chapter 6

Penny swallowed. She couldn't believe that it was all hers, even for one night, that she could touch Ethan and undress him. Still looking into his eyes, Penny put her hands on his vest, pulled the top Velcro, pulled down the zipper. The air thickened, and they were both breathing heavily. Penny was so that it almost hurt her body, and she could have sworn that Ethan wasn't better right now. Still, he waited, obediently stony in Penny's arms, hot, excited, with a pounding heart.

He let him pull off his vest and jacket, jerked his shoulders to throw them off as soon as possible. Penny was in no hurry with her undershirt made of soft crumpled fabric. She stroked her shoulders, hot and hard under the thin fabric, touched her chest and sides. Ethan had a surprisingly harmonious figure: broad shoulders, a thin waist and narrow hips. All this was not visible under heavy equipment. Penny unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and placed her fingers on the hole between her collarbones. She wanted to press her lips to the spot, but Penny doubted she could.

Therefore, I just stroked every opening piece of skin, stretching the pleasure as much as I could. Ethan had a scattering of red freckles on his shoulders and a few thin whitish scars, soft blonde hair on his chest and a little darker, but just as soft, in his lower abdomen. Swallowing hard, Penny put her hand there and was immediately swept away by Ethan, who squeezed her with both hands and pressed her against the mattress.

He was fiddling, lowering his pants along with his underwear, and his touched between Penny's legs, already hard - this made her shudder and shrink, and then tried to relax. She was breathing heavily, waiting, but still she was not ready for penetration. It was painfully unpleasant, bursting, and painful again. She moaned, buried her forehead in Ethan's neck.

"Hush," Ethan whispered confusion as his lips touched Penny's ear. "Quiet, you'll feel better now." Hush. Good. My good, tender...

The words fell like red-hot lava into Penny's heart, and she exhaled, going limp as if she had been stripped of her will and bones. She spread like a meaningless puddle between Ethan's hands and the fabric of her sleeping bag, squeezed Ethan's waist with her legs, directing him into herself, screamed.

"Oh my God... Slower—" Ethan's whole body trembled, his eyes closed, and an alarming crease appeared between his eyebrows. Penny didn't want Ethan to be anxious, she wanted him to feel good.

It hurt her, but it was good too, and she was madly right, as if she had been going somewhere for a very long time and finally came. Penny moved her hips, pulled Ethan towards her and kissed him, spreading her lips with her tongue and possessively making her way inside. Ethan groaned, pulled Penny away from him, and pinned her hands to the ground. He stared for a few seconds without moving, and Penny's stomach was pulling and singing at how heavy the look was.

When Ethan pushed inside, Penny couldn't help but scream and threw her hips up. Ethan immediately clamped her mouth shut, and Penny arched, leaning harder. The body seemed to live a life of its own, responding to every thrust, Penny did not understand where was down and where was up, why it hurt and why it was good, she felt only Ethan as a part of herself. I looked at him without looking up. The way his eyes close, the way his face twists with pleasure, the feverish movement of his hips, the way his muscles roll under his skin. The light of the lamp went around Ethan's figure, and it seemed to shine on its own, and a halo of warm yellow light could be seen around his disheveled hair.

Penny moaned, and Ethan grabbed her by the hair, bit into her lips, and put the other hand on her lower abdomen and stroked Penny's inside with his thumb, instantly feeling for a point of fire that knocked out all thought, blinding her with a flash of pure pleasure.

It seemed that Penny was screaming right into the kiss, it seemed that she was bending in Ethan's arms like a captured bird, it seemed that a wave of fire washed over her from the inside. And then they lay motionless for a long time, as if they were dead, and Ethan continued to hug her. Ethan's eyes, when Penny looked into them, were startled and confused.

He sat up, slipping out of Penny, and then ran his hand over her stomach. He muttered something in Latin.

Penny reached for her clothes and grabbed her hiking pants. They were two sizes too big, as were all her clothes (there was no other in the camp), but Penny was used to wearing belts at all times.

"Where?"

Penny shuddered.

"I want to get dressed." To get out of here.

— No, I don't. The soft expression on Ethan's face disappeared, replaced by hardness. "Lie on your side." You'll stay here.

"But I...

"Lie down." On the side.

"Can I wash myself?" I—" Penny waved her hand and blushed.

She was... Their... their liquids and...

God, what a shame.

Ethan stared at her without blinking, and then stood up in one slight, unified motion. As he was, in unbuttoned pants and with a bare torso, he walked to the table, rummaged through the drawers. He took out a pack of tissues, took one, and threw the rest to Penny.

Clearing herself of under Ethan's gaze was strange, her cheeks were burning, but Penny was able to finish and was proud that her hands barely trembled.

Ethan nodded, took the used napkins from her, and walked to the table. He wiped himself, dimmed the light, and took out a woolen blanket from somewhere, probably prickly.

"Lie down and sleep."