Cherry

Chapter 38

Cherry

The drive to Ethan's place, or I should say Wyatt's, was short miles-wise, but felt like an eternity time-wise. The minutes I was separated from him by a car's center console was making it feel like hours. I honestly just needed to touch Ethan and be touched by him. While on the drive, Ethan told me that he's been staying with Wyatt for vacation, but lucky for us, he won't be in South Carolina for another few days. I was listening to Ethan while he told me this information, but I couldn't help but lean over the center console and plant kisses on his neck. Hearing him sigh between his words, and having to pause because he lost his train of thought from my lips sucking on his smooth skin was enough to send me over the edge. He continued to drive but steered with one hand as the other gripped my thigh roughly. I wanted to tell him, "Fuck it, let's pull over," so I could climb on top of him, right there, in the car. I couldn't even think of the unbelievable present he gifted me, simply because the only thing on my mind currently is his body, and I know he feels the complete same. But, the anticipation of touching him increased even more as soon as the beach house came into the picture.

I can barely step out of the vehicle before Ethan quickly walks over to my side of the car, wrapping his arms around my waist and crashing his lips onto mine. He steps backward, so I can walk forward, shutting the car door behind me. We take small steps like this the entire walk up to the house, without his lips ever leaving mine. I can feel my heart pounding from the excitement and the pressure increasing between my thighs.

Once we make it to the door, Ethan pushes my body against it. I hear a clinging noise and feel his arm moving around in his pocket, trying to multitask to get the door unlocked.

After a few seconds, I hear the door swing open and hit the inside wall with force. I feel my feet leave the ground with Ethan's hands around my torso, still passionately kissing me and carrying me into the house. I hear the door shut behind us as I lock my legs around his waist, holding onto him tight, not wanting to let go. I never should have let him go.

My back now crashes against something soft, and I open my eyes, revealing a cream-colored couch underneath me. Before I can process what the inside of the house looks like, Ethan is climbing on top of me and crashing his lips right back onto mine, like he can't go another second without tasting me.

Panting, I let out, "You sure Wyatt isn't going to randomly show up?"

Ethan keeps kissing me before he answers, sliding his hand up my shirt and squeezing my breast, earning a moan from me. "I'm sure," he finally mumbles between my lips. Having enough of my shirt covering my body, he pulls it up, and I lift my body to help him rip the fabric off my skin.

Once my shirt is gone, he pulls himself away from my lips and focuses on my neck, sucking and licking my skin eagerly. He's going hard enough to most likely leave a mark, but I don't mind. I would love to have proof that Ethan Wright's lips roamed across my body.

Wanting to explore the rest of me, he kisses down my neck, which leads to my collarbone, which leads to my chest, and my breast; a never-ending trail of kisses. He continues the trail down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my shorts. Ethan tugs them downward, ripping them off me completely and leaving me bare for him.

"Is this okay?" he asks me as I lay down, with him in front of me, inches away from touching my clit. His fingers slowly graze my lower stomach as he awaits my answer.

"Yes," I sigh, watching his fingers move down until they reach my clit. At the first touch, my hips move forward, simply because of the sensitivity that surges through my body. I haven't been with anyone since Ethan, and someone's touch other than my own feels astounding.