with you. Okay, I cheated with my palm, but there are no other women," he says, shaking his head.

Oh God, I'm so happy I might burst out! I smile and kiss him on the lips. "Me too. I cheated with Mr. V, but the man on my mind was you," I admit it to him.

He curses. "You tell me you were having an orgasm while thinking of me. Fuck! That's hot."

I giggle at his response. His face is just too cute. But my giggle dies when he kisses me again, devouring my body. Ethan takes off my bra and panties. He stops and takes his time looking at me. I'm naked in front of him. God, this is the first time I'm naked.

The second time, Mads!

Well, I mean the first time I'm sober and naked in front of a man.

"Damn, Sweetness! You're so perfect," he says, his hazel eyes becomes even darker and full of desires. Ethan licks me from my neck to my chest and breasts, pays special attention to my nipples, he continues to my tummy and belly button, to my thighs and finally he goes to my pussy. I can feel his breath down there. And suddenly I pull back. He looks up at me. "What's wrong, Sweetness?"

"I... No one ever... down there," I stammer, my face hot.

He gives me a wicked smile. "No one ever gets the privilege to taste you?" He asks, his voice husky, and all I can do is nod at him.

"Then, I'm the luckiest," and his head goes back to my pussy, and he licks it. I can't help my moan. My hands crumpling the sheets, my body wriggles. 

"Ethan..." I moan. He keeps licking me and he grunts. I can feel the vibration in my pussy. Oh God, my orgasm building up inside me.

"Come for me, Sweetness," he says and his hands squeeze my breasts and play with my nipples. "Come for me!" He thrusts his tongue inside me, and all I can do is screaming his name while my orgasm explodes inside me.

I don't know when Ethan loses his boxer. But when he climbs up to me and kisses me, I can feel his warm and hard cock on my hot pussy and it makes me hot again. I can taste myself in his kiss. He trails down to my breasts and devours my nipple one by one. My moan is getting louder and louder. He sucks my nipple hard, my hands fly to his thick hair, and I thrust my breast to him even more. "More, Ethan," I say with the voice I never heard before. It's demanding yet pleading.

His hand goes down to my pussy and plays with my clit. I shamelessly rock my hip into him. He sucks my nipple hard and plunges his finger inside of me before I could react. I gasp.

"You feel so good, Sweetness," he whispers to me. One of his hands touches my forehead, takes away the hairs from my face. His eyes study my face while his hand thrusts into me. I'm panting as if I just did a marathon.

I try to close my eyes, but Ethan stops me. "Look at me, Sweetness. Look at me when I make you come," he says huskily. Our eyes collide. His thrust becomes more frantic, my panting becomes even more frantic. He thrust his second finger into me and kisses my mouth. "Come for me," he orders and in a second my 2nd orgasm explodes.

I barely come back when he positions himself in front of me. He waits for me, waiting for my permission, and I nod at him. He slowly pushes his cock inside me. He is so big; it stretches me, but I enjoy it. Ethan leans over to me. "You okay, Sweetness?" He whispers.

I nod, caressing his face. "I want to make you feel good, Ethan," I breathe and I can see his pupils go even wider. His breath is heavy. I turn him on. Oh my God, I can believe I can sexually arouse him.

Ethan thrusts into me slowly at first and gets harder when my moan gets louder. I barely hear myself say, "more Ethan", "harder", "yes, yes, yes!"

Ethan's hands touch my body. Every bit of my body, his mouth devours my mouth. One of his hands goes to where we are connected and touches me there. I'm done. I scream so loud, my nails scratching his back. I don't care if people at the park can hear me. My orgasm explodes bigger than before. I feel I almost black out. Ethan growls animalistic, and I can feel his warm liquid inside me.

We stay lock until our breathes come back. His face still burying in the crook of my neck.

Honestly... I don't know what to do or to say after sex. Was it just sex or love making? I bite my lip. Should I say something? I hope there is a textbook about this. Why people makes book about sex position, but not about what to do post sex?

"Ethan..." I whisper.

Ethan puts his elbow on the side of my head to hold his body weight. He lifts his head and looks at me deeply. Is that my imagination or I can see the twinkles of happiness in his hazel eyes?

"Hey, girlfriend," he whispers.

I beam happily. "Hey, boyfriend."

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