Shared Smoke and Shared Pleasure

As we stood there, the silence between us was broken by the soft rustle of fabric as Ethan shifted his weight. He turned towards me, his brown eyes—once warm but now distant—studying me intently. His gaze lingered on my face, tracing the curve of my jawline before meeting my eyes again.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said softly, his voice low and husky. It was a simple statement, but the sincerity in his tone sent a shiver down my spine.

I looked away, my cheeks flushing at the unexpected compliment. "I... thank you," I stammered, unsure of how to respond.

Ethan chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "You're even more beautiful while crying," he replied, his lips curling into a smirk. He took a step closer to me, his tall frame casting a shadow over me. His biceps flexed as he raised his hand to brush a stray tear from my cheek, his touch gentle yet firm.

"I know we just met," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But there's something about you, Lena. Something that draws me in."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the warmth of his breath against my skin. Despite the pain that still lingered in my heart, I found myself drawn to him too—to his charm, his confidence, his dominance.

"I... I don't know what to say," I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Ethan smiled, his eyes flickering with amusement. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, leaning in closer. "Just let me be here for you. Let me help you forget, even if it's just for tonight."

And in that moment, I gave in to the temptation. I let myself be consumed by the heat of his touch, the promise of his words. I let myself be swept away by the intensity of our connection, the raw emotion that surged between us.

Ethan's hand trailed down my arm, his fingers brushing against my skin in a feather-light touch. He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over mine as he whispered, "Is this okay?"

I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat as his hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Slowly, he began to explore me, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast through the fabric of my dress. I gasped as he gently squeezed, his touch firm yet gentle. He started to put a finger inside my bra, caressing my nipple softly.

It was as if time had paused, and it was just the two of us in our own little world. I moaned softly, my body arching towards him, craving more of his touch. He teased my nipples, his fingers expertly working their magic.

Despite the pain that still lingered in my heart, I found myself getting lost in the moment. The grief and sadness that had consumed me earlier seemed to fade away, replaced by a new kind of ache—one that was fueled by desire and need.

As Ethan continued to explore my body, I knew that this was more than just a one-night stand. There was something between us, something that went beyond physical attraction. It was a connection that I couldn't explain, but one that I couldn't deny.

As we stood there on the rooftop, lost in the heat of the moment, Ethan suddenly pulled away, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

"We should go somewhere more private," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

I nodded, unable to find the words to agree. Ethan took my hand, leading me towards the stairwell. As we descended the stairs, the anticipation built, sending shivers down my spine.

Once we reached the ground floor, Ethan hailed a cab, and we climbed in, our bodies pressed close together in the back seat. The ride to my apartment seemed to take forever, but finally, we arrived.

As soon as we stepped inside, Ethan kicked the door shut behind us, his lips crashing down on mine in a searing kiss. I melted into him, my body responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own.

We stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went. Ethan's hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and dip. He trailed kisses down my neck, his tongue flicking over my skin, making me gasp with pleasure.

As we tumbled onto the bed, Ethan hovered over me, his eyes locked on mine. "You're so sexy," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "So are you," I replied, running my hands over his muscular arms, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.

Ethan smiled, a wicked glint.

As we lay there on the bed, our bodies entwined, Ethan's hands continued to explore me, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I knew that I wanted more.

I pushed him gently onto his back, my fingers tracing the contours of his toned abs. He was gorgeous, his body sculpted to perfection. I could see the outline of his cock through his boxers, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

Ethan groaned as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I couldn't wait to taste him.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, my fingers barely able to close around him. He was big, bigger than anyone I'd been with before, and I felt a thrill of excitement run through me.

I lowered my head, my tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip of his cock. Ethan let out a low moan, his hips bucking up towards me.

"Fuck, Lena," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. "That feels so good."

I smiled, feeling a surge of power as I took him deeper into my mouth. I worked him slowly at first, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing him.

Ethan's moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up to meet my mouth. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling in my mouth.

"I'm gonna come," he gasped, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I pulled back, my hand still working his shaft as I looked up at him. "Come for me," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

Ethan let out a guttural groan as he came, his hot cum spilling over my hand and onto my chest. I watched him, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he shuddered beneath me.

As we lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, Ethan pulled me close, his lips finding mine in a slow, languid kiss.

"That was amazing," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "It was," I agreed, snuggling closer to him.

I rolled over onto my stomach, my ass in the air, inviting him to take me from behind. Ethan didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he entered me in one swift motion.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his voice low and husky.

I gasped, my fingers clutching the sheets as he began to move inside me. He started slow, his thrusts deep and deliberate, but soon he was pounding into me, his hips slapping against my ass.

I arched my back, my body responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own. Ethan's hands roamed over my body, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

"You like that, beautiful?" he growled, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. "Fuck me harder."

Ethan picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I could feel myself getting closer, my body tensing as the pleasure built.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped, my voice barely audible.

Ethan didn't skip a beat, his thrusts becoming even more intense. He growled, his fingers working my clit faster.

I cried out as the orgasm washed over me, my body convulsing around his cock. Ethan let out a low groan as he came, his hot cum filling me up.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. Ethan pulled me close, his lips finding mine in a slow, languid kiss.

"Fuck, that was incredible" he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Yeah..." I agreed, snuggling closer to him.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined.