Smile - CrankGameplays

28. Moonlight

A pool of moonlight spilled onto her naked back, leaving a milky color on her skin. The blanket dressed across her lower body, just enough coverage to hide the skin that was kept private from most eyes. Her hair was in a tangled mess, curls sprawled all around the pillow, cascading down the side of her profile. Along the slope of her neck, Ethan's hazel eyes traced the smallest dots of purple and blue. He had done that, marked her. Claimed his territory by ironing his tongue against her flesh and sinking his teeth into her hot skin.

And Ethan knew she was enjoying the physical pleasure he was giving her. The sounds she made, the actions she committed. When he first placed his mouth on her neck and delivered sultrily bites. His torture caused her to wiggle beneath him, gasp for air, tug on his brunette locks quite hardly.

He was infatuated with the melodious noises that emitted out of her inflamed lips. The way her eyes squeezed shut each time his finger brushed against one of her most sensitive sports, certain points on her body that he remembered for their future rendezvous.

Ethan wasn't sure if he would ever admit that he took pleasure out of her pulling his hair. The feeling it gave him when she would yank on his hair in response to the torture he was doing to her... he simply couldn't explain it.

He couldn't help but stare at her complexion. She was literally glowing as Ethan's eyes danced all around her. He settled his icy finger into the dip of her back, slowly guiding his finger down her spinal cord.

She shuddered beneath him and rolled over, facing him as her eyes struggled to open.

Ethan now got a better look at all the markings he left on her body. Hickeys scattered around both sides of her neck, bites and bruises right around the curve of her breasts. He didn't even want to imagine the evidence he left on her inner thighs, but even that thought alone made him shift around in her bed.

"Ethan," she said sheepishly, "Hey."

Her post-nap, post-sex voice was soft and a little raspy as he subconsciously inched closer to her, "Hey."

The presence of her naked body next to him was almost too much to handle as his lingering stare remained on anything but her eyes.

Reese took note of the hungry look in his eyes as she blushed. After sex, Reese was one to immediately hop in the shower and put on some clothes, hide away in multiple layers of blankets. But with Ethan, she didn't feel the need to cover her exposed body. She was comfortable in her own skin around him. The way he looked at her... said enough.

She was self-conscious about her body, the way she looked in certain lights, certain angles. Reese wasn't a stick but rather an average size with curves that shaped her body nicely. She didn't feel comfortable in two-piece swimsuits and sure as hell didn't feel any better naked, but with Ethan staring so intently at her, she didn't feel the need to be self-conscious about her appearance.

There was no such thing as flaws in his eyes, the imperfections she tricked herself into believing she had didn't exist to him.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked, pulling the sheet up to her body and covering her chest.

Ethan shifted over so he was laying on his side, the palm of his hand pressed up against his face, "I slept great, you?"

"Really good."

"I'm glad," he said, "How do you feel?"

Reese smiled to herself, "Amazing, never been better."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do,"

She shuffled closer to him and rested her hand on his cheek, "I left quite a few hickeys on you. Couldn't help myself."