Ethan and Chanel 35 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 35

... about me so much," I say, stepping toward her. Chanel is speechless as she stares at me, so I continue. "When I left you last night, I felt my life falling apart all over again. I went home and thought about what I wanted, just like you asked, and all I could think about was you." Chanel's looking at me through her lashes, contemplating my words, looking more beautiful than should be possible. "I'm sorry for disregarding your feelings, but I can promise you it'll never happen again. I don't want to hurt you, I want to be the one to make you happy...only me. I'm here because I didn't want one more day to go by without you knowing how much I need you." I'm standing close enough to touch her now, my posture confident as I look down at her. I don't want to leave here without her saying yes. "Do you really mean that?" Chanel asks quietly, and I reach for her. She lets me hold her small hands in mine, her petite body perched on the counter. "Every word," I promise, and she purses her lips. "This is a big step." "And I want to take it with you," I assure her, the words easier to say with every passing second. "I don't...want to make the wrong decision," she says, looking at our hands, me looking at her. "What do you want, Chanel?" I ask her, and she peeks up at me, debating for a moment. "You," she whispers angrily, but despite her tone, a wave of electricity floods my insides. "Then you can have me," I promise her, moving my face down to her level. She shakes her head, her ...

... expression pained. "Ethan-" "What's holding you back? Let me fix it." "I'm still upset with you," Chanel says sadly, and leans back, her tits being pushed out of her tight corset. I keep hold of her hands and step as close to her as possible, closing any distance between us. "I know, and I could apologize for the rest of my life and it still wouldn't be enough. Let me make it up to you, let me make you happy." For the first time tonight, I see something in her eyes that wasn't there before, and I'm hopeful. "You really want this?" she asks, and I cup her face with my right hand. "I want you," I reassure her, stroking the smooth skin of her cheek, her beautiful face like a porcelain doll. "Just me?" "Only you." "And you've thought about this?" she asks, and I nod. "I have. If I'm sure of anything, it's us." My words are full of conviction, and my confidence is growing as she stares at me. I will forever remember the look on her face, right here in this moment, when she utters the words that make me feel like a king. "Then I'm yours," Chanel whispers, and I suddenly feel a million miles from earth, lighter than air. I smile and don't waste one second to kiss this amazing woman that now belongs to me. I hold her tightly, feeling the hard fabric of her lace corset as her tongue plays with mine. She tastes sweeter than she's ever tasted, feels better in my arms than she's ever felt. We live in this moment for an eternity in and of itself, and it still ends all too soon. "Can I ask you ...