Ice cream, Teasing and Awkward Situations

Chapter 28

"Fuck it," he whispered.

He cupped a hand around my cheek and pulled my lips down onto his.

As soon as our lips met, it felt like every nerve in my body surged to life. I forgot how to breathe, move, or think from the sheer shock of the situation.

Ethan fucking Blythe was kissing me!

He began to move his lips shyly and gently against mine. It was as though he was afraid to hurt me, or that he was expecting to get pushed away at any moment. 

But fuck was I going to do that. I couldn't push him away, and I didn't want to. There were a million and one reasons why I should have pushed him, slapped him, or whatever, but I didn't care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I wasn't about to waste it.

So, I kissed him back.

I reached out and wrapped my hand up into the curls of his hair and pulled him closer. I didn't want a soft kiss; I'd waited far too long for a fucking soft kiss. I wanted him unrestrained. And that's exactly what I got.

 Ethan released a soft low groan, in the base of his throat, and his hands slid down to my waist, and his hold tightened. A nanosecond later, he flipped us around on the bed, so he was now the one on top.

 His lips never left mine once, and he started to kiss me bolder, hungrier, and with more desperation. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, so he was almost entirely in control. 

And I had zero issues with him being in control...

I could feel our legs tangled together at the foot of the bed, and I loved it. I never realized it could feel this good to be close to another person, or more specifically close to him. 

 His hands left my wrists to trail down the length of my body, and over the rise of my breasts. He did it in such a slow, tantalizing manner that it took everything in me, not to release a sound. I could feel and hear his breaths coming out heavy between every kiss, and I felt him clench the fabric at the bottom of my shirt as though he was struggling to control himself. 

Soon, Ethan's hands delved underneath the hem of my shirt, and a gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. The feel of his large warm hands, running up and down the incurve of my naked back, was too overwhelming, and I couldn't help but shiver. 

I presumed Ethan must have noticed because I felt his lips curve up against my own.

He broke the kiss and teasingly trailed his lips against my skin on his route from my mouth to my ear.

"God, you have absolutely no fucking idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered. His words made my heart skip a beat, and my breaths shaky. 

Before my mind could wander too far, I felt him lightly nip at my ear before he moved his head to rest in the crook of my neck. As my breaths grew more and more ragged, I leaned my head back and welcomingly accepted his onslaught of kisses. 

They were long, heavy, passionate kisses, and each one felt like they were marking me as his. I closed my eyes as the pleasure became too much.

Then I heard the door latch struck. The sound instantly slapped me back into reality, and my eyes flew open.

 "Shit," I gasped.

 I pushed on Ethan's chest, causing him to lurch onto his back beside me. He scrambled to his elbows and eyed me in confusion. 

"Ethan, you need to go. That's my dad, he'll kill you if he finds you up here," I hissed as I scrambled off the bed.

 The blood drained from Ethan's face. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What should I do? What should I do?" he said, looking around in panic.