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He gently picks me up by the waist and carries me, making me face him the entire time. I kiss him again to avoid the unspoken words in his eyes. We reach his bedroom and I find its layout to be similar to mine.
Ethan distracts me with another kiss as he sets me on his bed. I surprise him by sitting up and reaching for him. I kiss my way down and reach his trousers with each button I open. As I remove his underpants, his dick pops up before me. I lick the tip and take his length into my mouth. He moans and raises his head in delight. When I begin sucking, he pulls my hair and thrusts his dick into my mouth.
He then takes out his dick, sits in front of me, and pushes me to the bed. His hands go under my blouse and remove my bra, revealing my breasts. He unzips my pants, and his thumbs slide around my nipples. My legs are splayed over the floor he towers above me.
I let my tits come in contact with his face. He loses his mind and begins to buck. I put pressure on his dick by squeezing it between my thighs. Then, he glides his fingers down my neck and over my jaw till he reaches my chest. Using his fingers, he teases my nipples, making me moan with each touch. His hand glides down my body and he takes my pantyhose off, slipping a hand between my legs and lands on my clit. When we make out, he circles his hand around it.
"You're so wet," he says against my lips.
He pulls himself up and heaves. There is no end and no limit to the new things happening. He does something, and I try to imitate him. I do something, and he repeats the action. He comes up behind me and grabs me. I welcome his advances and try to absorb him into me. My first time with him is a game of push and pull, even if there is no clear winner.
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Ethan breathes deeply behind me, lost in his slumber while I have the misfortune of wandering into the web of my insecure thoughts. Ethan said that he wished to woo me. Was it all for tonight? Just a night of passion and nothing more? I'm not sure what to think anymore.
4
Ethan
IthinkOliviadoesn'tnotice how obvious she is. I thought that after that night, we would get closer, and in some ways we did. We no longer shy away from physical contact, and I have stolen more than a few kisses from her. However, I initiate each form of contact or intimacy, and while Olivia doesn't initiate it, either.
I am always bringing her hand up for a kiss or kissing her on the cheek, interrupting her train of thought and turning her face red. I try to help her initiate a few times by waiting, so far it hasn’t helped.
"My assistant Sarah sent me the most gorgeous landscape project I have ever seen. She said her husband finally completed it after months of being away from home. I say it's worth it."
I lean my head against my palm and watch Olivia ramble on. She has always listened to my stories rather than telling her own, so I always cherish these moments when I'm the one listening and watching her get excited over something. I interrupt her again by reaching out and taking her hand in mine, gently stroking it with my thumb. Her breath hiccups and her ears turn red. She continues with her story, stammering a little while doing so.
I hide my chuckle and shift my stool closer to hers. I take my time picking off bits of breakfast and eating while humming along to Olivia's words, but I don't remove my hand from hers or proceed further.
"Ethan."
"Hm?"
"You're distracting me."
"Oh, how so?"
I watch with glee as red rises to the tips of her ears.
"You're holding my hand."
"Sweet, Olivia. We have already gone way further than that," I chuckle.
She is adorable.
"Yes, but this is nice."
"It is?"
"I like it. It's soft."
Momentarily, I’m confused by Olivia's cryptic message until it comes to me. She was shying away from my affection all this time, simply because I was doing too much. I’m an idiot for thinking a just because we spent a night together meant she has accepted my feelings for her. I forgot what I had promised her. I promised to woo her, but right now, all I am doing is using her to fulfill an intimate fantasy of us together. The smile on my face is replaced by a worried frown.
"Olivia, I haven't been forcing you into doing anything, have I?"
Blood rushes into my head at the dreaded possibility as I see Olivia's eyes widen in shock.
"No, you idiot! You have never done that to me. I’m happy here, Ethan. I’m happy with you. It's just that sometimes I get overwhelmed."
