Chanel and Ethan 32 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 32

... he?" He pulls back to look at me. "I think I'm the one who hurt him," I say, and he actually smiles for a second. "You do have a mean right hook. What happened?" he asks, and I swallow hard. "He tried to kiss me after he asked if you and I were together...and I told him no." "Fuckin Michael," Ethan breathes, and I'm not sure what to say. This is not the kind of attention I crave. I don't want to get between him and his friends, to be the reason for any animosity, even if Michael is an ass when he's drunk. If I apologize though, that will piss him off even more. "Thanks for coming to my rescue," I say, and he smiles a little, just like I wanted. "Looks like I didn't need to," he says, grabbing my hand and looking at my slightly swollen knuckle. Watching him go from super pissed, to gazing at my pain with concern makes me smile. After a moment, I reach up and put my tender hand on his face. He holds it against his cheek, and we stare at each other, green into blue. This is the first time we've been alone since Monday, and I take a deep breath to make the moment last a little longer. I've missed him. Like magnets in sync, I know Ethan's feeling as content as I am when he grabs my face and bends down to kiss me. I run my fingers along his facial hair, feeling his jaw move as our mouths dance. His deep breathing is soothing, his hands on my back familiar and strong. He's kind of attractive when he's angry. Well, when he's not angry with me. "Why does it feel like it's been ...

... forever since we've done this?" Ethan asks, and I smile. "You missed me?" I ask, and he nods with an almost sheepish look. "Don't look so upset about it," I tease him, and he smiles the biggest one I've seen all night. Wow, I'm good at unwinding him. "I'm not upset, I just don't know if you missed me," he shrugs, and I pull his face back down to kiss him again. He breathes in heavily, kissing me back, his hands crushing me to him. "Of course I missed you," I breath into his mouth, and our kissing slows. "I'm really glad you don't like my friends," Ethan says, and I know he means in any way more than platonic friendship. Hearing him say these words aloud seals my enjoyment, and I respond in a way to sum up how I feel. "The only attention I want is from you," I say frankly, and he stares at me for a moment. I mentally trace the ring of emerald green around his pupils before he slides his fingers into my hair, and kisses me so fucking sweetly. My head is spinning with how happy I am, and how sudden this seems, and how all I really want is him. "Be with me tonight," I say, and he pulls back to look at me. "Are you sure? After all that I thought you wouldn't want to," he says, and hearing him willing to put off sex just for me makes me want him that much more. "I'm ok Ethan, I just want you," I say, and he doesn't speak, contemplating. "Just being honest," I add, sort of throwing his words back at him. That's what he said to me before he made me cum like a fire hydrant in Puerto Rico. ...