Chanel and Ethan 19 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 19

... make a claim on me then?” I blurt out jokingly, but immediately regret it. It’s quiet for a moment before he answers. “Because I’m a fucking idiot, too,” he mumbles and I move my head to look up at him with a guarded expression. He stares down at me with eyes hard as emeralds. “You don’t have to answer that,” I reply, begging that he just drop it. “I knew how things were. I was joking.” I add in hopes of dissipating the tense atmosphere. Ethan’s hard look softens and he sighs. “Things were definitely complicated at the time,” he says and I nod. “Yeah no shit. I’m tired of everything being so complicated,” I reply and rest my chin on the back of my hand that’s still on his chest. “Me too,” he agrees. “I’ve had enough drama to last me a lifetime.” His tone is a little darker with that comment. We marinate in our thoughts for a moment, and he breaks the silence when my eyes meet his. “Lets keep this uncomplicated then, shall we?” he asks and I knit my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?” “This.” His eyes flash down as if motioning to us in general. I smile and tilt my head. “I couldn’t agree more. Just..be honest with each other. Take it slow,” I suggest, and I hope I’m not coming on too strong. But when he smiles widely at me, I know he’s on the same page. “Honesty. I like that.” He caresses my back as he speaks. I plant a soft kiss on his chest and he gives me a wicked grin. “I’ll start,” he announces and I giggle at his expression. “Honestly Chanel, I never want you to run ...

... away from me again.” As his sentence progresses, he gets more serious, and I stare back into his intent eyes. I know exactly what he’s talking about. “Honestly, I don’t want to run away from you. I never did. I guess I just...didn’t know how to handle what was happening.” I confess guiltily, only now beginning to comprehend that I hurt him. “I understand. I hope I don’t give you any more reason to.” He hesitates then, and I wait patiently. “I helped Nicole get the rest of her shit out of my house,” he says in a quick, harsh tone. “I’m over her, I’m over it. All of it. She acted like a fucking child when it was all said and done. And after that day...I don’t feel an ache where the hole she ripped through my heart had been. I still feel the betrayal you know, but..she’s not on my mind anymore.” When he utters that last sentence, his piercing eyes are resolute. It’s clear who has been on his mind. I bite my lip and am unsure what to say at first. “Well..I’m glad you’re figuring things out for yourself.” He smiles and pulls me further up his body, my face now right in front of his, laying right on top of him. “That’s why I came over. Since we’re being honest, I guess you could say I finally figured out...how important you are to me.” The lightest flush crosses his cheeks, and I can tell he’s nervous to air his views. And it’s so fucking cute. I smile and bring my lips to his, and he deepens the kiss, grabbing the back of my head and keeping me there. *** “Chanel?” “Mmm…” “Chanel, ...