Buyer’s Market(51)

“To family,” my mother says, clinging my glass together. “Ethn, you’re part of this family now. I never thought you’d marry my daughter, but now I can’t see a future that the two of you aren’t in, together. That’s hard for me to comprehend until I see how you two are together. Emmaline isn’t like other girls, but Ethan, you’ve never been like other men. I know you two will continue to be very happy together,” my mom says with a wide smile. It is genuine. “Now, let’s eat before we all get choked up and this food gets cold!”

We laugh but we all go to our forks. It's true, we were all feeling the love so much, a perfectly good dinner could've gone to waste!

The night winds down. We do dessert, we do after-dinner coffee, and we all share stories. I update everyone on my progress with school — and, of course, I’m doing great. The new English professor is not up to par with my current one, so I’ve been doubling up on other ancillary classes. Theatre has been my latest obsession and the drama teacher is absolutely my favorite this semester. She’s got a deep appreciate for classical plays, and that is part of the literature that I know and love.

Ethan and I are taking a summer trip to Italy to see, among many things, the Keats-Shelley house. I’m getting my Romanticism education, in literature and love, from him. Ethan is working on a book, and while we’re there he’s getting interviewed as he’s the foremost writer about Mary Shelley in the world now.

My parents are both up to great things — the company they work for has promoted them both, and they’re still climbing. My parents have always had a quiet ambition, nothing like my boisterous one, but they’ve found their paths.

My family is so perfect right now that I feel a deep sense of contentment like never before.

“Thank you both for a wonderful evening,” I say, kissing and hugging my parents goodbye.

“Yes, thank you so much for everything, Joelle, Daniel,” Ethan says. Both of my parents hug him, and it doesn’t look forced. I’m so grateful for the acceptance.

The fairy tale ending, me, Cinderella swooped off with her Prince Charming, the Beauty to Ethan's Beast, it all feels that much more perfect with my parents totally accepting just how well Ethan and I work together as a couple.

Living together has been a dream.

Not going to lie the instant we get back in the car, I’m grateful that Ethan has opted to have a driver again.

Because I know that the instant we get in the car, I don’t need him driving. I need his hands all over me. Already, the hand at the small of my back feels extra warm, and I know the instant my parents are back in their house, it's going lower.

Yeah, that’s one of the best parts of the fairy tale. I love this man, and he loves me. And we can’t keep our hands off each other for a second, really.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous in this dress. I think you should leave it on for your first orgasm,” Ethan says with a growl, teeth against my ear.

When we slide into the car, he slides his hands right into my dress and runs his fingers over the damp triangle of my panties. I’m always so wet for him, and he hadn’t already got me wet, his voice vibrating against my skin would've done it.

“Your pussy is so soft, so wet,” Ethan growls. His knuckles run under over the fabric of my thong, and then his fingers dip inside.

I blush at his words, even though he’s whispering. It's incredibly obvious to the driver that we fuck in the back of this car almost every day now, and that’s surprisingly not a problem for me.

How did Delia put it? Oh, yeah, she said from virgin to porn star, that’s where I want. Because let me tell you, her and I have had many a bowls of popcorn over the wild and crazy sex that I have with Ethan. Delia told me she’s actually envious of my sex life, and did we ever think that day would come?

“That’s because I want you to fuck me, Ethan. My pussy is so wet because I need you inside me,” I purr, hardly able to breathe when his fingers keep on me like this.

“Your clit is twitching, Emmaline,” Ethan says, his mouth on my neck now. “I think you need to cum soon, so I promise I won’t tease you too long.”

I reach my hand out to grab his cock over his trousers, desperate to feel that velvet wrapped in steel under his clothes, but I’ll settle for stroking the massive bulge. His fingers slide inside me, it feels like three huge fingers inside my pussy, and his thumb circles over my clit. I cry out at the sudden invasion.

Ethan pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, keeps his thumb stroking my clit.

Warm pressure builds up in my belly and I’m aching for release. I’m so close already, and I can barely breathe.