Chapter 85

"...Mm!… Ethan… Ah!" Pressed against the edge of the tub, I had no way to escape Ethan's magnificent fingers. I clung to him, enjoying the build up. "Ha… Ahn..." It would soon come… 

Just…

The fingers disappeared, making me whine my complaint. Hungry lips silenced the words that were already forming. A hot tongue invaded my mouth as a big hand grabbed my jaw and lifted my face.

I desperately gasped for air as the tongue and lips did not let go of my mouth. They sucked, licked, teeth bit, and even a few fingers made their way in. 

Since my bath with Ethan started, I was pushed against the wall by him as he started a passionate kiss. Then, I was swiftly undressed and carried into the tub. Washing was forgotten as his hands roamed all over my body, heating up in a way the warm water could not.

Because I had to tell Ethan about the new job I landed in, I had waited for him to return. The whole time I explained what I was going to do, he remained silent. I thought he was tired and would not give me a reply.

"Have you bathed?" He instead asked. I actually had no time to do so as I used the waiting time to embroider under the light of two candles. 

Joseph and Felix had kept me company until Ethan arrived, then they gave way and went to sleep. After all, they were also tired from building the fence.

So, I let Ethan prepare the bath with the already boiled water and went into the kitchen as soon as he announced it was ready. 

After his dominant act, and once we were settled in the tub, he became even wilder: hardly sucking my skin, his fingers teasing my nipples, his leg pressing against my crotch. I soon became a moaning mess. 

I did not expect him to have this side, too.

No matter! I love it!

That was my thought before he denied my first orgasm when his thumb pressed and rubbed my clit in all ways and manners he could.

"Ethan… please!" I begged when my second orgasm could not culminate with his fingers fucking my pussy in such a delicious fast pace.

By the third, I still had hope, but he once again stopped on the last minute as his fingers slid out of my unsatisfied entrance. That's how the kiss came. 

Panting and haggard, I pleaded with my eyes. His dark pools calmly looked back at me. I must admit he must have been angry at my rushed decision of grabbing a job right after our marriage ceremony.

"Ethan..." I wanted to apologize, and maybe convince him I was doing it for our own good. Yet, my words died as I was pulled onto his lap

Our crotches touched, making me moan in desire as he let out a hiss. It seemed I was not the only one riled up. Before I could do something to search for my long-awaiting orgasm, he stood up. 

The water rained down all over the kitchen floor from our wet bodies, and he placed me on a counter. Using his hand, he slid his hard and hot cock all over my swollen and pulsing folds.

"Want to come, Isabelle?" He rasped.

"Mm… yes, please! I wanna come! Make me come!" I begged once again, enjoying with all my body the contact of our intimate parts. "AH!" I yelped when the head almost breached my entrance.

"I wanna come, too… May I do it inside?" I bit my lips to not let out an even louder moan as he kept nudging my entrance, teasing, promising. I was so riled up, so hot, that tears started spilling from my eyes.

I threw my head back, not able to hold back the gargled moan as he hardly rubbed his cock and even slapped it on my clit. 

"Wanna come, please! Please!" The only thing I could do was beg, hoping he gave me what I asked for. "Fuck, yes!" The curse came out naturally as his hand slapped and harshly rubbed my wet folds to prepare them for what was to come.

He held my legs tightly closed; his cock slid all over my clit, the purplish head appearing from between my thighs; his hips harshly and quickly hit my hips, creating a marvelous vibration; and our crotches made an extremely lewd and wet sound.

It was as close to penetrative sex as we would have for the time being.

"Coming, I'm coming! Yes,yes,yes..." With hard spasms, my body finally experienced its orgasm. "Aah..." My moan was as long as the effect of the bliss lasted.

Which lasted even after Ethan also hardly came with a loud grunt. 

My legs fell limp over the edge of the counter. Ethan panted as he leaned on his elbows, almost using me as a pillow. His breath teased my breasts, but I had no more fire to burn.

"It's fine." He suddenly said.

"What?" I croaked. I winced as my throat stung. It seemed I hurt it with that last moan.

"The job." He repeated, swallowing to moisten his own throat. "You can do it." 

"You're not angry?" I tiredly asked, not even bothering in keeping my proper speech.

"Never was." He smiled. "I just..." He tried to hide his blushing face, but failed and blushed even harder. "I'm very happy to know we're going to marry soon. That it's not a dream, but reality."

My, this pure and cute and sexy Ethan was worth being fucked all over the kitchen counter. Though not the proper deed, it felt like that.

"I'm also happy to marry you. I like you, Ethan." I confessed. He blushed again.

He bit his lip and sighed, resting his head over my breasts. "I like you, too." He softly said. It was shy and muffled, but I could hear the bashful sincerity.

With that, I could not wait to barge into that Civil Affairs Office and quickly demand to open a marriage process for us. With my relationship finally progressing with the brothers, having gotten a confession from each of them, then I had no doubt that being their Wife was going to be a happy lifelong ride.

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!" I heard a voice far away. A thumb caressed my cheek, and soft kisses were peppered all over my face. "Wake up, darling." 

"Don't wanchu." I sleepily mumbled, batting away the hand.

"The sun's halfway up. You said you had work to do." The voice once again tried to take me away from the comfortable bed, full of warmth. "Come on, Isabelle. We all already had breakfast. Ethan's gone and we have to finish the fence today."

The words slowly but surely slipped into my mind, making the haze of sleep disappear bit by bit. 

"Fine." I huffed. I sat up and yawned. With half-closed eyes, I took off my sleeping garments and changed into some day clothes.

Behind me, the person who woke me up whistled. "Ethan didn't hold back. You were so loud we couldn't sleep until you were done." I blinked and turned. Joseph sported a salacious grin as his eyes roved over my naked torso full of purple and red marks.

Only then my mind jolted awake, and my arms tried to cover the marks. 

"Don't get shy now. One day, soon, we will decorate your skin with our marks. All of us." He wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled once he saw my blushing face. "I'll heat your breakfast. The other two must already be in the plot." 

He walked out of the house, leaving me alone to check the marks left from my passionate night with Ethan. I looked down at the top I had wanted to wear, but changed it for another one with a high neck. I had to cover most of the marks in case someone came to visit us.

Highly unlikely but one never knew!

And, I must have become a seer because someone did visit us.