*Thanks again to LaRascesse for the editing. This one is kind of a middling one. It's sexy as all hell, I think, but it leads on to bigger and better things, I think ;) *
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He startled me. Bursting through my door, hair wet, jumper soaked to the contours of his body. The smoky grey of his eyes were enhanced by his flushed cheeks, and his lips had never looked more kissable.
And I just didn't care.
The knowledge kind of scared me, how much I couldn't be bothered wanting him. I'd spent the last 5 years of my life lusting after him, doing my best to hide it from him, and all of a sudden -- it was meaningless.
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The night Ethan had made his move still played on my mind. It had only been a week ago, but it felt as though it had just happened.
We had bumped each other awkwardly in the kitchen as we sorted out our breakfast; Sarah out at work and Marcus still sleeping off the effects of the alcohol the night before. My head ducked, I reached into the pantry, looking for the honey for my toast. I had whispered 'good morning' to him as he joined me, bleary-eyed, in search of food. He grunted in response, his usual greeting to me. He had never been a morning person.
I bent down, searching for the condiment. It was frustrating me that I couldn't find it -- it seemed I lived at Sarah's more than my own house, and I had assumed that I would know where everything was. I had clearly forgotten how tight my shorts were, forgoing underwear for the comfort of sleep.
Ethan groaned loudly behind me, and I heard the cereal container thud on top of the counter.
Triumphant, I stood up straight, holding the jar of honey in my left hand. Closing the pantry door, I took a step forward towards my plate.
Ethan pushed me back, slamming me against the pantry door. I gasped in shock, staring at his dark eyes a second before his mouth claimed mine. Kissing me thoroughly, I melted into his arms as he held me against the door with his body.
I had always loved stronger, taller, more muscular men, and Ethan didn't disappoint. His coffee coloured skin contrasted against mine as I slid my hands up his shirt, dropping the honey in return to touch him. His hands moved with mine, one to move up my shirt to cup my breast in his hand, and the other to grab the hair above the nape of my neck.
Pulling my hair hard enough that my head hit back against the door, he took his lips off mine. I tried to follow, ignoring the pain in my head from his hand controlling my hair until it hurt too much.
"Good morning," he whispered, kissing me sweetly, a contrast to the hand holding me back firmly.
"Hey," I stroked his chest in response.
My hands went lower and lower, until they touched the waistband of his shorts. I laughed into the kiss, and he moved his lips down my jaw.
"What's so funny?" He asked, stubble teasing my skin.
"Christian girl, my ass," I answered, laughing again. He looked at me, eyes staring deep into mine, and laughed as well.
"Come here," he said, pulling me by the hand. He stopped me against the dining table, and kissed me hard again. My hands rose to play against his neck, deepening the kiss.
"Let's get this off you," he said, drawing down my shorts as I stood before him. My shirt bunched up around my waist, Ethan pushed me down until I lay on the table before him. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to lift my head up so that I could see what he was doing.
All that I could see was the dark top of his head, almost hidden between my thighs. I had never been a skinny girl, hence why I tended to be attracted to bigger, taller men -- ones who could make me feel feminine. So naturally, I felt nervous as his hands began to grab at my ass, and tried to move away.
He didn't allow me to move, instead moved my legs so that they were resting on his shoulders.
Moving his head between my legs, I squealed as I felt his tongue flick against my clit.
