Trust in You

Chapter 40 - Madeline

I was so desperate when Ethan kissed me in the meeting room. I want him to kiss me because he wants to, not because he hates to see other men kiss me. His kiss was more like a child who hates his toy being taken away from him.

But his kiss now is different. This one is more like the one who treasures me. Full of love and adoration. Ethan's kiss is getting rough and demanding, but I don't mind. I missed him touching me like this. I want him to want me desperately, like I want him. These few days made me realize I want him. I really, really want him. Not just my lust speaking, but because this man grows into me. His gentleness, his protectiveness, his everything...

He looks me deeply in the eyes and smiles. "You're mine, Sweetness. You are mine," he whispers to me and claims my mouth again. Our tongues mingle. I manage to save my flowers. Ethan doesn't seem to care about the flowers, but I really like it. The flowers are safe on the table now.

I pull him to me. I'm laying on the couch with Ethan on top of me. He devours my neck hungrily, going down to my chest. I'm wearing a strapless dress, and I already take off my blazer. So my chest is exposed. He kisses my chest, trailing from the left to the right. I let out a moan. I want him. All of him. I don't want to wait anymore. His elbows hold his weight on the sides of my face and he stops kissing my chest. His face flush, and I bet my face flush too.

I bite my lower lip while still looking at him. He looks into my eyes deeply, trying to find the answer.

"Sweetness..." He whispers softly.

I lift my head to his ear and whisper to him, "make love to me Ethan." I put my head back on the couch and stare at him. My breath grows heavier.

He studies me, searching for the answer in my eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want you to force yourself. I'm willing to wait no matter how long it will take. Or even if you want to have no sex before marriage. I'm okay. I will wait for you. You are worthy, Sweetness."

I smile at his words. The way he says it is so sincere. "I never had sex with my exes, not because I don't want to have sex until married, Ethan. The reason is... I'm waiting for the right person. And the person is you."

And just like that, his control slips away. He kisses me harder than before, it's like he doesn't give me time to take a breath. Ethan devours my mouth, his hand works his way to my zipper on the side of my body, unzips it all the way down and takes the dress out of me. He leaves me with my strapless bra and panties. His eyes skim my body, and I feel so exposed. My hands try to cover my chest, but Ethan holds it, shaking his head. "It's better than my imagination," he says, his finger tracing my lips, goes to my chest and my tummy.

"Ethan..."

He leans over and lifts me up. I squeal and he laughs. I cling onto him, with both of my legs wrap around his waist, and he walks me to the bed. Put me there and stand in front of me.

God, the view is absurd. Ethan takes off his suit, cufflinks, and shirts. Next, his shoes, socks, belt and pants. His eyes never leave me. He is only in his boxer, me in my bra and panties (luckily, I love to match my bra and panties. Virgin or not, I like to match it).

He comes on top of me and kisses me. "Enjoy the show?" He teases me.

I giggle. "Immensely. The superstar is just too irresistible," I say and just because I feel naughty, I lick his earlobe.

He lifts his head and looks at me in surprised. "God, you are a vixen. My vixen!"

I laugh. "Just because you popped up my cherry doesn't mean I never watch porn, Ethan Hall" I roll us until I'm on his top and start kissing him from his face to his chest, I lick his nipples and kiss his 6 packs stomach, all the way down to the line of his boxer. He pulls me up before I can kiss him again and roll us until he is on top of me again. I confused, and as if he can read what's on my mind, he says, "I can't last longer if you kiss me there. It's been too long for me."