Her response, and the way she said it. This night seemed to get better and better. If all went well and as planned, wedding bells for sure were around the corner.
Ethan continued showing her around the house; from the bathroom downstairs, guest room, and the basement that was still in a mess, to the three upper rooms that apparently one had been converted to his own special room for his own reasons. He told Elena that. There was still a lot of work to be done but the place was getting there, nonetheless. In the greatest depths of her mind, however, she wondered why he had the need to have all these rooms in the first place! Then she remembered that this was a gift and not something that he looked for himself. Lucky him. They finally stopped at the door of what appeared to be the master bedroom. He got in and switched on the lights. Elena followed him behind.
There was a bed next to the door with interesting colored bedsheets and long legs that extended well past the headboard. A night lamp and its stand stood on either side of the bed. There was a bathroom on the right side of the room, with a mirror on its outside wall. A large window and French doors portrayed themselves on the opposite side and in the great beyond of the glass doors was the balcony of the room which was positioned above the garage.
Elena put her purse on the left night lampstand as she headed towards the sliding doors. She gazed towards the outside. It seemed like a peaceful night in this part of the city. Some lights were on whilst others were off in the houses that she could see, as far as the eye could see. She also noticed that the neighbors had a pretty big margin of walk road that separated their homes. She looked at Ethan, he was sliding some ropes down from the ceiling. The room was far from perfect, after all, it was still in the decorating phase. There were some empty dry painting cans by a corner that led to the bathroom. He threw the ropes in one of them and looked at Elena, she was standing there looking pretty as ever in that cute short red dress of hers. They exposed her lower thighs a bit as they barely reached her knees.
"Yeah, so yeah. This is my home, still a mess you know, but it's getting there." Said Ethan still holding his glass of juice in his hands. She moved closer to him, cat walking in a manner of so. Timed steps. One after the other as if properly planned, choreographed. She looked appealing.
"It's perfect Ethan," she muffled her lips as they met in the middle, just in front of the bed, "just like you." She watched him, as he watched her. Dark beautiful eyes. The way her hair curled above her chest. And how red her lips were! His muscles, well exposed to her to see. His face, painted with undying charisma for her attention was studied. Christmas had come early for them.
"You're so beautiful." He said finally placing the empty glass on the bed.
He looked at her, his heart beating, wanting to get out of that cage. He studied her lips with his eyes as she did his. She could feel that she wanted him, to get a taste of what his mouth on hers felt. To share this strange desire that she felt towards him. Her eyes were glimmering, dancing yet again with the reflection from the light. She moved her towards him, closing the little distance between themselves further as she looked at the slightly towering Ethan. They could both feel each other's heartbeat by now and... and... and he could not wait any longer.
He entered in her like a wave of a warm tide as his lips pressed on hers, pinning him on her. She felt herself forgetting to breathe as the adrenaline in her rose like a whistle of wind that turned to a noisy tornado, only much lovelier, appealing, and satisfying. Before she had any time to be washed ashore by him, he pulled away from her desperate longing lips.
It was their first kiss, and what a time it had come.
When she looked at him, she felt that time stopped and felt that all the senses in her body failed to register anything apart from him and cry out for him.
Her eyes glimmered yet again as they studied his face, curiosity of what he had to give off silencing any other thoughts. It felt right. The enticing and loving flavor of the foreign lips on hers for the first time, she wanted more of that. She wanted him.
The two closed the small distance between them once again, and as their eyes met, their lips parted as once before. It didn't need much this time... they simply surrendered to each other. As he kissed her, she kissed him back, and when he put his hands behind her back, she quivered at the touch. Heat rose from her stomach to her chest as her heart missed some beats. Whenever their tongues met, her body reacted to him intensively. The taste of him... it was satisfying and even more welcoming. Ethan Purcell made her want more.
Out of the blues, Ethan felt dizzy and almost dropped to the floor, and he felt gravity pulling him closer and closer. He stopped midway as he supported himself on one of the long legs of the bed. Elena watched him worriedly. Her eyes showed concern but her mind showed that she still wanted him. Was it the adrenaline perhaps? Because it was their first time? Was it too real to be true? Ethan got back on his feet and told her that he was okay. Elena insisted and he insisted further. After much convincing, she accepted his answer.
He stood beside her and cupped her by her cheek. He drew back in as he paced up to her anticipation. Her mind did not wither, after all, this is all she had been craving for, from him. She flowed with his flow, tilted her head opposite to his, and moaned a little. As he kissed her neck, his hands traced from her face to her round ass and soft thighs. She had never allowed him this close to her. Feeling her body in ways that he had never done before sent chills in his back. His hand soared through her thighs and as he was about to bring them up to her underwear, she stopped him in his tracks, her head still titled to pave way for his lips to soothe and caress the soft tender brittle skin on her neck. He repeated the action with his right hand again as he raced for her underwear. She pushed it off again but he got it back there anyway. Her eyes opened, realizing what was going on. He was still kissing the crook of her neck pacing up now as he soared through her, body and soul. His left hand slid from her ass and now both were forcing their way up the dress to reach her panties. Elena let go of whatever she had been holding on to and pushed off Ethan's hands again. She had paced down with her eyes wide opened. He brought the arms back again and raced for her undies.
"No!" She said, a moan escaping her breath as she removed the hands there. She retracted and looked at him.
"Not there, Ethan."
He moved towards her not uttering a word. She moved a step back and her legs felt the end of the bed in front of them. He headed to kiss her again but she retracted and he shoved her on the bed.
"Ethan, what are you doing?" She stuttered, confused.
He didn't say a word. He reached for her again and began to force her to lie down on the bed.
"No, stop." She said, "Ethan stop this."
He moved back a bit and looked at her, still silent. It sounded like a crack in a grey sky; vast and large thunderbolt of lightning that was gone as soon as it came. That's what Elena felt and saw when his palm connected with her cheek. The force sent her body in the opposite direction and she yelped in a loud voice.
"Keep your voice down!" He roared at her, "Or I will kill you!" He hissed.
She looked at him, tears building in her eyes. Hands cooped the hot side of the face that had been imprinted with the mighty slap, seating in the middle of the bed confused about the sudden change of events. What was going on?