Ethan and Chanel 26 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 26

... my chest always feels on fire. The blood circulating through my heart getting warmer the longer her lips are on mine. Even now, I know how this would look to everyone else, but only her and I know the truth. Being here the way we are. This thought makes me want to fuck her right now. To lay her down and worship her body and let her know how incredible I think she is and how incredible she makes me feel. I pull away from her before that thought can go too far and she smiles against my mouth. Chanel’s pillows lips kiss mine one more time before I let her slide down my body. I look up and out of every fucking person here, I see Tattoos watching us. I can’t help my facial muscles when they twitch into a glare. I reach down and caress Chanel’s ass, both hands, giving him a good view. I wonder how she’d react to me claiming her this way in front of him, not being my girl and all. But I couldn’t do nothing. She came here with me and I had to make it known. She doesn’t need some douche coming onto her in an unfamiliar place. Apparently, though, I’m not going to find out right now because she doesn’t even notice the exchange. Doesn’t look at anyone but me. “I’m getting pretty hungry,” Chanel says, looking up at me through her lashes, pulling me out of my reverie. It’s probably after noon now, and we’ve been out all morning. “You want lunch?” I offer and wrap my arms around her. She shakes her head slowly, keeping her eyes trained on mine, the corner of her mouth threatening to smile. ...

... Oohh. I know what she’s hungry for. I smile wickedly and release all of her but her hand, pulling her with me. I eventually get her away from everyone and take her back to the hotel. Chanel fucking giggles as I practically drag her down the hall to our room. Being frustrated since I woke up, seeing her basically naked all morning while watching every fucking guy fantasize about her, and me not able to do shit about it has me eager as fuck. I want to touch her, I want her to touch me, I want to mark my territory on or in her as fast as possible. Because in this way, she is mine. I get the door open and we throw all of our shit on the floor. Chanel inhales deeply through her nose and finds a death grip on my hair when my lips touch hers. I hold her tightly against me, my hands on the small of her back. I love feeling her petite frame, reacquainting myself with her curves. I pull up the hem of her little white dress and she slides out of it, her eyes and mouth impatient to find me again. My shirt, her scrap of material as an excuse for a swimsuit top, our shoes... all gone. Her delicate fingers find the string on my black board shorts and she starts pushing me. I step back, simultaneously stepping out of my trunks, until she forces me in the chair by the bed. She’s standing in front of me, bending down to kiss me, wearing only her black bikini bottoms. I try to pull her into my lap but she resists. Gasping when she pulls away, she gives me a mischievous smile. “I told you I was ...