Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

25

Warning!

Don't read this if you're sensitive or very religious person because trust me your heart won't be able to take it. I suggest you skip this chapter or maybe not be here at all.

For the rest of you dirty little lads enjoy.

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Control was something I never really had in my life. Before it was my mom controlling me and what I wore, what I said. When she was gone I was really myself.

Around Ethan, I also had no control over myself sometimes. I was someone else, something wild.

There were things I never thought I'd do; I still did them regardless. They were things I wasn't supposed to do. My conscience, my religion and my upbringing was screaming in my mind, but i couldn't hear a thing.

I was focused on him. All I knew was I wanted him. I had needs before, but they were so easy to push aside. Today was something else.

I inched closer to him, my eyes focused on his lips. They were beautiful and pink like I remembered them. I wanted to know if they felt the same.

I moved closer slowly, painfully slow. His breathing quickened against my upper lip and finally our lips met. He didn't object, but he kissed back.

The familiar feeling of his lips against mine was something I had missed as much as I pushed the thought out.

This kiss was the longest and the deepest. My palms were caressing his face, pulling him closer. His tongue touched mine and entered my mouth.

This was new and I was taken by surprise. I didn't stop though. I wanted more.

My hijab was on loosely like I always wore it since I moved here so it slipped off down to the middle of my head.

We pulled apart and gasped for some air. Ethan looked at me and I could see that familiar look in his eyes. He wanted this too.

He slowly touched the material of my hijab be looked at me like he was asking for permission. He then unwrapped it from around my neck as it had already fallen down.

I helped by untying my hair from the bun it was in and my long black hair fell down to my back.

This was the first one he'd seen me without my hijab. He wasn't the first guy, but it was his first time.

A toothy smile stretched across his face.

"You're beautiful." He whispered. It was quiet, barely audible. Only for me to hear.

An amazing feeling rose in my stomach and that craving for his touch returned.

I rejoined our lips and they moved in synch and soon enough he broke the kiss to take off his shirt leaving his chest bare. I followed and pulled my hoodie over my head leaving me in my tank top which I had underneath.

This was the most he'd seen. He'd never really seen the shape of my boobs or how small my waist was or even if I had curves.

"Fuck." He mumbled before sliding his large hands down my waist and then he gripped on tight, pulling me into him again.

He went for my neck. I was confused at first until I felt his kiss my neck and then slowly begin to suck and light bite on a single area. It felt good and my mouth opened in pure bliss.

A unexpected moan escaped my lips and my eyes widened at how loud I was. To Ethan though, it was music to his ears.

Having his arms around me felt amazing and my heart was racing. He pulled me on top of him so I was in control. Everything that happened was in my lead.

We continued to make out, my legs were on either side of him and he was underneath me. His hands were still latched to my waist and he began to guide them in a certain rhythm.

I was stupid and didn't realise I was fucking grinding on him until he let out a moan along with my name.

"Mal." He mumbled.

I kept going. We were both in our jeans. Everything was fine until mid-makeout, I felt something.

Something poking directly underneath me and where I was on top of Ethan.

Oh shit! He didn't just?

I broke the kiss and gave him a confused look.

"You can't blame me for getting hard? You're fucking sexy and you completely turn me on." He said confidently.

Why did that make me feel excited? I laughed and buried my head in his shoulder.

It didn't feel real. It all felt like an illusion.

I rose to look at him and entwined our fingers together. He watched me like the first time I did this. The first time I voluntarily touched him years ago.

I used my other hand to grip the bottom of tank top and pull it over my head, leaving my hair to fall back on my face as a mess.

Shock was written on Ethan's face. He was observing me because now my boobs were in full view over covered by my push-up bra.

I watched him lick his lips and look at me again. He leaned forward and placed kissed on my chest and down to in between my breasts. I was still on his lap, my legs on either side of him.

"Beautiful." He mumbled between each kiss.

His arms reached to the back of my bra and he looked at me again for permission. I kissed him as an answer and he undid my bra.

I felt my bra become loose as the straps fell off my shoulders. He slowly removed my bra and sucked in his breath when he saw me.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this." He sighed.