A/n: I do not own any rights to passions
Rating: pg-13
Paring: Therox
-Secrets-
The day they got back from Hawaii
Theresa's point of view:
When Theresa walked in she saw fox was sitting at the table waiting on
her.
"Hey" Theresa said
"Hey" fox said
"We should talk" fox said
"Okay what do you want to talk about?" Theresa said
"Well about the night it really meant something to me" fox said
"Yeah me to" Theresa said
"So what are we?" fox said
"I'd say were going out" Theresa said
"I like it" fox said then walked over to her and started kissing her
the kiss grew more passionate then they moved from the kitchen to the
living room they couldn't go any further they discarded their close.
Fox pulled off her Dark red panties roughly, kissing the small patch of hair.
They couldn't wait, which was why they lay stripped naked in the middle of the living room floor, which was why fox's head was now plunging between Joey's thighs, and his fingers groped, massaged, caressed her ass fervently.
"fooooxxxxx!" Theresa cried out as he worked his tongue expertly. "Oh God! Yes, right there! Mmm, fooxxx!" Theresa's fingers threaded through his hair, urging him on.
Fox lapped at her core, needing to pleasure her. He found her clit, and flicked his tongue again and again. Her hands clutched at his hair, and soon she was convulsing against his face in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Fox rode it out with her, caressing the backs of her thighs gently. She mindlessly rode the sensual contractions within her until they died down to small waves of feeling.
Fox lifted his head, and watched her. Her head was tilted back. Her body was slick and covered in a thin line of glistening sweat. "We've only just begun, my Theresa." He crawled on top of her, and fastening his teeth to her hard nipple, darting his tongue out, and swirling around it.
Theresa could feel his hardness against her thigh, but she felt too pampered to move. She was in heaven, and was so happy she had the wherewithal to call her office and tell her she'd finish up her article at home that evening in the cab back.
"I want you so bad, resa." His voice was rough with desire. "Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I always want you?" His hand was now simply stroking the side of her body, from the base of her thigh, over her hips and along her stomach. He stopped at her left breast and tweaked her nipple.
"Oh, fox... God... I could come again."
"Baby, I love to watch you come. It's almost as good as the real thing."
Theresa snaked her tongue out of her mouth and began some teasing of her own, whipping her pink weapon around and around his male nipple, making the love of her life moan with open need. She touched him lightly with her fingers, trailing them down his strong chest and rippled stomach. Then she wrapped her and around his cock.
"Resa...Oh, God." He began rocking with her touch, wanting her to stop so he could plunge deep inside of her hot core.
Theresa seemed to be reading his mind, as she lifted herself up, gently urging him over on to his back, and position herself over his straining stiff erection.
"Resa, baby..."
"Hmm?" she teased, circling her hips as she nestled herself against the tip of his cock. She reached down and teased her clit, biting her lip, knowing the sight of her actions would drive fox crazier.
"You're killing me, resa," he gruffed hotly.
"Mmm, fox. That means it's going to be that much better."
"Not if I come all over your tits it's not."
"You're so impatient," she said, her eyes hooded with desire as she slowly slid over him.
"Fuck!" She was so hot and wet and tight. "Resa, don't move for a second, okay? I just have to..." He licked his lips and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down a bit. She felt way too amazing today, more amazing that usual, and that had to be some kind of sexual record for man kind because Theresa Lopez Fitzgerald always felt good.
Fox reached up to stroke Theresa's face, giving a simple nod to continue. theresa began moving over him. Fox thrust himself up, deep inside of her, then down. His heart was beating in his ears.
Resa's body was on fire, as she rolled her hips, and then pumped them, up and down. Heaven could not be better than the way she felt with fox buried inside her, rocking against her, their bodies dancing and shivering, twisting and sweating. They thrust against each other. Their bodies, slapping together obscenely. Theresa bent her body over, and pressed her tongue into his mouth, then let it travel over his neck. Fox held her to him, and Theresa rested her head in the crook of his neck. Their bodies continued to rock together, slow, then fast, gentle the rough. And then they were fucking like they would never fuck again. It was sex. It was making love. It was fucking. It was Theresa and fox, the way they were meant to be... together.
Theresa lifted her hips and moved off of fox. "Aww, resa! Where the hell are you goin', baby?"
Theresa got onto all fours and said, "Take me from behind, fox. I want you as deep inside of me as you can get." She looked over her shoulder at him; her eyes were black with need.
Fox grunted roughly as he took hold of her hips, and buried himself to the hilt. "Like that, baby? Is that how you want it?"
"God, yes, fox! Fuck me! Please!"
He pumped inside of her, grunting interchanging, "resa's" and "I love yous".
Her body quaked and she screamed out as she came hard, feeling her body clench around him.
He fell against her, emptying himself inside of her, with one hand on her back, the other on the floor beside them.
When they finally came down, fox lay down on the floor and pulled Joey on top of him. "God, that was amazing, more than amazing. That was..."
"I know, fox."
Fox fastened his lips on hers, expressing to her what words could not with the gentle movements of his mouth. He pulled back a little breathless, and planted a kiss on her chin. Then they fell asleep in each other arms.
Charity's point of view:
When charity went home Miguel was there waiting for her they went
dancing watched a movie at home. Once inside I pull his mouth back to
mine and slide my tongue inside his mouth as they fight for dominance.
He always wins. He pulls away and kisses my chin as his hands move
around my back and cup my ass, pulling me against him as the wet tip
of his erection brushes against my stomach. I close my eyes as he
begins sucking at the junction where my neck meets my shoulder.
He lowers himself to the ground and pulls on my hips and I follow him.
He crawls towards me as if I am his weak prey and he is the mighty
predator, ready to pounce at any moment. I love the look in his eyes.
Its lust; black aching desire. You know how the ocean gets dark before
the storm; his eyes have matched the color and the intensity.
I can feel the dirt beneath my body as he leans me back. He licks my
lips and I open my mouth to accept his tongue. I haven't ached like
this in a while. He's the only one I ever remember feeling this for.
He's the only one I've ever let get this close. And if I have my
choice, he would be the last one. I'm not all that experienced with
sex, but I know what makes me feel good, and everything Miguel does
hits the nail on the proverbial head. He knows how to make me moan,
how to make me shiver, and how to make me scream.
Maybe all guys know how to do this stuff, but I believe that it should
be with a person who means a lot to you, and Miguel does. He settles
between my legs and lifts one of them in the air. He starts slowly
kissing the top of my foot and moves over my ankle, slowly down my
calf muscle, around to my shin, my knee, behind my knee, over my inner
thigh and...I'm going to kill that tease. He lifts the other leg in the
air, giving it the same attention, lightly moving his thumb over the
soft skin at the back of my knee. When he reaches my sex, he places
soft kisses above the downy hairs, "What do you want char?"
I bite my lip as his hands move up my stomach and play with my tight
nipples. "Please..." I sigh. I can't form another sentence. That one was
hard enough. He seems to sense this and my body arches towards his as
an instinct when his tongue slowly moves along my passage up to my
engorged clit. I grab at the dirt, trying to find something to hold on
to besides him. I refuse to push him and make him quicken his
movements. The feeling is too fucking good and I want it to last for
as long as possible. He's drawing lazy circles around my inflamed clit
and I can't suppress the scream that rips through my body.
My hands finally find somewhere to rest in his hair. I'm not guiding
him, or anything like that, but I just need something to cling to.
When I feel a finger enter me, I groan, I need more. I need him. I
need all of him pulsing inside of me. He slips in another finger, but
he knows it's not what I need. I feel him speed his movements up, and
has forgone licking around my clit, but is sucking with all that is in
him. Thank you God for Miguel Lopez Fitzgerald When he slips in a
third finger I feel my orgasm overtake me. It's out of control, and
the best feeling in the world. My thighs have trapped him in place and
I never want to let him go. He removes my thighs from his shoulders
and moves up my body, dropping kisses on my stomach, and then moving
up slowly, his face only inches from my skin. I shiver as his breath
blows across my body. He flicks his tongue out, slowly wetting my
nipple, and retracts. His eyes meet mine and I am suddenly very aware
of his hard length pressing against me.
I open up to him as his mouth crushes mine. He pulls me against him,
and I feel him rub against my wetness. I pull away from his mouth and
gasp for air as I feel him poised at my entrance He enters me slowly,
then pulls almost all the way out and slams into me again. His mouth
finds mine again as our tongues fight in the way they always do when
we kiss. My body wraps around his as he sits back on his knees and
brings me into a sitting position. He cups my ass with both hands as I
ride him slowly. His mouth teases one of my nipples, and I begin to
ride him harder. I wrap my arms around his neck, and feel everything
inside of me straining for my next orgasm.
His lips move up to the hollow of my throat and begin sucking gently.
"Oh...God...yes! Harder!" I scream as his hips begin bucking against mine.
It's nearly too much to take, and when he brings one hand around to
tease my clit, I lean back releasing his shoulders as mine rub against
the ground, my orgasm seizing me. He moves forward, placing a hand on
either side of me and thrusts into me hard. I can't stop shaking as he
continues to move inside of me. I can see him straining to get there,
and I drag my nails down his back, and dig my nails into his ass as he
comes. That always seems to work.
He moves to prop himself up on his elbows and kisses me softly. He
smirks at me, "That better than nice?"
I shrug, "It was okay."
He looks at me incredulously, "You're kidding right?"
I bite my bottom lip to suppress the smile that is coming to my face,
"Well, maybe it was...fan-fucking-tastic. How does that sound?"
He smiles, "About right." And they get in bed and go to sleep.
Gwen's point of view:
when she got home there was a note for her to were the out fit in
their bedroom she put it on then there was another note that told her
to go out side and when she did there was a limo with ethen standing
at the door they went to dinner then to a spa where she was treated
for the day then that night they went to their hotel room. It's almost
ceremonious the way he undresses me. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt and
kissing each section of skin as it becomes exposed. Gently easing my
jeans down over my hips and then helping me step out of them. Tracing
the lines and curves of my bra before unfastening it and slipping it
off my shoulders and down my arms. He stops briefly to pull off his
own shirt and jeans before coming back to me and trailing kisses along
my neck and chest.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, dropping his head down and taking my erect
nipple into his mouth. He closes his eyes, suckling it as I run my
fingers through his hair.
It's a unique experience. Our bodies already know each other so well.
We've already spent years exploring and experimenting, but still it
all feels new. His touch is both foreign and familiar to me. When he
finally leads me to the bed and lays me down it feels like the first
time all over again...the same feelings, and fears, and excitement...
He slides my panties off and his fingers slip between my legs,
circling my swollen clit and tangling in my hair. He's kissing that
place on my neck, just below my ear, that's unbearably pleasurable and
I'm murmuring his name like a mantra in my head, or maybe it's out
loud...I can't tell anymore.
He finally pulls back, easing out of his boxers and I immediately
reach out, wrapping my hand around his erection. I stroke it lightly,
teasingly as I watch a look of torture cross his face.
"Oh, Gwen," he whispers and just the sound of his voice causes me to
shiver.
I pull him down onto me and feel his cock slide against my wetness. I
can't wait any longer; I'm overwhelmed with the need to feel him
inside me. I gently guide him to my entrance and dig my nails into his
back as he enters me. I'm already so close.
I lose myself in him completely. I can't tell where I end and he
begins as we move together. I have no control; sounds escape my lips
that I haven't heard in years...I no longer recognize myself. We
finally climax together in a mind altering explosion and then collapse
limply into each other's arms, becoming a tangle of body parts. It
takes a few moments for my breath to return and even longer for my
head to clear enough to think straight.
"Are you still with me Gwen?" he finally asks, smiling slightly at the
dazed expression on my face.
I nod my head, it's the best I can do.
He kisses my chin, my neck, my chest...moving downwards. I'm fading in
and out of some sort of sexual haze. My mind's twirling and my body's
tingling.
"Blink your eyes once if you're conscious," Ethan says, looking up at
me with both amusement and concern. His mouth's hovering over my
navel, paused in-between kisses as he waits for my response.
Laughingly I blink my eyes and pull him back up beside me. "I'm
conscious but only barely..."
He pulls me tightly against him, my back pressed against his chest as
he cradles me in his arms. I tilt my head to the side and he leans
down, kissing me gently on the lips. The taste of his mouth, the smell
of his skin, and the feel of his body are so amazing, it's almost as
if my senses have suddenly been heightened. This is what I've always
remembered it being like with him but after all this time I had
finally convinced myself that it was only my memories playing tricks
with me.
"It's okay, you can close your eyes," he tells me, stroking my arm as
I fight the overwhelming urge to sleep. But I can't and I fall asleep
in his arms.
Whitney's point of view:
When Whitney arrived home Chad was in the kitchen cooking her
something to eat they had a nice private dinner then went to the beach
to look at the stars
Whitney reached up to remove the hat off of him head, revealing a head
full of brown locks. She ran her hands through his hair, as he bent to
kiss her neck. She felt the soft stubble on his cheek, rub against her
sensitive neck and shuddered at the feeling. It was almost more than
she could handle.
She found the buttons on his shirt and undid them one by one, ready to
run her hands over his muscular chest. As it fell to the floor, she
ran her hands down his strong back, feeling the muscles under her
hands tighten.
He slid his hand under her shirt, removing it slowly as he took in the
sight of her body. The lacy bra that was covering her accented the
swell of her breasts, making his breath catch in his throat. She was
beautiful, and she was there with him.
She released his belt, tugging his jeans over his hips sliding them to
the floor. Her hands slid his boxers down directly after them, freeing
him from his confines. Her hand closed around him, stroking the aching
hardness with a loving touch. His head lulled back, as a breathy moan
escaped from his throat.
His shaky hands undid her bra, exposing her breasts to him for the
first time. His lips attached themselves to her taut nipple, sucking
ever so slightly, making her yearn for more contact.
As the rest of their clothes fell to the ground, he gently laid her
onto the center of the bed. She pulled him to her, anxious to feel him
inside of her. Ever so gently he slid inside, moving quicker with
every stroke. He loved the feel of her around him, making it hard to
hold on. He slid his hand between them, making her tumble over the
edge before he allowed himself to do the same thing. Buried deep
inside of her he came, feeling a release sweeter than he had ever felt
before. This was where he belonged. He just knew it.
He slowly slid out of her, bringing her into his arms. Kissing her
forehead, wanting the moment to never end. They got dressed and then
went home and went to bed.
A few days later:
It's been four days and the girls were having a hard time keeping this
secrets they didn't know how much longer they could take it. So they
decided to meet at the book café. They took a seat at the café.
"Theresa you have to tell him I can't keep this up Ethan knows
something's up" Gwen said
"Yeah Theresa Miguel keeps asking me what happened in Hawaii I'm going
to crack soon" charity said
"I plan on telling him tomorrow" Theresa said
"Good because I don't know how much longer I can last before I crack"
Whitney said
"Alright well I have to go it's almost 10pm I should be going" Theresa
said
"So have you made an appointment at the doctors" Gwen said
"Yeah" Theresa said she got up and headed home she went straight to
her room and lay on her bed and went to sleep thinking about how fox
will react to her news.
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*Theresa and the girls are having trouble keeping the secrets they
know
Rating: pg-13
Paring: Therox
-Secrets-
The day they got back from Hawaii
Theresa's point of view:
When Theresa walked in she saw fox was sitting at the table waiting on
her.
"Hey" Theresa said
"Hey" fox said
"We should talk" fox said
"Okay what do you want to talk about?" Theresa said
"Well about the night it really meant something to me" fox said
"Yeah me to" Theresa said
"So what are we?" fox said
"I'd say were going out" Theresa said
"I like it" fox said then walked over to her and started kissing her
the kiss grew more passionate then they moved from the kitchen to the
living room they couldn't go any further they discarded their close.
Fox pulled off her Dark red panties roughly, kissing the small patch of hair.
They couldn't wait, which was why they lay stripped naked in the middle of the living room floor, which was why fox's head was now plunging between Joey's thighs, and his fingers groped, massaged, caressed her ass fervently.
"fooooxxxxx!" Theresa cried out as he worked his tongue expertly. "Oh God! Yes, right there! Mmm, fooxxx!" Theresa's fingers threaded through his hair, urging him on.
Fox lapped at her core, needing to pleasure her. He found her clit, and flicked his tongue again and again. Her hands clutched at his hair, and soon she was convulsing against his face in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Fox rode it out with her, caressing the backs of her thighs gently. She mindlessly rode the sensual contractions within her until they died down to small waves of feeling.
Fox lifted his head, and watched her. Her head was tilted back. Her body was slick and covered in a thin line of glistening sweat. "We've only just begun, my Theresa." He crawled on top of her, and fastening his teeth to her hard nipple, darting his tongue out, and swirling around it.
Theresa could feel his hardness against her thigh, but she felt too pampered to move. She was in heaven, and was so happy she had the wherewithal to call her office and tell her she'd finish up her article at home that evening in the cab back.
"I want you so bad, resa." His voice was rough with desire. "Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I always want you?" His hand was now simply stroking the side of her body, from the base of her thigh, over her hips and along her stomach. He stopped at her left breast and tweaked her nipple.
"Oh, fox... God... I could come again."
"Baby, I love to watch you come. It's almost as good as the real thing."
Theresa snaked her tongue out of her mouth and began some teasing of her own, whipping her pink weapon around and around his male nipple, making the love of her life moan with open need. She touched him lightly with her fingers, trailing them down his strong chest and rippled stomach. Then she wrapped her and around his cock.
"Resa...Oh, God." He began rocking with her touch, wanting her to stop so he could plunge deep inside of her hot core.
Theresa seemed to be reading his mind, as she lifted herself up, gently urging him over on to his back, and position herself over his straining stiff erection.
"Resa, baby..."
"Hmm?" she teased, circling her hips as she nestled herself against the tip of his cock. She reached down and teased her clit, biting her lip, knowing the sight of her actions would drive fox crazier.
"You're killing me, resa," he gruffed hotly.
"Mmm, fox. That means it's going to be that much better."
"Not if I come all over your tits it's not."
"You're so impatient," she said, her eyes hooded with desire as she slowly slid over him.
"Fuck!" She was so hot and wet and tight. "Resa, don't move for a second, okay? I just have to..." He licked his lips and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down a bit. She felt way too amazing today, more amazing that usual, and that had to be some kind of sexual record for man kind because Theresa Lopez Fitzgerald always felt good.
Fox reached up to stroke Theresa's face, giving a simple nod to continue. theresa began moving over him. Fox thrust himself up, deep inside of her, then down. His heart was beating in his ears.
Resa's body was on fire, as she rolled her hips, and then pumped them, up and down. Heaven could not be better than the way she felt with fox buried inside her, rocking against her, their bodies dancing and shivering, twisting and sweating. They thrust against each other. Their bodies, slapping together obscenely. Theresa bent her body over, and pressed her tongue into his mouth, then let it travel over his neck. Fox held her to him, and Theresa rested her head in the crook of his neck. Their bodies continued to rock together, slow, then fast, gentle the rough. And then they were fucking like they would never fuck again. It was sex. It was making love. It was fucking. It was Theresa and fox, the way they were meant to be... together.
Theresa lifted her hips and moved off of fox. "Aww, resa! Where the hell are you goin', baby?"
Theresa got onto all fours and said, "Take me from behind, fox. I want you as deep inside of me as you can get." She looked over her shoulder at him; her eyes were black with need.
Fox grunted roughly as he took hold of her hips, and buried himself to the hilt. "Like that, baby? Is that how you want it?"
"God, yes, fox! Fuck me! Please!"
He pumped inside of her, grunting interchanging, "resa's" and "I love yous".
Her body quaked and she screamed out as she came hard, feeling her body clench around him.
He fell against her, emptying himself inside of her, with one hand on her back, the other on the floor beside them.
When they finally came down, fox lay down on the floor and pulled Joey on top of him. "God, that was amazing, more than amazing. That was..."
"I know, fox."
Fox fastened his lips on hers, expressing to her what words could not with the gentle movements of his mouth. He pulled back a little breathless, and planted a kiss on her chin. Then they fell asleep in each other arms.
Charity's point of view:
When charity went home Miguel was there waiting for her they went
dancing watched a movie at home. Once inside I pull his mouth back to
mine and slide my tongue inside his mouth as they fight for dominance.
He always wins. He pulls away and kisses my chin as his hands move
around my back and cup my ass, pulling me against him as the wet tip
of his erection brushes against my stomach. I close my eyes as he
begins sucking at the junction where my neck meets my shoulder.
He lowers himself to the ground and pulls on my hips and I follow him.
He crawls towards me as if I am his weak prey and he is the mighty
predator, ready to pounce at any moment. I love the look in his eyes.
Its lust; black aching desire. You know how the ocean gets dark before
the storm; his eyes have matched the color and the intensity.
I can feel the dirt beneath my body as he leans me back. He licks my
lips and I open my mouth to accept his tongue. I haven't ached like
this in a while. He's the only one I ever remember feeling this for.
He's the only one I've ever let get this close. And if I have my
choice, he would be the last one. I'm not all that experienced with
sex, but I know what makes me feel good, and everything Miguel does
hits the nail on the proverbial head. He knows how to make me moan,
how to make me shiver, and how to make me scream.
Maybe all guys know how to do this stuff, but I believe that it should
be with a person who means a lot to you, and Miguel does. He settles
between my legs and lifts one of them in the air. He starts slowly
kissing the top of my foot and moves over my ankle, slowly down my
calf muscle, around to my shin, my knee, behind my knee, over my inner
thigh and...I'm going to kill that tease. He lifts the other leg in the
air, giving it the same attention, lightly moving his thumb over the
soft skin at the back of my knee. When he reaches my sex, he places
soft kisses above the downy hairs, "What do you want char?"
I bite my lip as his hands move up my stomach and play with my tight
nipples. "Please..." I sigh. I can't form another sentence. That one was
hard enough. He seems to sense this and my body arches towards his as
an instinct when his tongue slowly moves along my passage up to my
engorged clit. I grab at the dirt, trying to find something to hold on
to besides him. I refuse to push him and make him quicken his
movements. The feeling is too fucking good and I want it to last for
as long as possible. He's drawing lazy circles around my inflamed clit
and I can't suppress the scream that rips through my body.
My hands finally find somewhere to rest in his hair. I'm not guiding
him, or anything like that, but I just need something to cling to.
When I feel a finger enter me, I groan, I need more. I need him. I
need all of him pulsing inside of me. He slips in another finger, but
he knows it's not what I need. I feel him speed his movements up, and
has forgone licking around my clit, but is sucking with all that is in
him. Thank you God for Miguel Lopez Fitzgerald When he slips in a
third finger I feel my orgasm overtake me. It's out of control, and
the best feeling in the world. My thighs have trapped him in place and
I never want to let him go. He removes my thighs from his shoulders
and moves up my body, dropping kisses on my stomach, and then moving
up slowly, his face only inches from my skin. I shiver as his breath
blows across my body. He flicks his tongue out, slowly wetting my
nipple, and retracts. His eyes meet mine and I am suddenly very aware
of his hard length pressing against me.
I open up to him as his mouth crushes mine. He pulls me against him,
and I feel him rub against my wetness. I pull away from his mouth and
gasp for air as I feel him poised at my entrance He enters me slowly,
then pulls almost all the way out and slams into me again. His mouth
finds mine again as our tongues fight in the way they always do when
we kiss. My body wraps around his as he sits back on his knees and
brings me into a sitting position. He cups my ass with both hands as I
ride him slowly. His mouth teases one of my nipples, and I begin to
ride him harder. I wrap my arms around his neck, and feel everything
inside of me straining for my next orgasm.
His lips move up to the hollow of my throat and begin sucking gently.
"Oh...God...yes! Harder!" I scream as his hips begin bucking against mine.
It's nearly too much to take, and when he brings one hand around to
tease my clit, I lean back releasing his shoulders as mine rub against
the ground, my orgasm seizing me. He moves forward, placing a hand on
either side of me and thrusts into me hard. I can't stop shaking as he
continues to move inside of me. I can see him straining to get there,
and I drag my nails down his back, and dig my nails into his ass as he
comes. That always seems to work.
He moves to prop himself up on his elbows and kisses me softly. He
smirks at me, "That better than nice?"
I shrug, "It was okay."
He looks at me incredulously, "You're kidding right?"
I bite my bottom lip to suppress the smile that is coming to my face,
"Well, maybe it was...fan-fucking-tastic. How does that sound?"
He smiles, "About right." And they get in bed and go to sleep.
Gwen's point of view:
when she got home there was a note for her to were the out fit in
their bedroom she put it on then there was another note that told her
to go out side and when she did there was a limo with ethen standing
at the door they went to dinner then to a spa where she was treated
for the day then that night they went to their hotel room. It's almost
ceremonious the way he undresses me. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt and
kissing each section of skin as it becomes exposed. Gently easing my
jeans down over my hips and then helping me step out of them. Tracing
the lines and curves of my bra before unfastening it and slipping it
off my shoulders and down my arms. He stops briefly to pull off his
own shirt and jeans before coming back to me and trailing kisses along
my neck and chest.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, dropping his head down and taking my erect
nipple into his mouth. He closes his eyes, suckling it as I run my
fingers through his hair.
It's a unique experience. Our bodies already know each other so well.
We've already spent years exploring and experimenting, but still it
all feels new. His touch is both foreign and familiar to me. When he
finally leads me to the bed and lays me down it feels like the first
time all over again...the same feelings, and fears, and excitement...
He slides my panties off and his fingers slip between my legs,
circling my swollen clit and tangling in my hair. He's kissing that
place on my neck, just below my ear, that's unbearably pleasurable and
I'm murmuring his name like a mantra in my head, or maybe it's out
loud...I can't tell anymore.
He finally pulls back, easing out of his boxers and I immediately
reach out, wrapping my hand around his erection. I stroke it lightly,
teasingly as I watch a look of torture cross his face.
"Oh, Gwen," he whispers and just the sound of his voice causes me to
shiver.
I pull him down onto me and feel his cock slide against my wetness. I
can't wait any longer; I'm overwhelmed with the need to feel him
inside me. I gently guide him to my entrance and dig my nails into his
back as he enters me. I'm already so close.
I lose myself in him completely. I can't tell where I end and he
begins as we move together. I have no control; sounds escape my lips
that I haven't heard in years...I no longer recognize myself. We
finally climax together in a mind altering explosion and then collapse
limply into each other's arms, becoming a tangle of body parts. It
takes a few moments for my breath to return and even longer for my
head to clear enough to think straight.
"Are you still with me Gwen?" he finally asks, smiling slightly at the
dazed expression on my face.
I nod my head, it's the best I can do.
He kisses my chin, my neck, my chest...moving downwards. I'm fading in
and out of some sort of sexual haze. My mind's twirling and my body's
tingling.
"Blink your eyes once if you're conscious," Ethan says, looking up at
me with both amusement and concern. His mouth's hovering over my
navel, paused in-between kisses as he waits for my response.
Laughingly I blink my eyes and pull him back up beside me. "I'm
conscious but only barely..."
He pulls me tightly against him, my back pressed against his chest as
he cradles me in his arms. I tilt my head to the side and he leans
down, kissing me gently on the lips. The taste of his mouth, the smell
of his skin, and the feel of his body are so amazing, it's almost as
if my senses have suddenly been heightened. This is what I've always
remembered it being like with him but after all this time I had
finally convinced myself that it was only my memories playing tricks
with me.
"It's okay, you can close your eyes," he tells me, stroking my arm as
I fight the overwhelming urge to sleep. But I can't and I fall asleep
in his arms.
Whitney's point of view:
When Whitney arrived home Chad was in the kitchen cooking her
something to eat they had a nice private dinner then went to the beach
to look at the stars
Whitney reached up to remove the hat off of him head, revealing a head
full of brown locks. She ran her hands through his hair, as he bent to
kiss her neck. She felt the soft stubble on his cheek, rub against her
sensitive neck and shuddered at the feeling. It was almost more than
she could handle.
She found the buttons on his shirt and undid them one by one, ready to
run her hands over his muscular chest. As it fell to the floor, she
ran her hands down his strong back, feeling the muscles under her
hands tighten.
He slid his hand under her shirt, removing it slowly as he took in the
sight of her body. The lacy bra that was covering her accented the
swell of her breasts, making his breath catch in his throat. She was
beautiful, and she was there with him.
She released his belt, tugging his jeans over his hips sliding them to
the floor. Her hands slid his boxers down directly after them, freeing
him from his confines. Her hand closed around him, stroking the aching
hardness with a loving touch. His head lulled back, as a breathy moan
escaped from his throat.
His shaky hands undid her bra, exposing her breasts to him for the
first time. His lips attached themselves to her taut nipple, sucking
ever so slightly, making her yearn for more contact.
As the rest of their clothes fell to the ground, he gently laid her
onto the center of the bed. She pulled him to her, anxious to feel him
inside of her. Ever so gently he slid inside, moving quicker with
every stroke. He loved the feel of her around him, making it hard to
hold on. He slid his hand between them, making her tumble over the
edge before he allowed himself to do the same thing. Buried deep
inside of her he came, feeling a release sweeter than he had ever felt
before. This was where he belonged. He just knew it.
He slowly slid out of her, bringing her into his arms. Kissing her
forehead, wanting the moment to never end. They got dressed and then
went home and went to bed.
A few days later:
It's been four days and the girls were having a hard time keeping this
secrets they didn't know how much longer they could take it. So they
decided to meet at the book café. They took a seat at the café.
"Theresa you have to tell him I can't keep this up Ethan knows
something's up" Gwen said
"Yeah Theresa Miguel keeps asking me what happened in Hawaii I'm going
to crack soon" charity said
"I plan on telling him tomorrow" Theresa said
"Good because I don't know how much longer I can last before I crack"
Whitney said
"Alright well I have to go it's almost 10pm I should be going" Theresa
said
"So have you made an appointment at the doctors" Gwen said
"Yeah" Theresa said she got up and headed home she went straight to
her room and lay on her bed and went to sleep thinking about how fox
will react to her news.
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