Chapter 20: A magical night (18+)

“You must be the only one who cried in there,” Ethan remarked as soon as we stepped out of the movie theater.

“Next time we go to an adventure movie, make sure that the protagonist won’t die at the end,” I said, wiping the stray tears that rolled down my cheeks with a tissue.

“Next time, you’re going to choose the movie,” he sighed.

I rolled my eyes at him and headed towards his car. It was like our little routine; we went for dinner and then to the cinema every Friday night. It was unbelievable how fast time passed by; we were dating for almost six weeks.

During the drive back to my house, we talked some more about the movie, and once we reached our destination, he stopped the car.

“Why don’t you come upstairs?” I asked him, and he seemed a bit taken aback by my question. “I could use a drink after all this crying,” I added when he didn’t respond.

“Sure, why not,” he finally said and found an empty spot to park his car.

We entered the small elevator; the tension between us was almost palpable. I gulped down nervously, contemplating whether I took the right decision. I was very well aware of the hidden meaning my invitation had, but at the same time, I thought it was the right time.

“Make yourself at home,” I said when we entered my apartment.

He looked around curiously, and I realized he had never been at my place before. He sat on my white sofa, and I prepared two drinks.

“You have a lovely home,” he said as soon as I sat beside him.

“Thank you. It isn’t very big, but it's all I need.”

His eyes fell on some photos I kept on the small bookshelf, beside the TV. “Is that you?”

I nodded. “My mom has my embarrassing photos, so you won’t find anything funny here.”

“That’s clever,” he chuckled and got up to see them from up close.

“In this one, I’m on my mom’s wedding, here we’re dancing with Chris, and this one is from my eighteenth birthday,” I explained and stood behind him.

He turned around to face me. “You look almost exactly the same; breathtaking,” he whispered and stroked my cheek lovingly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He froze for a few seconds, surprised, but soon enough, he regained his composure and responded with the same passion. He nibbled and bit my lips, and I couldn’t hold back a small moan; excitement rushed through my blood.

“I suggest we stop because I’m not sure for how long I can control myself,” he said with a low voice and stopped kissing me.

“You don’t want me?” I asked perplexed and disappointed at the same time.

He pulled me even closer to him, and I could feel his hard chest under my breasts; his arousal was poking me at my lower abdomen. “I believe you know that that’s not the problem. You want to have sex with me?”

I blushed uncontrollably. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. He leaned his head to the side and study my face for a moment, waiting for an answer. I took in a deep breath, and I proceed to explain to him, “I haven’t been with a man before, but I want to have sex with you.”

His eyebrows shot up with surprise. “You’re a virgin?”

If someone could die from shame, I would have been six feet under, already. I tried to move away from him, but he only tightened his grip around me; his whole demeanor demanded an answer. I simply nodded, not trusting my voice to speak.

“I would have never guessed that. I mean you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever see. Guys must throw themselves at you. Why me, Ophelia?”

“I guess I’ve been waiting for Mr. Right, and everything feels right when I’m with you, Ethan,” I replied.

His facial expression softened, the moment he registered my words. He didn’t say anything in response; instead, he just kissed me fiercely.

I led him towards my bedroom and once we reached my bed his lips were on mine again, devouring every inch of my mouth. His hands stroked every part of my body they could reach, while I run my fingers through his dirty blonde hair. His lips left a little trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth down to my neck, and I was left panting.

My hands played with the hem of his t-shirt, and he happily helped me to take it off. I touched his shoulders and run my fingers down his torso to his abs, gaining a low growl from him. He found my summer dress' zipper, and with one swift move, he undid it. The silk dress fell, leaving me with my black, lace undergarments.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said in a low voice, while his hot gaze traveled up and down my body.

I smiled blushing, and he kissed me once again. I moved my hips from side to side, creating just the right amount of friction between the bulge inside his jeans and the lace of my underwear. I was already wet and frustrated.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy,” Ethan growled and undid his pant’s belt, while I threw the duvet off my bed.

We lied down only with my undergarments and we shared another passionate kiss. This time the trail of kisses he left didn’t stop in that sweet spot at my neck but continued south. His skilled hands unhooked my bra, and without a second thought, he got rid of it. His breath became swallow, his eyes widened, and his hands massaged my breasts, pinching me harden nipples. A gasp escaped my lips and I arched my back when he sucked my little pink extremities.

His sweet torture didn’t end there; he continued kissing and nibbling every inch of my skin until he reached right above the hem of my lace panties.

“Ethan!” I gasped, blushing at the thoughts of what he was about to do.

Ethan ignored me, and surprisingly he started kissing the inner part of my thighs. His thumbs went inside my panties, and with a prompt movement, he slipped the thin material down to my legs, leaving me completely naked.

He smirked, and then his lips were on my pussy. He kissed and licked every part of my womanhood and left me panting and moaning. I clenched the sheets around me, in a vail attempt to control the small screams that escaped my lips.

“Please,” I started begging him after a while, but I didn’t know what I was asking for.

Slowly an unknown sensation started building up inside my lower abdomen, and my hips were moving slowly to the rhythm his tongue and lips indicated.

“Ethan, please,” I begged my voice altered by desire and need.

Suddenly, he sucked and grazed my clit with his lips, causing my insides to clutch and my legs to tremble. I moaned loudly and yelled his name, while I rode my orgasm. He showered me with light kissed, and I tried to regain my composure and register what just happened.

No doubt, why sex was such a big deal for everyone…

“Are you okay?” he asked me, grinning.

“That was amazing!”

“Good, but I’m not anywhere near done with you, yet,” he said, and his lips were on mine again.

I could taste my arousal on his lips, and that only added to my desire. His hands roamed down my body, only to stop where his lips were a few minutes ago. His lips didn’t give me a moment to rest, and soon I was gasping for air. He kissed and nibble that soft spot at my neck, while his fingers parted the folds of my pussy. He inserted one finger inside me, and I felt my vagina stretch around his digit.

“You’re so tight,” he muttered with a raspy voice and started pumping his finger in and out of me.

His lips did some wonders with my nipples once again, while he kept fucking me with his finger. The sensations were too many for me to register completely, and all I could do was moaning and begging him for more. He put another finger inside me, and I nearly came at the same moment.

“Ethan!”

“What is it, Ophelia?”

“Please,” was all that came out of my mouth.

He kissed me once again, his tongue devouring me, and he slightly bit my lips. His thumb started rubbing my clit; the moan that escaped my lips died down on Ethan’s mouth.

“I’m coming,” I muttered breaking our kiss, and he fastened the movement of his fingers.

I felt my insides spasm around Ethan’s fingers, and that heavenly sensation took me once again to cloud nine. Ethan continued thrusting his fingers inside me, and that only prolonged my orgasm.

He gave me a few moments to catch up my breath, and then I looked at him expectantly.

“Is this up to your expectancies?” he asked and kissed my forehead lightly.

“It’s so much more,” I replied and searched for his lips.

He let me guide our kiss this time; it was gentler than our previous fiery kisses.

“You’re really good at this,” he commented.

“I said that I hadn’t had sex before, not that I haven’t kissed any man,” I replied, and his eyes darkened with jealousy.

“From now on, I’m the only man that you get to kiss or have sex with,” he said with a stern voice.

“Okay, Mr. Possessive,” I told him, trying hard not to roll my eyes at him.

“You trust me, Ophelia, don’t you?” he asked, concerned laced his voice this time.

“Of course, I do, Ethan,” I replied truthfully.

He nodded and grabbed a small silver pack form my nightstand. Protection, I thought to myself, but I never realized how it got there.

He got rid of his briefs, letting his dick finally free. My eyes widened looking how big and thick his shaft was. He stroked his full length a couple of times and then covered himself.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed me, and I did as he said. “If you feel uncomfortable, just ask me to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” I muttered, and he gave me a comforting smile.

He kissed me again, and his lips distracted me from what was about to happen. I felt his dick sliding between my folds and then the tip of his hard-on was at my entrance. He moved his hips a bit and then finally penetrated me. My vagina stretched like never before, and a small cry escaped my lips, as a sweet pain pierced through me. Ethan waited and kissed my lips and my neck soothingly until I became accustomed to this new sensation.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, please continue…” I whispered, and he smiled faintly.

He started moving in and out of me at a very slow pace. I tried to ignore the pain and focused on the pleasant feelings.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled and started to pick up his pace.

It was like with every thrust he went deeper inside me, filling me up, making me feel complete. My hips started to move slowly and meeting his thrusts. Our heavy breathing and our moans were the only sounds that filled the room. Soon enough, I started begging him to go faster, but he insisted at a more moderate pace. Despite that, I could feel my orgasm starting to build inside me. My insides clenched around his hard cock, and a curse escaped his lips.

“Please… Ethan… Faster,” I begged, and he finally gave in to me pleads.

He started thrusting inside me faster and faster; my cries and moans were all that resonated through the room. His hand traveled between our collided bodies, and he rubbed my clit.

Another mind-blowing orgasm made me scream his name, while I spasmed around his cock. He kept thrusting inside me until he stopped; a small grunt escaped his lips while he unleashed inside me.

It took us some time to control our heavy breaths and come back to our senses. This was illegally good and addicting...

“Was it too painful?” Ethan asked me when we manager to steady our breathing.

“No, it was so much better from what I was imagining.”

“So, I guess it was worth waiting?”

I nodded and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you,” I said with a small voice, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He pulled me closer to him, and I put my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeats. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“I thought that was given,” I replied, and he chuckled.

“Okay then. You should get some sleep…”

“Goodnight, Ethan,” I said while a yawn escaped my lips.

“Sweet dreams, Ophelia,” he said and let a small kiss on my forehead.