Ethan's Desire.

Twenty-four

   It wasn't until almost midnight that I'd started to worry that Ethan wasn't home yet.

I'm not even sure if this was a home anymore, it's been almost two weeks that Liam has been gone. I've received no word concerning his whereabouts and I couldn't even care less what happens to him.

His mother has been over once to apologize concerning her son's behaviour towards the well-being of his duties as a husband.

I couldn't even stand hearing her preach all day long about how he couldn't have done what he did without me failing him as a wife. Seriously, I felt like shouting my ears out at her face and slapping some sense into her but I kept cool and let her run her mouth, when she was finished I showed her the door and kicked her out of my house.

  For the past two weeks, Ethan has started by taking turns changing his clothes in his apartment then after work at the station he comes back to Marie and I unfailingly to stay.

  I layed down on the plump couch waiting for him, Marie already slept off trying to wait for him to arrive and quite frankly I was getting worried concerning his late arrival. I reached out to grab my phone from the table and at that moment the door opened and Ethan came in looking tired and beat.

I stood and walked up to him, without saying anything I led him to the couch for him to sit.

"I'm sorry for coming back late, there were lots of pending work undone at the station, I had to finish it all". He faced me, his head still rested on the chair tired.

  On its own accord, I reached out my hand and weaved it through his dark hair, I noticed that it had been trimmed in some places,

'maybe he had a haircut', I thought.

Lately I felt like I had been wearing him out, i’ve always looked to a male figure for help and now I looked to Ethan for help when I needed one.

“Thank you Ethan, whenever I looked for help you’re the only one who have been here for me”. He turned to look at me and gave me one of his infamous earth-shattering smiles that melted me from my inside out.

He sat up and looked at me deeply, he sighed “I will always be here for you even when you don’t need me, I’ll be here for both you and Marie. I meant what I said”. I smiled back at him, he stood up to go take a bath after a day’s work at the station and I let him.

“Are you hungry?”. I asked him as he turned to leave.

“I’m fine, don’t you worry”. He left but I still felt that need to worry about him. He is sacrificing so much for Marie and I and I couldn’t help but feel like this is unfair to him at all and its my fault.

I wanted to do something for him no matter what it took. I knew that I still felt strong feelings for him that I couldn’t deny.

I went upstairs and entered his room; I could hear the water droplets coming from the shower head, the splashes as it hit his hot skin and fell to the floor, his deep sombre voice as he groaned to the crawl feel of water against his skin.

Unknowingly, I began to fantasize to the groans I was hearing coming from him in the bathroom, his thick hands gliding along the contours of my skin, his finger trailing along the lines of my backbone.

His thick skin pressed up against me, pushing me against the glassy walls of the shower, his swollen and hard length flicking around my engorged entrance silent and vigilant waiting for his intrusion. The feel of water slapping and dancing around to my songs of pleasure with the high notes emanating from the back of my throat to the ecstasy of coitus.

My fingers clawing and clutching Ethan’s back as I try to hold on to the gyrating movement of his hips slamming in and out of mine.

“Venus are you okay?”, Ethan’s voiced bringing me out of my lust induced haze. I looked up to meet his stare deeply on me.

I wiped the invisible drool at the side of my mouth becoming aware of my surrounding and looked up to see him in just a towel wrapped around his mid-section. His chest bare with water droplets running up down those packs. His body screaming at me, my mouth filled with thirst as my eyes followed every drop, my tongue wanting to lap and lick every drop till the very last one.

“Venus”. His voice laboured and thick with heavy emotion, he could recognize the lust deep in my eyes. I stood up from the bed where I sat and I walked up to his without taking my eyes off of him.

We were breathing heavily at each other; He shifted closer looking so dangerously lethal, my dark Prince.

Almost immediately, we started kissing like ravenous animals starved, I held unto his thick shoulders with all my might, his hands longing for me, my hands tugging at his thick hair. He raised his head and looked at me his groans thick with emotion.

Once again he charged at me, grabbing me by the waist and lifted me up, my legs immediately locked at his midsection. The kiss was wild and full-blown, the ecstasy of our joined hips creating friction in my nether regions, pent up heat and sparks afire.

He placed me on the bed, his elbows propped by the sides of my head. His mouth left my lips and started to lock around my earlobe, my neck biting and nipping at the soft flesh tantalizingly. I tried to talk but instead mewls of pleasure left my lips, my arousal growing heavier by the second.

My nightdress has been discarded, I knew that I didn’t wear any brassiere only panties but I couldn’t care less at this point; his mouth hungrily searched for my puckered nipple grazing it lightly before fully covering it with his hot mouth. Out of shocking pleasure, my legs immediately wrapped itself around his naked hips, his towel missing.

His hot mouth moved from one swollen bud to the next breaking me down completely; our foreplay lasted for how long, I wasn’t even counting. He started to move lower and lower............ and all of a sudden he stopped.

He lifted himself from above me, “What’s wrong Ethan, did I do something?”. I asked feeling worried and starved at the same time.

He shook his head and started to move away from me, my hand reached out and I held unto him, my eyes pleading, “What’s wrong? Is it me? Did I do something wrong? Am I terrible? .....”. I rushed out.

“No it’s never been you, I can assure you”. He said solemnly.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure I should be doing this, I mean you aren’t with your husband anymore that I’m glad for, but I don’t want this to be 'in the moment kind of thing', I don’t want this to just be because your husband isn’t around, I don’t want us taking advantage of this moment. When our time is right, I don’t want to share you with any one at all”. He confessed bowing his head.

“I understand, it should for just us. I’ve been thinking of meeting my lawyer anyway.” I said.

“What for?” He asked curiously.

“Concerning getting a divorce between Liam and I. I should have done this long time ago, the time is right”. He started to move away from the bed to leave the room,

“Where are you going?”, I asked him sitting up. He started putting on some briefs and then sweatpants that hung low on his hips,

”Just thought that I’ll go sleep on the couch....”

“No sleep with me I want you next to me, please?”. I pleaded moving on the bed trying to make space for him. He climbed in and wrapped the sheets around us, his arms stretched out drawing me closer to him so that my back was pressed up against his front.

“Goodnight”. I mumbled.

“Goodnight”. He replied as the sleep overtook the both of us.