Chanel and Ethan 22 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 22

... momentary sharp pain. Fuck he’s huge. The movement tightens his body impossibly further and I groan. “Cum for me,” I beg and he moans. My hips go faster and I feel like a firework barreling further into the atmosphere, waiting to explode. “Ethan, cum inside me,” I moan and bring my body down to his. My firm tits press against his chest and I put my lips to his ear. “Please fill me up,” I whisper and he stops completely. Then shoots his load deep inside me, groaning furiously. I fuck him impossibly harder, and feeling his hot cum pulsing into me sets me off. “Fuck!” I scream and hump him frantically. He keeps hold of my ass as I cum all over his cock, the wet sound the result of both our fluids. When I can ride him no more, I relax completely on top of him panting hard. We lay there for a while catching our breath, my entire weight not seeming to bother him. Eventually he moves us to where we’re laying next to each other, the only sounds are our quiet, paced breathing. “Chanel,” Ethan says breaking the long silence. “Ethan,” I reply and wait for him to speak. When he doesn’t, I turn on my side to look at him. He doesn’t meet my gaze yet, and now I’m really curious. “What’s wrong?” I ask him and drape my leg over his body putting my head on his chest. He finally looks down at me and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “I have something to ask you, though I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it,” he confesses. I straighten my body a little more to look at him more easily, his arm ...

... wrapped around my back. “Ok,” I reply, preparing myself for an unknown question. “Before I ask you, there’s something I have to tell you.” The surprises just keep on coming. “Ok,” I respond again, not really sure what to say. “As of 2:04 p.m. today, I signed some papers, and I became officially divorced,” he says in a low voice and I feel the shock on my face. “So, you’re not married anymore?” I ask, and excitement unfurls lazily in my stomach. “Nope,” he says. When he sees a smile tugging at my lips, he smiles back. Our mutual happiness at that prospect is nearly tangible. “Ok, so what’s your question?” I ask slightly more optimistic. He couldn’t possibly deliver bad news after that joyous comment. No more Nicole. He becomes hesitant again, however, and my curiosity is burning a hole through my brain. He opens his mouth and I impatiently wait for words. “I was wondering...if you’d like to celebrate with me.” Again, I’m surprised. His expression made me think he was going to confess to murdering her or something. When the shock wears off, I nod. “Of course,” I smile widely at him. Let’s party. And again he becomes reluctant. “Well..I was wondering if we could make it an all weekend thing. Like...a five day weekend thing,” he says hinting at my extra days off this week. Today was my last day at work until next Tuesday. What could he possibly want to do as a celebration for five days? “Ok,” I say slowly. “What did you have in mind?” I ask and finally he smiles. “I can’t tell you ...