Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

A spicy sleep over

Raven

It was already past midnight by the time I decided I should go to bed. I yawned, stretching my body as I got up from the sofa. Grabbing the remote, I turned off the TV, deciding it was best if I resumed the Korean soap drama I had been watching tomorrow.

I was glad it was my day off and I didn't plan on doing anything else aside from the laundry and binge watching my favorite TV shows, eat lots and lots of ice cream, candy and chocolate. For now though, I was really tired and it was best of I got under my covers.

Just then, I heard my door bell going off. I frowned, wondering who it could be. Was it my parents? A friend that would have put me down as an emergency contact? Nicole? None of it made sense. It was so late, it wouldn't make sense of anyone showing up at this time.

Yawning once again, I reached my door, undoing the locks and then swinging it open. I froze, coming face to face with the one person I least expected to see. "Ethan, " I gasped out, unable to believe what was before me. Maybe I was too tired and that's why I was hallucinating about him at the moment.

My hallucination raked it's eyes up and down all over my body, taking in my oversized shirt that fell to my knees before intently staring at my face. Was something wrong with it? I touched it, only to realize I had forgotten all about the face mask I had earlier put on.

My ears were red hot with embarrassment, but Ethan's hallucination dragged me out of my thoughts. "Wife, are you not going to let me in? " "Uhm, sorry. Come in. " I stepped aside, letting him inside. As soon as he was settled, I excused myself, rushing to my bathroom upstairs.

I cringed at my reflection in the mirror, got rid of the mask, washed my face and then rushed back down stairs. Maybe I had just made him up and be wasn't really here at my place. Only to find out he was making himself comfortable, which in turn only meant that he was real and really here.

He was on my sofa, holding a picture frame and staring at it so intently. The picture was of me, at my birthday, just when I had turned 18. I tiptoed to him, my fingers reaching out and making contact with his bicep.

His body heat flowed through my fingers, tingling as I caressed him from bicep to shoulder, up and down, repeatedly. I looked up, meeting his gaze. The picture frame was already gone from his hands, and back on the table.

"You're real. " I confirmed, although I was still in disbelief that he had actually shown up. His eyes shone with amusement, before he pulled me to himself and wrapped his arms around me. "Now that I'm holding you, do I feel real enough? Are you satisfied? "

Embarrassed, I looked away. "Yeah."

He chuckled silently, lifted my chin with the tip of his finger, leaned in and then sealed his lips against mine. The kiss started slow and gentle with him nibbling my lips, gently placing packs at the corners of my mouth and my bottom lip.

This went on for a minute or so, and then he was diving in, coaxing my mouth open and pushing his tongue inside. I let out a moan, slightly going dizzy with the pleasure as I circles my arms around him and pulled him closer.

Ethan groaned, groping my ass and pressing me much more firmly to himself, making me feel his hard on. The feeling between my legs intensified and I couldn't hell but rub myself on him. We broke apart, the both of us breathing hard.

Nibbling on my ear, he whispered. "Seems like we're going to have to pickup right where we left off. "

****

We were on the bed, already disrobbed, our clothes piled somewhere on the floor. Ethan was kissing me so passionately, I was sure my lips would still be bruised even tomorrow.

"Wife, I'm so sorry, I don't have time for foreplay. I don't think I can hold myself back any longer. "He groaned out, nibbling at my neck. " Are you wet enough? I don't want to hurt you. "

"Yeah. I'm. " I managed to breath out through kisses. " So please go ahead. "

"Are you sure? "

"Yes.Go ahead and check yourself. " I yelled, a little bit annoyed. Nevertheless, I took his hand, placing it between my legs. He chuckled, but nonetheless, his fingers stroked my folds, eliciting a moan from me.

His fingers came back stacked and I couldn't help but taunt, "Satisfied? "

"Yes."

"Now hurry up and fuck me. "

I was so horny and frustrated, I didn't care what he thought at the moment and it looked like he was taking his sweet time. I had really gotten impatient. Ethan looked taken a back, but he chuckled. "As you wish. This husband of yours will oblige. "

After licking his fingers, Ethan spread my legs open, before inserting himself inside me, all at once. My back arched off the bed, and my finger nails dug into his skin. "Shit, you're still so tight. I'm sorry, again. I'm not sure I can be gentle tonight."

"It's alright. Go ahead. I can take it. "

"Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you. "

Hours later, I was begging him to stop. It's like a switch had been flippen on him and he was completely a different man from out first night.

"E-Ethan, I can't take it anymore. Let me rest. " I cried out, hoping he would listen to me this time. I had already cried out to him twice before, only for my pleas to talk on deaf ears. I was on all fours, clutching onto the bed sheets for dear life.

Ethan held my hips, thrusting inside me like his life depended on it. I gasped when he hit a particular spot, my legs trembling in the process.

"You're twitching, babe. " He grunted, sounding pleased. Even though I felt good, I was getting really tired. I turned my head his way, giving him my best pleading look. He leaned forward, my back to his chest. He palmed my bteasts, licking and biting the skin around my shoulders. "Just hold on a little longer for me, hmmm? Just a little and I'll be done. "

I couldn't refuse him, so I nodded. After that, he fucked me so hard, I came, screaming out his name. Ethan followed shortly after, our lips locking together again. He was really a passionate lover.

I thought that now that he had come too, I would be able to get some rest again. That was only my delusion talking, because my husband was pouncing on me again. It was all going to be a really long night.

"Please. . . " I was begging, my voice already gone hoarse from screaming and tears pooling in my eyes. "I'm going to pass out if you don't stop. "

"I promise this is is the last time. " He placed a kiss on my nose. "Just hold out for me, baby. " He circled his hips, once, twice and I could feel my walls begin to tighten around him. I looked up at him with teary eyes, urging him to hurry up.

He got the hint, pumping faster and harder. It only took a short time, but the night came, moaning out his name for probably the hundredth time. He followed soon after groaning out sweet nothings in my ear as he came.

He pulled out, and I felt my body go slack with both relief and ecstasy. My eyes already heavy with sleep and tiredness, began to close on their own. I felt something warm between my legs and opening my eyes as much as I could, I saw him cleaning between my legs.

Unable to keep them opened for so long, I succumbed to sleep. Before I could lose complete consciousness, I felt my husband wrap his arms around me. Cocooned in his warmth, I finally passed out.