Chapter 120.

Chapter 120.
120\. Rachael.

I watched as Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked me to stay with him tonight. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the deep sense of longing and need. Without hesitation, I nodded, my heart aching for him.

"Of course, I'll stay with you," I said, my voice soft and reassuring. I could see the relief wash over him, and he pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I felt his warmth, his scent, and his heartbeat against mine.

As we stood there, holding each other, I could feel his pain and grief. I knew that he was struggling to come to terms with his father's passing, and I wanted to be there for him. I wanted to comfort him, to hold him, and to love him.

"I don't want to be alone tonight," he whispered, his voice muffled against my shoulder. I nodded, holding him closer. "You're not alone," I said, my voice soft and soothing. "I'm here with you, and I'll stay with you as long as you need me."

As we stood there, I could feel his body relax, his muscles unwinding as he let go of some of his tension. I held him close, my arms wrapped around him, my cheek pressed against his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat slowing, his breathing becoming steadier.

Without a word, Ethan began to move towards the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. I followed his lead, my arms still wrapped around him. We reached the bed, and he sat down, pulling me with him. We sat there for a moment, holding each other, the only sound the quiet beating of our hearts.

Then Ethan leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that said "I need you, I want you, and I love you." And in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The kiss deepened, and I felt a sense of passion and desire wash over me. But it wasn't just about passion; it was about connection, about feeling alive, and about feeling loved. Ethan's lips were warm and gentle, and I felt myself getting lost in them.

As we kissed, I could feel Ethan's grief and sadness slowly start to lift. It was as if our love was a balm to his soul, soothing his pain and calming his fears. I knew that he still had a long way to go, but in that moment, I felt like he could face anything as long as I was by his side.

I couldn't help but comply as Ethan started pulling off my coat, his hands gentle yet insistent. He threw it in the corner, his eyes never leaving mine. "I want to feel your body against my skin," he said, his voice low and husky.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke, his words sending a thrill through me. "But, I'm cold," I protested, trying to sound convincing. Ethan's finger ran over my blouse, tracing the curve of my breasts. I felt a surge of heat at his touch, and I knew I was already lost.

"I will keep you warm," he promised, his grin spreading across his face. "In fact, it will be so hot you'll need to remove all your clothes." His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, Ethan," I breathed, throwing my arms around him. He pulled me close, his lips meeting mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. His mouth was warm, his tongue dancing with mine as he devoured me. He seemed almost frantic, like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

As we kissed, I felt his hands roaming over my body, tracing the curves of my waist and hips. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was already his. I melted into his arms, letting him take control, letting him lead me wherever he wanted.

His lips left mine, trailing kisses along my neck and face. I felt his hot breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He was gentle, yet insistent, his touch igniting a fire within me. I knew I was ready for him, ready to give myself to him completely.

After little foreplay, he slid his cock into me and I gasped at the size of it. It was very hot, I couldn't get enough of it even if it wasn't our first time.

He placed me on his lap, his hands on my hips and started thrusting slowly, hitting me in places that were hard to reach.

"Oh!" I gasped, the air getting out of my lungs. I had already reached climax, but Ethan was still going fast. He wrapped his arms tight around me, picking up the pace which made me very sensitive.

His movement became faster, his breathing rough against my shoulder. I was suppressing my moans until my hips started moving in rhythm with his.

"Argh!" I moaned and covered my mouth. Ethan seemed pleased to hear me scream.

"Don't hold back!" Ethan grunted. "I want to hear your voice." He pushed me back on the bed and raised my legs up, thrusting even deeper in my womb.

"Not—not like thisss—ah! Ah!" I moaned loudly.

"Oh, fuck! You became tighter for a second there, I'm going to come!" He grabbed my waist tightly and thrust hard into me. "Urgh!" He grunted as his warm essence filled me down there. My body trembled as I climaxed and collapsed on the bed.

I was exhausted from the session, and I was blacking out. Ethan leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "You did well, I love you, Rachael."

I woke up to Ethan's gentle gaze, his eyes fixed on me from the corner of the bed. The bed cover was draped around my naked body, and I groaned softly as I sat up. Morning sunlight poured in, illuminating the room. Ethan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his expression tender. I rubbed my eyes, feeling a mix of sleepiness and warmth. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. I smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort and intimacy in his presence.

"Look at you," Ethan teased. "I'm trying to hold back from doing it with you again."

I yawned and stared at him. He seemed better than yesterday, since he was smiling today.

"How long will you lie in bed?" He parted the hair away from my face.

"I haven't recovered from the pounding you gave me last night. My stomach still feels funny thinking about it," I complained.

"Well, I was pent up and your body was just so amazing," he said without any shame. "Thanks for yesterday, I really needed it."

"Shut up, you know I love you a lot." I smiled at him. "Don't forget me," I muttered.

"Don't forget me too, he replied. "