The Flashbacks

Chapter Nineteen: Served

Steph's POV

I could feel my heart racing against my chest as I settled on Ethan's lap. Ethan planted sweet kisses on the hollow of my throat. We had finished decorating the kid's new bedroom earlier this evening and then we all got Chick-Fil-A for dinner. Ethan and I were finishing christening our new couch. We had gone furniture shopping together for the apartment as well as the kids' bedrooms.

"My legs are still shaking from that last orgasm." I whispered, grateful that the apartment had been soundproofed.

"I could carry you to the bedroom." Ethan offered, still kissing along my shoulder and neck. He was still buried deep inside me.

"We have to finish you off first." I whispered. I kissed his jawline as I started bouncing up and down again. Ethan held my hips. I knew when he was about to reach an orgasm of his own when he squeezed my hops, his thumbs digging into my flesh. I knew he liked pleasuring me, but it drove me crazy seeing what I did to him.

"I have an idea." He pulled out of me and picked me up. He laid me down on the kitchen table and spread my legs. "I'm going to devour you on the table, the way you deserve." He planted a kiss on both of my inner thighs.

"Ethan," I started to object. I was so sensitive down there from our sexcapades. I sucked in a breath when I felt his whole mouth on me. My legs tried to clamp shut, but he held them open. I crossed my ankles behind his back since he wouldn't let me close them. I arched my back, feeling my 4th or 5th orgasm roll through my body. I had lost count. My toes curled and I screamed, unable to keep it in.

"Let's get you in the shower and then we can head to bed." Ethan smirked. I opened my mouth to object again and he just shook his head. "You can use the bathroom here, I'll use the guest bath down the hall so that I won't be tempted to not keep my hands to myself. Your pajamas are already in the bathroom." He kissed my forehead. He pulled on his boxers that were still on the living room floor and wrapped himself in a robe. I smiled and bit my lip, watching him as he went. I went to the bathroom and smiled at the pajamas and cute toiletry opticians he had for me. I picked out a body wash, shampoo and hair mask, putting them in the shower. I took a quick but thorough shower, drying off and putting on the silk shorts and long sleeve button up shirt that Ethan left for me in the bathroom. I hated having to wash the smell of Ethan off of me. I brushed through my damp hair and then blow dried it. When I came out of the bathroom, Ethan was already lying on the bed, his hands folded behind his head. He was wearing a pair of silk pajama pants that matched my set and no shirt. I could tell he was already starting to fall asleep.

"Did I tire you out already?" I teased, crawling into the bed next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed his eyes with his other hand.

"No, of course not." He mumbled. I rested my head on his shoulder and traced hearts on his bare chest with my nails. I could feel Ethan's heartbeat when I went over the left side of his chest with my finger.

"What time do you have to work tomorrow?" It was already almost two in the morning. Ethan ran his fingers through my hair tiredly.

"Not until 10. Alex and I usually work 10-7 most days." His eyes were closed, but I could tell he wasn't asleep yet.

"I should probably let you get to sleep." I stopped tracing hearts and rubbed his chest with my thumb.

"I can stay up all night." His voice was getting more and more tired. His breathing steadied out as he fell asleep. Elyse and I had the next day off, both because it was Saturday and because she was working overnight tonight in the ER. "I love you, Steph." Ethan's words caused me to jump a little. I thought he was asleep.