“Don’t beg. Never beg, sweetheart.”
Ethan pushes me forward, and my chest is now pressed into the mattress. He holds his cock and strokes me a few times before drawing back and sliding inside me. The description of fullness seems so trite, but it’s the most accurate description. When Ethan enters me, we are connected, one in mind, body, and soul. “I wish you could see this, Emily; how my cock glides in and out of you…seeing your wetness on my dick.”
Ethan stops and runs his hand down through my lips, gathering moisture. “Turn over.”
He grasps his cock and begins to stroke himself. Within seconds, his lips are back on my breast, tugging at my nipple with his teeth. After a few more moments, he leans back, hooks my thighs with his forearms, and pulls me forward. He wastes no time in aligning himself and sliding home again. With my legs pushed back, he can get so much deeper and I feel him in my belly. His thrusts become aggressive and I know that he’s close.
“Do you want me to take you this way, or do you want to ride me, so I can see your tits bounce?” Ethan quickly adjusts himself so that he’s sitting up. He pulls me into his lap. “Or maybe like this, so I can see your perfect face and the glisten of sweat that forms on your nose as you come?”
All of Ethan’s dirty talk is driving me crazy, and quite frankly, I don’t care how we get the job done because I’m ready to burst. He lies back, pulling me with him. His hands knead the flesh of my breasts as I moan and writhe on top of him. “I want to come inside you, baby,” he pleads.
I’ll never deny him.
As soon as we are connected again, we grasp hands, me using him for leverage. The first few times we did it this way, I felt self-conscious, but now I love the feeling of control and power I have to bring him to his end, to coax his lust and love from his body as it spills into mine.
I meet my climax first, but Ethan soon follows. We collapse together, me still on top of him. I hug him like a child hugs her favorite teddy bear, and feel safe, warm, and satisfied.
We lay together for a while, just caressing and kissing. It is always like this—the tenderness afterward. We’d never… deep breath… fucked. I adored our lovemaking, but also wanted to know what it felt like to be taken in the dressing room of Victoria Secret or the bathroom stall at a nightclub. But we had time, time to experience all of those things. This was the end of one year in a long line of many. Margie says that’s love and I just need to go with it. She explained there is a natural progression and I won’t always ache for him. She explained that-- eventually, he’ll just be a small pain in my ass.
“I love you, Ethan.”
“I love you, Emily. Happy anniversary.”
~Family~
The last five years have been unbelievable in more ways than one. It’s been a long, difficult road, no doubt about it. There’s fighting…and making up, money problems and tears, but we always make it through, and we make it through together. We are, however, about to experience three of the biggest changes in our lives thus far.
Margie is retiring and a new manager will take her place. I’m pretty sure I know a candidate who is a shoe-in. Ethan has taken his duties as assistant manager very seriously. Margie confided to me that it would be a proud moment to see Ethan take her place. The salary increase was nothing to joke about either, and this promotion was enabling us to finally buy our own home. It wouldn’t be fancy or lavish, but it would be ours.
Margie has been an enormous support system for both Ethan and me. She’s stepped in as the mother figure we both needed as we transitioned to new parts of our lives. One could say that I should have been bitter about a “stand-in” mother, but I never saw it that way. She has been my savior more than once, but when I first met Margie, I wasn’t sure what to think.
“Can I help you?”
“Well, I was looking for Ethan.” The woman was small, but spoke with assurance. “Does he still live here?” I hadn’t known what to tell her. It flashed through my mind when I answered the door that perhaps this was the landlord and someone had reported us. Ethan wasn’t supposed to have anyone living with him. I shouldn’t have cared if he got in trouble after the way he up and left me after I spilled my guts to him, but I just couldn’t be angry with him—no matter how hard I tried.
“I’m Margie, Ethan’s boss.”
I stalled in answering her, debating whether I should invite her in.
“Dear…?”
“Oh, sorry—I’m uh…” I didn’t know whether to give my real name. My gut told me that this woman was harmless.