Chanel and Ethan 22 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 22

The day following the incident at the movie theater, Ethan and I text each other nonstop. The only pauses in communication were obligations at work on both our ends. However, I got off earlier than he did, and would have to impatiently wait to hear from him between messages. He wanted to see me earlier, but responsibilities at work kept arising. It’s now nine thirty at night when my phone finally beeps again. *Guess what?* He asks me. *You’re gonna die of old age before they let you leave?* I guess in response. He’s such a smart guy, but apparently that comes with a price. He’s the most experienced tech engineer at his job, and when something goes wrong, he needs to be there. *Wrong. Guess again.* His text says and I ponder before I respond. *....Did you invest in a gun to just shoot everyone there instead?* I type my message and hit send. *Lol you’re getting warmer.* I read his message and laugh. *Umm..you’re at my front door right now here to seduce me?* I reply facetiously and turn my attention back to my tv. Thirty seconds later I hear something outside and press mute on my remote. Someone knocks on my door. A surprised, disbelieving smile spreads on my face and I wonder if I actually won a hypothetical guessing game. I get up from my couch and walk to the front door. I look through the peephole and Ethan is standing there laughing. I open the door and we both start cracking up. “I guessed right?!” I ask, tickled by the thought of how well that turned out. He steps ...

... forward and wraps his arms around my waist while he buries his face in my neck. “You want to be seduced?” Ethan whispers in my ear and I can hear him still smiling. I forgot that detail of my message. “Only if you’re the one seducing,” I reply happily, though my words are true enough. From the moment we decided to keep things honest and relaxed between us, things couldn’t be going better. Ethan doesn’t hesitate to lift me off the ground and step into my house. I wrap my legs around him and he shuts the door behind us. Neither of us waste any more time. My lips find his like a magnet and he eagerly returns the pressure. His huge hands are on my backside, one between my shoulder blades, the other on my lower back, and he’s pushing my body closer against him. I tangle my fingers in his hair and lick his top lip. He nips at my bottom in response, then shoves his tongue into my mouth. My muscle massages against his, and I feel him start walking. When he enters my room, I pull back just far enough to tug at the bottom of my shirt. I strip off my top and he smiles at my enthusiasm. I blush pink and smile back before I kiss him again. I can’t fucking help it. I want him to take me. And I mean really take me. Fooling around the last couple of days has been incredible. I loved every moment of it. But I’m ready for him to fuck me. I want to feel every inch of his solid form filling me up, claiming me. And he doesn’t argue. He lays me on my back on the bed, and I help him with his shirt. No ...