I peel off my leggings as Ethan undoes his pants, both of us grinning at each other. He was taking me to dinner, but our hunger for each other surpassed the need for food. I started teasing him while he was driving, so he found a deserted road and parked. I'm surprised by how spacious his car is when I maneuver myself onto his lap with him in the driver seat. I'm ready and wet thanks to his hand a moment ago, and I line myself up with his dick. I lower my hips, feeling him create a space inside my body for his massive size. Ethan holds me, helping me, and we're both panting already. I hold onto the seat and the inside of the door, and I moan when only half of him is in.
"Shit," I whimper, and Ethan tries to adjust himself, making room for me to get comfortable. I get my knees lower, and he slides in deeper, both of us moaning. We have such amazing sexual chemistry, it's ridiculous. Every time he's inside me -even though it can hurt- I feel better somehow. We know what the other person wants and we're always eager to give it. What started out as just sex evolved into something...better. We're connecting on a higher level than just physical gratification; we get lost in each other, with each other, the mutual feeling undiluted. I've only slept with five men in my entire life, and Ethan is by far my favorite.
When his length is nearly buried inside me, we start a rhythm in our compact space. Up and down, back and forth, I ride him, us panting the same space of air. I put my forehead on his and we stare at each other, the only noise our breathing, the only movement our slow rocking. In the middle of our moment, Ethan reaches up to hold the back of my head, kissing me with a desperation I've never felt before. I kiss him back as he holds me tightly, and when he pulls away, he moans into my mouth.
"I love being inside you," Ethan whispers, and I moan too. "I don't want to lose this," he says quieter than before, and my already erratic heart jumps.
"You're not going to," I say, because I don't either, and his face almost looks pained as he groans. I grab his face and kiss him again, trying to get rid of whatever's bothering him. Lately there's been an undertone to his actions I can't seem to put my dainty finger on. So I fuck him harder. Whatever it is, it's bothering me too, and I want us both to forget about everything but each other. He holds my waist and assists in picking up our pace. When he starts pounding up into me, forcing me onto him simultaneously, my moaning gets louder. He hits his spot on every push. And I say his spot because he's the only one who's ever touched it. The very tight, very tender entrance to my cervix that the head of his dick wedges into when he's deep inside me. It's impossible to avoid when he gives me his entire length, and I love it. Another connection only he and I share.
It's getting hot in his car, but we don't stop, both of us getting closer. Ethan holds my hips and forces me all the way on him, still humping me, and his pubic bone is stimulating my clit.
"Ahhh Ethan," I moan, implication in my tone.
"Cum for me," he pants, pushing his hips. I grip his shoulders, fucking him with hard, quick movements. When he moans in his deep voice, it sets me off, and I cry into his neck. Not a second later he joins me. Wrapped in each other, we cum together, groaning incoherent cries of pleasure. I want to stay in his arms, but eventually the temperature becomes unbearable. I pull off of him and cover my cunt with my hand to avoid a mess. We clean ourselves up, and he rolls down the windows, starting his car. Ethan's much happier after that, smiling at me as he drives to find somewhere to eat. He reaches for my hand under the corner of the table during dinner too, giving me a carefree smile. For the first time today, I feel relaxed, and it lasts until right as we're leaving the restaurant.
"Ethan?" I hear someone call, and I look up to see Ethan blanch. He turns around as some girl coos "Hey!" while he gives her a hug.
"How are you?" she asks, and when Ethan pulls away to stand beside me, she freezes. It's silent for one second, enough time for me to register that this is awkward.
"I'm good Hannah, this is Chanel. Chanel... Hannah," he introduces us. She's very pretty, blonde, big brown eyes.
"Nice to meet you," I say sweetly as she composes herself.
"You too," she replies, smiling. I glance at Ethan, and he seems reluctant to speak.
"Uh, Hannah's an old friend of mine," he says, clarifying how they know each other.
"Oh, okay," I nod, and Hannah won't stop staring at me. I've seen that look before; she's jealous of me.
"Well, my sisters are waiting, um, it was nice to see you," she finally turns to Ethan, looking a little hurt.
"You too, see ya," he says, and she steals another mental photo of my face before walking away. I'm feeling severely uncomfortable about what just happened, but I refrain from jumping to conclusions. We get to Ethan's Subaru, and I find my courage when we're sitting at the stoplight outside the parking lot.
"Do I get to know why that was awkward?" I ask in a light tone, looking at the profile of his face. I immediately start getting that feeling from before, and it's not good.
"What do you mean?" he asks, and my insides tighten.
"Was it not?" I ask. The seconds tick by and I try to be patient.
"Chanel... there's something I need to tell you," he says resigned, and my stomach rolls.
"Okay," I reply, my smooth voice not giving me away.
"A couple days ago I...took Hannah on a date."
"Oh," I say, somewhat detached. A date? Ethan sighs, gripping the steering wheel.
"I went because Hannah and I have a long history. I guess I thought I owed it to her," he says, and for a second I feel delusional. He wants to date other people? The realization that he doesn't want just me consumes me with nausea.
"I understand," I say, surprising myself at how collected I sound. We're both quiet for a moment, which turns into a couple minutes. I feel hurt, but I don't want to say anything. They only went on a date right? The instant I hear him clear his throat, my heart starts pounding.
"There's more," he says, and I shut my eyes.
"What did you guys do?" I ask, staring at the back of my eyelids. It's quiet for another very long six seconds before he answers.