Chapter 8

Unforgettable

Ethan

She's so beautiful laid out before me. Bright red bra a stark contrast to her milky skin. A few freckles dot the bridge of her nose. Her bottom lip is full and plump and her upper has a sensual little bow to it. There's a tattoo of tiny stars on her rib cage and I brush my thumb over them, back and forth. It's simple and sexy and I love that it was like a little Easter egg I found, something I had no idea existed until I started stripping her clothes off.

Not being able to resist, I lean down, kiss each individual star. "Hmm. Any others I'll find hidden?" I wonder aloud. She only mewls in response and I want nothing more than to discover all her little treasures.

I raise my eyes to hers and grip the button on her jeans.

She nods, bites her lip, but doesn't say anything. She's probably afraid if she opens her mouth, she'll start that nervous rambling again. Which is cute as all get out.

I slide the button through the opening and slowly unzip her jeans. Gripping the waistband, I tug them gently over her hips, down her slender thighs. Her underwear in no way matches her bra and for some reason I like that. They're bright blue with tiny white dots on them. A silky cotton material in a style that's all about comfort. My knuckles drag against her silky skin as I take a leisurely stroll along her sexy as fuck legs but I leave her underwear in their place, not yet having permission to remove them even though I don't think she'd stop me.

"Oh my gosh," she groans, whining. "You're taking forever."

As soon as I get to her ankles, I tug off her pants and drop them on the floor. Chuckling at her squirming and impatience, I kiss a path back up, lift her left leg and drag my tongue behind her knee. She lets out a moan so loud I'm pretty sure my neighbors can hear her.

Goosebumps pebble her silky, soft skin. "So responsive," I murmur, continuing on my course. I suck lightly on her inner thigh, kiss, lick all the way up until I get to the apex of her thighs. "Open for me, Liv."

She instantly obeys, fingers digging into my scalp. It's such a turn on the way her body reacts to me, the way we drive each other a little crazy with a simple touch or look. There's not necessarily a long list of women in my past but I've been with enough to know that this, that Liv, is different. Everyone says you'll know, like that's supposed to make sense. Well, guess what. It does. It makes perfect damn sense because I know.

Lying between her legs, I pepper her with kisses and then I notice it, just barely.

"What's this?" I tap her leg and she bends her knee so the bottom side of her butt cheek is exposed to me. I have to twist my head to get a better look at the string of roses that make me go from hard to hard. It's in such a delicate place on her body, just below the bottom hem of her underwear in the fleshy part on the back of her upper thigh.

Just like I did with her stars, I kiss each rose, only this time I go extra slow, savoring the way her hands reach for my shoulders, pawing at me, whimpering my name over and over.

"Get up here. Get up here, now."

She should know by now that I don't do anything hurriedly. At least not when it comes to her.

"Patience. I'm on a treasure quest. Any others that you're hiding from me?"

"Just two more."

"Don't tell me. I'm enjoying the hunt."

"Wouldn't dream of it." She gasps when I suck lightly, finger sliding under the hem of her underwear and coming in contact with her hot, wet center.

"Oh my gosh, Ethaaaannnnn."

I rub the back of my finger softly against her then start pulling them off when she commands me to do so. No one can say I'm not accommodating.

"Pants. Off. You. Need. Hurry."

I chuckle at the way she can't form complete sentences. Just grabby hands and choppy breaths as she tries to rip my jeans off me.

Slow is a distant memory, replaced by nothing but enthusiasm and eagerness to get this show on the road.

Standing beside the bed, I tuck my thumbs into the side of my dark gray boxer briefs and pause. "Are you sure?" I ask. I need to hear her say it. If she's questioning this at all, I'll back off. I'll hate it, but I will.

She's nodding like a bobble head doll and moaning, "Yes. Holy effing hell yes. Mm hmm. Yes."

I smirk but the tent in my boxers is proof of how much I want her, too. "I take it you're sure?"

"I'm sure. Please, Ethan. I want this. Need it, too."

"Well, who am I to deny you?"

I drop my boxers and she smiles, leans up on her elbows. "Hmm. Now I'm not so sure. I was really hoping you were lying and actually were pierced. Oh well. Maybe another time," she says, reaching over the side the bed like she's going to grab her clothes.

"You're a little shit, aren't you?" I growl, pouncing on her.

She giggles, grabbing my face to bring it down to hers. "I can be," she eventually admits, then stretches her neck and licks the seam of my lips. Lays her head back down, raises her hands above her and grips the slats in my headboard.

Now I'm really glad I built this bed a few months ago. Building furniture is a side hobby of mine that is so not important right now because I have the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life laid out before me.

"Liv, have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?"

She blushes, dips her chin and casts her eyes down just slightly. "You're sweet but I think you're blind."

"No. Don't argue with that or feel self-conscious over me complimenting you with my truth. You. Are. Beautiful. I knew the second I laid eyes on you that I wanted to know everything about you but you need to know it wasn't about this," I promise, gesturing to my bed.

"I know, Ethan. I know. But have I told you how fucking sexy you are?"

"Why thank you," I say, cheesy smile in place. I don't give her a chance to respond, though, because talking time is over. Now that I know she's ready for this, it's go time.

Our mouths fuse together, tongues tangle, her hands release their tight grip on my headboard and rub up and down my back, around my waist and over my abs. I think she might be counting them but I can't be sure. I might remember to ask her later.

I trail my lips down her neck, over her collarbone. Palming her right breast, I pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb. She cries out and then screams, "Oh! Oh! That's right! Move. Move quick."

Her hips buck and I sit up, worried that something's wrong. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" I sit on my ass beside her and she jackknifes, pressing her hands against my shoulders and pushing me back.

"Of course not. But, you had your chance to explore -"

"Which I haven't completed yet," I remind her.

"And now it's my turn because your nipple's pierced and I'm really curious about it and want to play."

I lay back, place my hands behind my head and tell her, "Have at it."

"No shame," she teases.

"Nope."

She straddles me, fingers spread wide as she explores my body. I'm hard as a diamond in an ice storm and the way she's sitting definitely isn't helping. When I reach around with one hand, grip her ass and squeeze, she bares down, letting me slide between her. We both groan at the contact.

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course." I don't know what she's asking me about, my dick or nipple piercing, and I don't care.

She timidly reaches up and sticks out a single finger, poking at it with a worried look on her face. After she comes in contact with the silver hoop, a small smile graces her lips right along with a little puff of air. She gains a bit of courage and lightly flicks the metal and I let out a scream, "Ow!" loudly and she jumps then slaps me in the arm when she realizes I was just joking because of my roaring laughter.

"You ass! I thought I hurt you!"

I cup her cheek and rub with my thumb. "You were so freaked out. Relax, Liv. You're not going to hurt me. You can play with it," I show her by fiddling with the hoop. "You can even lick and suck it." I waggle my eyebrows. "I told you earlier, you can do anything you want, within reason," I add on quickly.

Her eyes dart from my face to my piercing, holding there until she gains the courage to do with it as she pleases. When her hot mouth touches my nipple, I almost come right there. Between the position we're in and the feel of her tongue on me, it's almost too much for me to handle.

I gather up her blonde hair in my hand and pull it off to the side so I can see her face. Her pink tongue darts out, flicks the metal hoop and I have to suck in a deep breath. It might have hurt like a son of a bitch to have it pierced, but it's because the nipple is full of nerves. Which means, it hurt initially but now that it's healed, it's just sensitive in the best of ways.

Liv lifts her head, winks and smiles, still close to my chest. I watch in amusement as she walks her first and middle finger down my upper body. She takes a detour to tickle my abs, running across all six of them.

She shifts so that she can pay some attention to my neck, "Nice six pack ya got there, Eth," she murmurs against my skin.

If she wasn't currently rendering me speechless, I'd say thank you, but all I can get out is a grunt. And then, her hand wraps around me and my hips have a mind of their own. "Holy hell, Liv. I realize you just started touching me but babe, when I come, it's not gonna be in your hand or on my stomach."

She pumps her hand a few times, rubbing her thumb over the tip and I growl her name, shove my hands under her arm pits and haul her sweet ass up. She doesn't even hesitate, she just straddles me and then, she's on me, around me, covering me.

Oh my hell, she's tight and warm and now she just raised up and slammed down onto me. Her breasts bouncing, our pleasure cries echoing off the walls of my bedroom. Her hips pivot back and forth, rocking back and forth on me.

I let out a loud "Mmm," but don't lose my head. Yet. Tapping her on the thigh, I remind her, "Babe. Condom."

She stills, unfortunately, and looks down at me with wide eyes. "Oh crap."

"I mean, I'm clean but not sterile so we'd better wrap it up."

"I do have an IUD and I'm clean, too."

"Are you sure? I don't mind."

"I trust you. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do but, I've never gone without and I have to admit, it's a little more intense than I expected."

She looks between us, which doesn't help because her focusing on where we're joining is only turning me on even more. "Does it feel, like, you can feel it more?"

"What do you think?"

"Better?"

Fuck yes. "Yeah. Have you ever gone without?"

"I haven't, either." I want to question her. Ask her why but then I'd look like a hypocrite because I've never trusted anyone enough for felt the desire to go without a condom with anyone else. If I'm the first person she's trusting in this way, then I'm not going to ask questions. At least not until we get to the discussing our past relationship portion of our time together. She shifts, shimmying her hips a little so we're fitted even more snug. "I feel more, too, but I wasn't sure if it was a myth or if I'm just really freaking horny."

"Don't talk about how horny you are, it's not helping."

That smile when she's staring down at me, wow. It's breathtaking. "So if we trust each other then," she shrugs, rocks again, "let's just go with it."

No more messing around. I grip her hips and lift mine, pushing deep into her, hitting a spot I know is going to trigger her, set her off. She drops her head back and moans, places her hands on my legs, leans back, tilts her hips and we find a rhythm together.

She cries out my name, I respond with a, "Mm hmm."

"S-s-s-so good," she stutters.

"Fuck yeah."

Her face is red and she's panting, legs are starting to quake a bit so I help her, using my arm strength to continue our pace. "I'm close," she whispers.

"Get there," I grunt.

She licks her middle finger, reaches down, presses against her clit and within seconds she's flying and I'm following close behind.

I pull her down, breasts crushing against my chest. We're sweating and breathing hard and there's no way in hell I'll be satisfied with just once. And I don't mean just tonight.

"Oh my gosh, Ethan," she murmurs.

"I know, babe. Same."

I twist so we're laying on our sides, facing each other and she looks down between us where we're still connected.

"Stay right here. I'll go grab a towel."

She nods and bites her lip, suddenly a bit shy after what we just shared.

Slowly I pull out of her, kiss her forehead and hustle to my bathroom. When I return with a towel, I help get her cleaned up then pull her off the mattress. I can see that she has a million questions going through her mind and I want to assure her, even though I don't have a clue as to what our next steps are, either.

"Time for a shower. Together. Tonight, you're staying here. In the morning we'll figure it out."

"Okay."

"That's it? Just okay?"

"Yup."

"That's enough for me." She squeals when I pick her up, and carry her to the shower, clean us up before we get dirty again.

I don't know how I'm going to let her go when she leaves. All I can hope is that some part of her stays with me and we can figure it out, just like I promised.