Page 61 of Ethan's Sky

I’m Scarlet. The confident, sexy, fantasy he craves.

I step away from the door and turn to the stereo in the corner and push play. I already have my playlist downloaded and ready. Five songs that make me think of Ethan. Five songs to drive him crazy with need. Five songs to remind me of this moment even after he’s walked away.

I want to take my time and enjoy this next half an hour. To burn each second into my memory.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m here? Or am I just supposed to sit back and enjoy the show while you keep your secrets.”

Placing a finger to his lips, I nod while shushing him.

The music starts, I close my eyes, and everything else disappears as I get lost in the rhythm. I untie the belt holding my lavender satin robe closed allowing it to open and fall to the floor revealing the sheer matching baby doll that comes just to the tops of the globes of my ass giving him a glimpse of the matching thong. None of my costumes I wear on stage are this revealing. I chose this just for him.

It’s his favorite color on me.

I’m entranced by the beat for a second, enjoying the way it speaks to my body, the freedom it brings taking over. The low growl coming from the couch behind me causes the corner of my lips to curl and my eyes to open.

I walk slowly to where he’s sitting, remove the glass from his hand and set it on the table beside the couch, never ceasing to swish and sway my body to the beat. I stand between his legs, bending down and sashaying my way back up to the rhythm of the song.

With his hand in mine, I guide his fingers to where I want them. One hand up behind my neck, gripping my nape as I straddle his lap. If he notices the wig, he doesn’t say anything.

His other hand reaches forward to lift my mask, but I push back shaking my head again.The mask stays. It’s the only armor I have.

He looks confused, studying me. I close my eyes in a panic. Wanting to distract him I take his other hand to follow a path from my collar bone to my breast, pausing for a moment to enjoy his touch, savoring the feel of his thumb as it brushes my nipple through the silky fabric. It sends a shiver through me straight to my core. I fight to hold back a whimper but fail. Ethan hears it and chuckles softly.

Leaning in, he whispers against my ear, “You like my hands on you don’t you beautiful?” His breath a sweet caress across my skin. Still, I say no words, just nod. I can’t speak, even if I wanted to.

The other hand releases my neck and follows the same pattern to the other nipple. He gives it a pinch and our eyes lock. His lips turn up in a beautiful smile, one that says he has me right where he wants me. It’s the challenge I need to take what I want.

At first, I just wanted to feel his touch. To savor being this close to him one last time, but his goal is to drive me crazy, maybe get me off. It stirs something inside me.

Game on.

I lower my head, eyes watching him through my long lashes. Grabbing his left hand, I drag it down placing it firmly on my hip. I feel his hard length beneath me and grind down on him, once, twice, three times, eliciting a guttural groan from him. The sound makes me smile, but also causes more wetness to pool between my legs. I’m getting close.

Placing his hand between us, I shift my thong to the side and guide his fingers along the seam of my pussy and begin to slide myself along his hand. Ethen doesn’t hesitate. He shoves two fingers inside of me and begins to pump them in rhythm to the music. His thumb circling my clit as he curls the other two and reaches that spot only he can. My climax is building, but I’m not ready to let go yet. I slow my movements.

Ethan slows his fingers, puzzled by my actions.

I’m tired of pretending all the time. I want to feel something real. Even if only for a momentwith him.

I wrap one hand around his neck, untying the top of my baby doll with the other, letting it pool at my waist. His eyes follow the movement, his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the sight of my breasts. I raise his chin with my finger. Once his eyes are on mine, I tip my chin toward my breast, silently asking him to put his mouth on me.

He doesn’t waste time. He greedily sucks and nips, as I moan and writhe in his lap bringing myself closer and closer to the brink. I pull his head back, gripping his hair tightly with both my hands staring into his eyes as I come. Short pants passing through my lips. His eyes locked on mine.

I reach my hand between us, frantically undoing his pants. His eyes pop from my hands to my eyes, then his hands are cradling my face.

I can smell myself on his fingers.

“We don’t have to.” I place my hand to his lips, silencing him, then bring his fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. The taste of release on his skin turning me on even further.

Yes, we do.

I reach for the bowl on the little table beside us, grab a condom and hand it to him with a nod urging him to open it while I pull him out of the confines of his pants. When his cock springs free, his head lulls back, and a sigh passes his lips. A smile tugs the corner of mine.

He’s wants this as much as I do.

I stand momentarily, dropping my baby doll and thong all the way to the ground. Ethan’s breath hitches. He gets the condom on and grabs my waist bringing me back to his lap and slams me down onto his cock.

My eyes roll back in my head. He stills a moment allowing me to adjust to his size. The burn and stretch of his cock feel like something I’ve been missing all this time.

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