Chanel and ? 18 - Sex Stories

Chanel and ? 18

... and keeps his hold on me, not moving an inch. God, I have missed him. The feel of his large body beneath my hands. His warmth like a blanket, and he smells so good. I run my fingers through his hair and he buries his face in my neck. When he pulls his head back I lean as well to look in his eyes. Deep green and warm, just as I remembered. We look at each other, my hands holding his head, and it feels like something is blooming. The atmosphere, the feeling inside myself, growing with a thick, sensitive emotion. When my eyes flash to his lips and back to his eyes, his expression almost looks pained. “Oh Chanel,” he whispers and kisses me. And I let him. He’s gentle. More gentle than he’s ever been with me. His warm, soft lips graze against my own in the sweetest way. I hold his face close to mine and reciprocate, my top lip between his, then my bottom. Ethan opens his mouth and closes it along my own action. Pressing and pulling, he puts more feeling into this one kiss than any other encounter we’ve had. When I push away from him he sets me on my feet and goes to pull his face away. But I keep my hold on him. My fingers in his hair, I continue kissing him and he doesn’t object. When I start walking backwards, he realizes this and moves with me. I blindly guide us to my bedroom and release him only to start unzipping my jacket. He does the same, our lips staying fused together. Ethan puts his large hands on my hips, his index fingers and thumbs touching the skin above my ...

... jeans, under my shirt. I hold his shoulders and our lips linger against each other. I can’t believe he’s really here. Part of me felt like this would be lost forever. I wanted to give him, and myself space to figure out what the fuck we wanted. What was right. And in not so many words, he’s telling me what he’s chosen; me. With measured movements, Ethan guides me backwards until I feel my bed behind my knees. His hands make their way further up my shirt until he’s grabbing my impossibly small waist in his iron grip. He lifts me and lays me on the mattress coming down with me. His body is pressed against every line of my own, my legs bent, thighs resting along his sides. We break our lip lock, our faces still an inch from each other, and nothing needs to be said. The way he’s looking at me sends something stronger than butterflies racketing around my stomach. He gives me a wet, chaste kiss and goes lower placing his lips at the base of my jaw. I don’t know how long we continue like this, neither of us in a hurry. When his shirt makes it half way up his back, I know I don’t want to stop. I pull it the rest of the way and he slips his head through and I toss the fabric. He looks down at me and gives me a heartbreakingly beautiful smile. The first time I’ve seen him smile tonight. I beam up at him and he rolls us over, me now straddling his lap and he sits up to meet my face. Ethan lazily tugs the hem of my shirt up my torso, his fingertips teasing my sensitive skin as he goes. He ...