Chapter 63: Remember Me

At this point, his fingers were caressing her upper arms.

"Did you meet him to apologize?" Ethan asked, his voice gentle and understanding.

"I did. I called, he won't pick up. Neither does he respond to my messages. I even wrote letters, they were returned to me," she said closing her eyes, tears flowing through her closed eyelids.

His hands trailed her upper arm to her shoulders.

"Don't cry, Jelly Bean. Everything will be alright." Ethan said, comforting her. "Perhaps, he needs some time…to miss you."

"No…it's being over a year. And do you know what I saw when I called you yesterday?"

"What?" he asked, his brows raising, mirroring her expressions.

"I saw him, with a beautiful girl. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Jeanne cried. "Her hair was like threads of fine silk and her eyes, are just so beautiful. If I were into girls, I'd totally do her."

"There's no one as beautiful as you, Jeanne," Ethan whispered. "You need to see yourself the way I do."

Their eyes locked, and he maintained that unwavering connection. For some inexplicable reason, she found herself unable to break away from his intense gaze. His words, gentle and reassuring, had a calming effect on her, just as his touch had on her skin.

Drawing nearer, he tenderly cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb caressing her face.

"Your skin is the softest, like velvet to the touch, and any man could easily lose themselves in your eyes," he spoke softly, sincerity in every word.

Her tears ceased, and her eyes softened as she absorbed every word he spoke.

"I don't know what to tell you," he said further, his hands moving down her neck, gently and slowly caressing her before touching her breasts.

"But at this moment...I can take your troubles away," he said and brushed her her nipples with his thumb, turning it pebble hard.

She moistened and bit her lower lip.

He kept quiet for some seconds and continued gentle brushes on her nipple through the fabric of her camisole.

She moaned and made to close her eyes.

"Look at me," he said. It was hard, but she did.

He slid his hands under her camisole and gathered her breast in his hand, pinching her hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

A breathy moan escaped from her lips.

He moved his face close, so they were just a few inches away.

"What I can give you…is this moment," he said, other hand slipping into her bum shorts, making his way to her bud of desire. His hands met a pool of moisture and it delighted him.

"You're wet, Jelly Bean," he said to her, smiling.

"You know how to make me wet in an instant," she managed to say.

He dragged some moisture to her clit and rubbed against her tenderly.

""Don't close your eyes, Jelly Bean. Focus on me."

"Adri...Ethan," she moaned.

"Yes, Ethan," he said, happy his name finally made it to her lips during her euphoria.

He increased his movements on her, and she cried out loud, holding on to him. Her grip, tight on his arm. And then he slipped a finger inside her. The feel of her warmth on his fingers made him groan.

She opened her legs wider, moving her hips forward, giving him more access.

He noticed her want, and he slid in another finger. He went in and out of her, gliding and stroking and, sporadically, he would twist his fingers around as if desperately seeking something precious.

She bucked her hips against his hand, and she held his face against hers.

"Cum for me, Jelly Bean," he requested, incorporating intense rubbing of her clit into the list of affectionate gestures on her.

She almost fell off the sofa as she writhed with passion. She pulled away from him and arched her back, allowing the sensation to ravish her. She crooned out his name as she shuddered and saw lights.

She was still suspended when Ethan knelt in front of her to remove her shorts.

She looked at him, confused by his actions. He spread her legs and leaned against her, kissing her waist.

"This moment…right now…is what I want you to remember, anytime you're feeling down, anytime you're not happy…"

"Ethan…" she said, trying to stop him as he lifted her core to his mouth. "It's too much, I can't take...ohhh arggh."

His tongue was on her before she could stop him. He ate her out like a delicacy. His tongue was all over the place. From her entrance, to her folds, to her bud.

His tongue danced on her core, lapping, vigorously licking and his lips sucking. It was so intense, so raw. Jeanne leaned back into the sofa, exposing herself to him in totality. Her finger held his hair in a fist, and she was moaning like she was going out of her mind.

Ethan sucked away the thought of another man right out of her. For that moment, she was his.

She tasted so good on his tongue. She smelled amazing. He brushed his lips against her lips and when she thought he couldn't give her more, he thrust his tongue into her moist channel.

And when, she came, he wouldn't let her go. He took her from one end to another.

He was reluctant to release her, as this was the most he could offer. Even though she paid for it, this would be the enduring memory of him she would carry with her.

The absolutely mind blowing orgasms he gave her.

"Ethan… please, I can't take anymore…please."

He let go, and she sat up, flinging her arms around him and resting on his shoulder.

"I want you to be happy, Jeanne. Think of me when you're sad, okay?"

With the little strength she had, she nodded.

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Ethan enjoyed a couple of exhilarating days with Jeanne, mirroring their previous encounters. As always, it was a sad goodbye for him.