ALIYA TORRES
'Yeah. You"
His voice dropped an octave low as he lifted me off his chest hauling me to him. His chest heaved up and down, I had no idea whether it was from the cold or the anger boiling inside of him.
I had to make him join me one way or another. It was such a fine night and the water felt amazing against my skin, the cold prickling my bare skin but at the same time cooling my body from the insane heat I had whenever Ethan and I were close.
Slowly, as his feet sunk into the sand he walked into the tent putting me on my feet as he looked around for a dry cloth.
His hair was wet as well as his clothes and I dare say he looked so hot even with a scowl on his face.
'Here, dry yourself with this",he said wrapping a long cloth around my shoulders.
I dried my hair as my dress which had now shrunk and drenched with water dripped water to the ground mercilessly. My hand went to the back of my dress as I tried reaching for the zip and failing at it.
'Ethan?" I called out watching him work at the bonfire as he ruffled the sand from his feet.
'Mmh",he replied turning around to stare at me.
I didn't know why I felt shy to ask him but if I didn't get rid of the wet dress hugging my body like a second skin, I would probably die of cold.
'I need your help with the zip", I turned my back to him my finger pointing to the zip at the back of my dress.
Like a man summoned for an important mission, I felt his presence behind me in mere minutes.
I felt his hand tug on my hair pushing it to the side exposing the back of my neck. Goosebumps formed on my neck and on my arms not sure whether it was from the cool breeze of the night or from Ethan's cold touch.
I felt the brush of his fingers slowly pulling the zip down as my back suddenly became bare and naked to him. I felt his fingers draw a line down my back making me shiver and bite my lip to stifle a moan.
But the time the dress dropped to the ground in a heap, I craved his touch once more. I craved for his touch, for him to rake my body with his fingers and his mouth and torture me till I convulsed with lust.
I turned around, aware that indeed I had a lacy black bra with matching panties. I saw his eyes widen with passion in an instant and my breathing hitched.
'We still need to get rid of these",he said cheekily his finger pulling the straps of my bra. His hands greedily went to my back unclasping the thingy that held my bra in place and taking rid of my bra. All the while I stood infront of him reading his facial expressions.
Getting hot just by how he looked at me as if I were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
'So fucking beautiful",he muttered his eyes slowly glazing down my body.
His hands went to the sides of my waist sliding down until they touched the hem of my panties. I was never worn to wear lace, be it lacy bras or panties but Paris convinced me to do so telling me they went well with the dress and the occasion.
Looking back now, I realized what she meant. They really did go well with the occasion and they seemed to turn Ethan on like crazy. One hand groped my butt as the went to my face lifting my chin so that I was deeply staring into those icy welcoming eyes of his.
A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth as he cupped my cheek tenderly pulling me to him for a kiss. And I kissed him with equal vigor, trying to match his speed, trying to quench his thirst that seemed unfulfilled. I could feel his other hand slowly slide my panties off my body and I stifled a moan till it fell lazily down my legs.
My nipples hardened from a mere kiss as they poked his chest that was covered by a damp t shirt. As if he couldn't take it anymore he reached for my legs lifting them off the ground as my thighs encircled his hips.
We kissed as he carried me to the virginal white king sized bed adorned with red petals. He left my mouth, his kisses trailing down my neck, sucking every inch of my skin. I felt him everywhere. I felt his lips as they left soft and tender kisses on my collarbones.
His other hand trailed off from my ankle making its way up, up, up and up. My body arched against the bed as I willingly let him explore my body and torture me like he wanted.
Suddenly, he stopped just when things were getting good and I lifted my head from the pillow to stare at him. His eyes were glued to the cut just by my shoulder and I could sense hesitation from him.
'Does it hurt?" He asked running his fingers on the wound.
'Not really", I said quickly.
'Aliya I don't think, it's the right time to-' he started and I cut him off,
'I want this. I want it now", I roared more like barked at him.
I wanted him now and here. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be his and I so badly wanted him inside of me.
'I don't-I don't want to hurt you",he wallowed going back to my face as he pushed a few wet spiky strands of hair from my face.
'You can never hurt me", I said as I watched something like guilt in his eyes.
He reclaimed my lips once more before going back to what he had started and I couldn't be more happier. I didn't know that it was possible to crave someone this much.
For me, sex was done because some people were obsessed with it not because they were in love with one another. I couldn't necessarily call this sex could I? No, we were making love because I loved him. We were not just fucking but consummating what we felt.
His lips found my breasts leaving soft kisses before sucking my nipples into his already wet mouth. My head lolled back against the pillow squirming with pleasure as his other hand, teased my thigh.
He sucked, stroked, licked until I could feel my nipples erect and swollen due to how much attention they had received. He later trailed down to my navel, seductively kissing before he reached my intimate folds.
With such mastery, his tongue teased my clit as his fingers worked in and out my hole until I could no longer form real understandable words in my mouth. Everything that came out of my mouth was pure gibberish as I lifted my hips from the bed slightly feeling myself reach the peak.
I could feel the burning heat of my release make me sweat, make me pant and when I thought it was over, I felt Ethan part from me removing his shirt and pants with record speed before his weight crushed me. He parted my legs as he occupied the space between, I could feel his length against my folds, hard as a rock.
I could feel him teasing his length against my hole and never had I ever wanted something so much like I did today at this moment.
'This might hurt",he said against my cheek and I knew that it would actually hurt but I was prepared. Prepared for this, for us.
'I know", I muttered gazing at him with an assurance that I could take it.
He kissed me before he parted from me pushing the head first. It hurt, it was like being ripped open and once he had his entire length in me smoothly and gently, I felt like I couldn't withstand the pain.
'It will get better, I promise",he assured and I trusted him. He once again pulled out, pushing in and this time the pain had died down something entirely new overtaking it.
When he pushed in and out again this time faster and rougher, I felt so surreal. I encouraged him to go on as we both held eyes. He pushed, pushed and pushed until I couldn't think, until my brain turned into mush, until my eyes rolled back to their sockets gripping his shoulders for support.
I could feel him hit the right spot I didn't know existed. I could feel myself reaching my peak but I didn't want to, I didn't want it to end but instead I wanted it to last forever, to have him in me forever.
