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I watch her face as I pull down my pajama pants. Her eyes drop from my face down to my cock and a gasp escapes her lips. I take myself in hand and pump my dick a couple of times, letting a few drops of pre-come drip from the head. Clara hasn’t taken her eyes off of him since my pants came down. Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips and I almost come in my hand.
I step into the shower and move into her space, my heart pounding in time with the blood pumping through my cock. “Is this where you want me, angel?”
Clara nods her head and finally looks up into my eyes. She looks dazed and unfocused. This woman is everything, and if friends are what she wants to be, then fuck it, friends it is – as long as there are benefits.
Walking her back until her body hits the tile wall, I laugh at her gasp when her skin hits the cold tile. My cock digs into her belly and that is just not where I want to feel her. I grab her ass in my hands and lift her so that my cock is notched into the opening of her warm, wet pussy. Heaven.
“Kiss me, Ethan,” she whispers.
I don’t have to be asked twice. I press my body tighter to hers and take her mouth. This kiss is more feral than anything else we’ve experienced together. This is a mating kiss, and it screams that our bodies are ready to fuck each other. I move my cock up and down her slit, getting myself wet with her juices to enter her without hurting her in any way. She’s dripping with passion, so I don’t think sliding into that heat will be challenging at all.
“I’m ready,” Clara moans, moving her pelvis into mine.
I know she deserves something gentler than standing in the shower, but I’m just a man and I can’t wait any longer to feel her wrapped around me. I push the head of my cock into her waiting warmth and grunt as her walls close in on me. Please, last more than thirty seconds. Slowly, inch by inch, I slide into her all the way. I break through the evidence of her innocence, but I see no pain reflected in her eyes and she doesn’t ask me to stop. Clara is moving against me, willing my body to move with hers in a primal rhythm.
“Fuck, you feel good.” The words come out as a grunt and my breathing is labored, like I’ve been running a marathon. I might need to up my cardio to keep up with Clara. “Are you going to come for me, angel?”
“I…” She moans, and her channel tightens around me as I reach between us and lightly circle her clit with the tip of my finger. “…Ethan!”
I feel her let go and follow right behind. I come so hard it’s almost painful. My knees shake and I’m afraid I’m going to drop her, but I don’t. Slowly, I regain my faculties and pull my still semi-hard dick out of her. It’s at that moment that I realize we didn’t use any birth control. It doesn’t scare me like it should. The idea of having a baby with Clara makes my heart fill with joy and I can feel the stupid smile spreading across my face. I also trust her implicitly and know that she’s safe. I don’t know how she’ll feel about all of it though. It’s something we can talk about after the rest of our shower.
Clara leans into me and I wash her body, paying attention to all my favorite parts. I wash her hair and then she stands to the side as I wash up quickly. She tries to take over, but I know if I let her touch me all over, we will never get out of this room and Clara needs to eat and we need to talk. It’s hard to tell her no, though, when she sticks out her lip and pouts at not getting to touch my dick.
Chapter 9
Clara
Ethan gives me another silly gamer shirt to wear and pulls his pajama pants back on. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to think about anything other than what just happened in the shower. It was a life-changing moment. My whole being changed.
We make our way into the kitchen and pull out the things his staff left for us this afternoon. There is fresh cut fruit, sandwiches, pasta salad, and chocolate cake for dessert.
“I asked for the chocolate cake. You said it was your favorite and I wanted to make sure that I had your favorite things on board,” he says while kissing my neck.
I don’t think we’ve stopped touching each other. Even when getting dressed, we were practically in each other’s laps and Ethan helped me pull on the shirt I’m wearing.
“You’re on board, so I already have my favorite thing,” I reply honestly. My feelings for this gorgeous man are so deep and so scary. It’s too soon to feel so much, but I guess I’m more like my St. James siblings than I thought. Once we know, we know.
Ethan stops his tortuously slow kissing down my chest and lifts me so that I’m sitting on the counter of the kitchen island. We are now eye to eye, and he looks so serious. My stomach drops as I begin to think that maybe he doesn’t feel the same way. Maybe this is just fun for him. He’s older, more experienced, and there isn’t a clear path to a shared future.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he asks, his voice different than I’ve ever heard from him before. His eyes never waver from mine as he waits for me to answer.
“I guess not,” I answer with such trepidation. I’m not sure I want to know the answer if it isn’t good. I want to live in my happy bubble for longer.
“You slay me.” He stops, shakes his head, and continues, “Not just that. I’ve never been around someone I feel so comfortable with. I want to tell you everything, but I also just want to sit in a room with you and do nothing.”
I inhale, not realizing that I had stopped breathing while waiting for his answer. “I feel the same way. I’m so glad I’m getting to spend this trip with you. I wanted to do it alone, but the last few days with you have shown me that it just needs to be the right person for something to be magical.”
Something dims in his eyes for a brief second, but I don’t know if I really saw it or if I just imagined it. But then he steps back, and I know that I didn’t imagine it. What could have caused a change? I’m afraid to ask.
“We need to eat and there’s something we need to talk about.” Ethan begins putting food on a plate for me. He’s not meeting my eyes and I feel a chill run through my body. How did we go from such a great moment to this?
“Okay, Ethan.” It’s all I can think to say in response.
He hands me my plate and tells me to head into the movie room he showed me earlier. I remember where it is and make my way there. I pull out my phone and see that I have several messages from my family. I send a quick “I’m alive” text to my brothers and a text to my mom asking her to tell them to give me some space. I shouldn’t have to check in every day. I hear the alerts letting me know that my siblings and probably their spouses are responding. It’s morning at home, but I’m not in the mood to get into it with any of them right now.
Ethan walks into the room and sits on the other end of the couch I’m sitting on. We aren’t touching anymore. A pit starts to form in my stomach. “Lots of texts coming through.”
“My family,” I say with a weak smile. “I sent them my daily proof of life text.”
