lost; ethma

twenty-three

song:
see me fall- y2k remix

emma

the last time we had sex, things were different.

ethan was cautious, careful, and gentle. like i was some sort of old porcelain doll that your grandma told you not to touch.

like i said, this time things were different.

(a/n: y'all asked for this)

i slam his apartment door, and my hands travel to his belt to unbuckle it. after a second of trying, i pull the heavy thing off and throw it to the floor.

my mind keeps making up excuses for me. excuses like, "you're just trying to get over grayson," or "you just had a bad day."

except, i know i would be more than willing to do this on a good day. any day.

my brain snaps out of it as ethan grabs my arm, preventing me from unbuttoning his jeans.

"are you sure about this?" he asks me with pure intent in his eyes.

i answer him by kissing him forcefully, snapping him out of that trance that was keeping him from jumping on top of me.

no, i'm not sure about this. but do i want to do it? hell. yes.

i unbutton his dark jeans and snake my hand inside his boxers. i play with him, which makes him immediately hard and horny as hell.

the horny side of ethan is different. he takes control, and no one is getting in his way. this ethan doesn't make sure everything's okay. he knows everything is amazing.

he turns me around and pushes me up against the apartment door. his finger trails up my stomach, lifting up my shirt along with it to expose my light pink bra.

he lets out a slight sigh, then...

rips the shirt right off of me.

his lips find a way to my neck, then down to my shoulder, then my chest...

snap.

his hand also found a way to my bra clasp, and it was undone in one smooth touch.

godly.

i gasp. "sorry," he chuckles and i playfully cover my chest.

his response to that is jerking my hands off of my chest and pinning them to the wall above me. i'm panting, hard. is it that obvious that i want him?

his sultry look stares into my eyes, and he lets go of my hands. they fall to my side, but not before long, he grabs my wrist and leads me to the living room.

i must have a confused look on my face.

so he kisses that look right off of me, and removes my short denim shorts along with my panties.

"lay down," ethan huffs.

"what? where?" i ask. i'm trying not to look so insecure, standing here naked in broad daylight and all.

he looks at me, grins, and points to the coffee table.

my heart immediately starts racing.

i walk over to the table and sit on it. i cross my legs and lean back, acting confident.

"you know we can't get anything done with you sitting like that," he says, looking down at my closed legs.

i laugh. "and we won't get anything done until you're fully naked."

ethan smiles, and quickly removes his shirt. his abs and muscles were shining towards me from the reflection of the sunlight. god, just fuck me already.

next were his already unbuttoned jeans. then boxers.

he pounces on me, kissing me and laying me down across the coffee table. his kisses trail down my chest and stomach, then to my sensitive area. he lips travel all over my inner thighs, literally making me weak.

his gentle (yet somehow rough) hands spread my legs apart, and he starts going down on me.

it's like everything is intensified with ethan. his touch is just magnificent, and it leaves me wanting more each time.

his tongue slips in and out of me, and i slap my hand over my mouth from moaning each time it gets more intense.

after a couple of minutes, i'm not sure i can take it anymore.

"i'm about to..." i pant.

right before i do, he stops.

"you taste so good, baby."

he towers over me, making me practically beg for him. "say you want me," he demands.

"i, i.." i gasp. "want you."

he forcefully enters me, thrusting in and out. i moan quite loudly, and his large hand covers my mouth. "try to be quiet."

my own hand travels downward, touching myself from the amount of pleasure he is causing me.

my world is spinning, and i feel like i can't see straight. just before i burst (again), ethan separates from me. he scoops me up by my ass and carries me over to the wall. my bare back is pressed up against it now, and he rams into me again.

my hands are baring on his shoulders for balance, and his hands are still gripping my ass. tightly.

his lips find mine, and my hands find his hair. i tug and pull, earning a grunt from him.

as he goes faster, i cant control myself. i practically scream as i release all over him. he kisses my neck and grabs my breast with one hand, letting both of us slide down and collapse into one another on the floor.

"wow," we both say in unison.