So, this is what happened after they sneak away cause that's the only way no one would know about their affair. I don't think April would sleep with Ethan on the first night, but this is fanon and we are all garbage…at least I am lol.
They should've been talking but the taste of summer and history had led them to Ethan's bed. Those warm goose down blankets April had slept in were another source of comfort but not the sleep inducing kind. Shirts were off first then pants but Ethan had to wonder if what they were
doing was right; it felt good, but it was quick considering they could barely look each other in the eye not four hours earlier.
"We don't have to do this…if you're not ready yet," he offered.
But boy did he want to. He tried his best not to let his eyes wander back down her body. She was the female counterpart to his Adonis. The amount of sculpted muscles and tone parts between the two was envious.
"Yeah…this is moving fast, you have better restraint than me," April admitted a little embarrassed.
She hadn't forgotten the physique from his kitchen that morning and having it pressed against her was more intoxicating than she'd assumed. Ethan stared at her; his eyes pulling hers in.
"It was hard for me in the beginning...when it was just a crush and you were with Tate. I'd go to work and focus but then I'd catch a glimpse of you walking in and laughing…it was always your smile. Geez, your smile it was like a thread I couldn't stop pulling at because then I would think about what I could say to make you laugh. I would think about you falling against me or tapping my arm if I told you a joke and that thread would lead me to wonder what it would be like to touch you…hold your hand…Your hands are amazing," he said as he laced his fingers through hers.
"I've watched them care for so many people and sometimes they look rough...other times soft and smooth. I thought about what it would be like to lace my fingers through yours and run my fingertips over her knuckles….," he said doing just that.
"The thread would continue to unravel at your pulse, faint, and fluttering over our connection as it radiated through your wrists and I would think, wow that's her heart. I wonder if it speeds up when she's around me. How fast would her heart beat if I kissed her, what do her lips feel like pressed against mine."
His pointer finger was tracing an outline around her mouth.
"The thread in my mind at this point would be begging for another tug, but if I kept tugging on it my thoughts would be completely bare…and so would you," he said finished meet her gaze.
April pulled the back of his neck in and kissed him. She didn't need to hear much more. Even if nothing more came from this moment no man had ever said anything like that to her in her entire life. She sat up just enough to unhook her bra. Ethan couldn't help but stare. The quick flash months ago had been nothing compared to the mahogany mounted breasts she hid under that bra.
She felt his hands; his fingers slid to the heat between her; caressing and exploring each bit of her outer anatomy as his lips kissed the tiny spot between her chin and neck. She pulled his boxer-briefs down to release him to her.
"We can stop at any time," Ethan said trying his best to hold onto his control.
April just smiled devilishly and used her hand to center him into her. She hadn't been with anyone but Tate for the past year and she would always mentally ready herself for him. But Ethan was not as large in stature or in manhood; but she fit easier with him. There were no collar bones grinding into her nose or a need to hold himself up from crushing her under his weight. There was also no slight anticipation of pain either. Not even a moment. He fit like a puzzle piece.
He let out a groan that was more breath than noise as the heat between her legs consumed him. He had one hand behind her head. They hadn't stopped kissing as their tongues twirled and danced into each other's mouths. His pelvis like waves into her; crashing in the right spot with each hit. Each movement rising pleasure throughout April like a puff of smoke out of someone's mouth quickly sucked back in when he would pull his pelvis away. Her breath followed a similar pattern as he broke away to meet her eyes. She grabbed the back of his butt shortening his ability to pull out too far. The shorten movements pushed his pleasure as his breath grew ragged. April held him there as smoke turned to fire and then an inferno within her.
A whimper that turned into a small laugh of relief as she let the fire consume her. Ethan pushed her hand away quickly to release himself on the bed.
"I'm not on the TB meds anymore," April said with a smile as she looked at the small pool underneath her.
"Well, we didn't exactly talk about that did we?" he answered with a light laugh over his high school birth control method.
April blushed; suddenly his phone buzzed but he ignored it. Hers too but she ignored it. Seconds later it started again. Ethan grabbed his from the nightstand and April searched the pockets of her pants.
"Am I reading this right?!" April exclaimed worriedly.
"Dr. Charles has been shot," he announced as he looked up from his screen.