I shouldn’t be out here like this.I know all of my scars are showing right now.Showing the evidence of what I have lived through.It makes me nervous and anxious knowing someone might see me, but Ethan has taught me that my scars, my body, are nothing to be ashamed of.Most people would turn away from me or look at me with disgust, but not Ethan.Never Ethan.The way he looks at me makes me stop breathing.
The way he looks at me, the way he touches me with such longing and desire—it is a high the heroin could have never given me.It is a high that only Ethan can give me.I feel him straighten up as he places his hands on my arms, the warmth from his skin starting to spread against mine.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers softly in that low dark sexy voice that I don’t even think he realizes he does.It is just him, always him.He never has to try because he is perfect just the way he is.I wouldn’t fucking change a thing.
I tighten my arms around him.“Hey, baby, are you okay?”I ask softly, listening to his heartbeat.
Ethan takes a deep breath.I feel his heart speeding up a little.“Yeah, I’m okay.Shawn was here, we talked.”His heartbeat starts going back down to normal.
I don’t respond.He will tell me what he wants me to know and the things he doesn’t he will keep to himself.I have learned that Ethan and I are a lot alike that way.We share what we feel we need to, and we keep the rest to ourselves.With us it just works.I don’t need his words to know what he is thinking.
His touch tells me all I need to know.He is struggling with what he will have to do soon—he is worried about his family and about me.He is fighting a war inside himself.A war I know he will win.
I feel Ethan move a little and pull back my face and release my hold around him.He quickly turns around and faces me.His hands are at his sides.His breathing is still steady and calm as he searches my eyes for a moment.I feel my heart starting to race as his eyes slowly look up and down my body.
His eyes lock with mine for a moment, then he grabs onto my arms as he turns us around to where I am now standing in front of the railing.
“Let me show you how much I love and need you right now,” he growls in a low dark voice.He forces me to turn around.He releases his hold on me.I lean forward and grab onto the railing as I feel his legs go between mine forcing me to open them wider for him.He walks into me and I can feel his hard dick against me as he pulls down his sweats allowing them to fall to the ground.
He puts his hand on my stomach and makes me arch my back.
I feel the tip of his dick at my entrance as he leans over me, placing one of his hands over mine on the railing, holding it tightly.The metal starts to hurt my skin causing my heart to race even more.
I feel him lean into me more, his dick slowly entering me.He quickly fills me making me moan.As I lean more, my head falls down and I tighten my hands on the railing as he completely leans over me, his naked body on mine.He puts his right hand on top of mine.making sure I can’t move.
He leans in placing his lips against my ear.“Don’t scream,” he whispers into my ear as he tightens his hands on top of mine.He starts to push in and out of me at a painfully slow but intoxicating pace making sure I fucking feel him.I feel my heat wrap around him as he starts to push into me harder.Faster.
He won’t be able to keep this pace for very long because, just like me, I know when he is about to break and lose all sense of control.He keeps his lips against my ear and I feel his breath on my skin as he lets out his own whisper of a moan.
Neither of us wants others to see us like this.But, fuck, it is hard not to scream.He starts to pick up his pace making another moan escape my lips, but before I can let it out completely, his right hand is covering my mouth as he completely loses fucking control.I feel him lift his left hand.He grabs onto my throat as I tighten my grip on the metal railing.
With Ethan it is easy to give up control to him.Feeling his hand over my mouth and on my throat makes my eyes roll back into the back of my head.He makes the control and possessiveness hot as fuck and sexy as hell.He makes me want more and more of him.Of him taking me, claiming me, reminding me that I am the only one he wants like this.
His scent completely makes my senses go nuts.“Marry me, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear.
I feel my heart race.My knees begin to shake as he slowly removes his hand from my mouth and puts it back on mine.
I am trying to catch my breath but between his hand on my throat, his dick moving in and out of me, and his words in my ear, I can’t seem to catch my breath.“Yes,” I moan, feeling him continue to pick up his pace.He is tearing me up from the inside out in the best fucking possible way.
He has made me feel things I never thought I deserved to feel.Marrying him is all I want.I want this every day for the rest of my life.He can have all my shattered pieces.I don’t care what he does with them as long as I belong to him.
“Let me love you,” he whispers in a pained and begging voice that makes me whimper.I feel the tears building in my eyes.
“Yes,” I state in a shaky voice partly from his words and partly because of what he is doing to my body, to my heart, to my soul.He tightens his grip on my hand as he continues to claim me.
He takes a deep shaky breath.“Let me replace every bad memory you have,” he says with so much confidence I feel my entire body melt against him, his naked body against mine, pinning me, taking me, controlling me.
“Ethan,” I moan his name, not able to say anything else.
He tightens his grip on my throat.as he starts to slow down his motion, making my entire body start to shake even more, needing him, craving him.I can feel his dick moving in and out of me hitting every nerve inside me.
“You are my everything, sweetheart.Now and forever, it is only you, it will only be you.Give yourself to me,” he whispers into my ear.I can hear and feel the need, longing, and desire for me.Fuck me, man.
Between his slow motion and his grip on my throat, his whispers in my ear saying all the right things, my eyes roll back into the back of my head again.I feel my stomach filling with butterflies and tightening at the same time telling me that I am so close to release my thoughts are becoming fuzzy.
“I am yours,” I scream and moan at the same time as I feel myself hit my peak.I feel like I am fucking floating.His hands are the only thing reminding me that I am on the ground.
He continues to push into me.I feel his release fill me, both giving each other everything we can in this moment.Sex is not always the answer, I know that and so does he, but I can’t stop, and he can’t either.
