Three years later
My mom has been nagging me for years to return to America, but I’m still unsure if I’m ready to give in.
She’s been missing me terribly, and now that she’s fully recovered, I have Logan to thank.
Speaking of Logan, he’s been absent since our encounter in the delivery room – with him, you can never be sure what to expect. But I’m choosing to focus on living my life to the fullest.
Ethan and I have decided to take a chance on each other, and I can see the joy in his eyes whenever I think about it.
He’s already the star of Shawn’s world, and now he’s capturing my heart.
With my plans to move back to America, Ethan is being his usual supportive self, since he also has some important investments to attend to. So, we’ve decided to make the move together.
Now, I’m settling into my new apartment in New York, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I unpack and organize my space.
My mom has taken Shawn under her wing, giving me some much-needed time to focus on myself.
With Shawn safely in her care, Ethan and I can finally explore our relationship without distractions.
As we drive through the city, Ethan’s hand rests on my thigh, his fingers tracing gentle patterns that send shivers down my spine.
We’ve moved beyond casual pecks on the forehead and cheek; our connection is way deeper, and I can feel the tension between us building.
The way he touches me with a gentle caress leaves me breathless and wanting more.
The wetness between my cunt is undeniable, and I know that our relationship is about to take a passionate turn.
“Hum,” I moan with sexual tension as he drives us back to my apartment. His hand, teasing my clit, makes the journey feel both thrilling and dangerous. I can’t believe we made it there in one piece.
Since moving from New York to Canada, I haven’t been with any man. A dildo has been my only source of relief, but it can’t compare to the raw satisfaction of a real man inside me.
And truth be told, every time I ride that dildo, only one man fills my thoughts-Logan.
We rush out of the car, and I giggle as I make my way to the entrance. As I open the door, I turn to see Ethan’s face, wounded with lust.
I fumble with the keys in my hand but manage to open the door in one piece.
As soon as we step inside, Ethan wraps his arm around me, pulling me close.
His lips claim mine in a passionate kiss, and I feel a rush of excitement as our bodies press together.
Our lips move in perfect sync, and I feel myself getting lost in the depths of his eyes.
This is what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been missing the touch of a man who truly wants me.
As I gaze into Ethan’s eyes, I feel the wall I built around my heart crumbling in an instant.
For now, I don’t care if I get hurt again; the intense desire to be with him overshadows my fears. I want to live in the moment, free from the ghosts of my past.
I rip off Ethan’s shirt, and his eyes widen in surprise. Our lips meet in a hot, passionate kiss, and we frantically remove each other’s clothes.
Soon, we’re left with only my pants and bra, and Ethan’s boxer. He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style towards the bedroom, our lips still locked in a fiery kiss.
With expertise, he opens the door and gently places me on the bed. Our eyes never leave each other’s.
His hand slowly moves down to my panties, sliding them off with deliberate care.
His fingers trace a path to their destination-my aching core. He gently pushes a finger into my wet, trembling sex, already drenched from the emotional rollercoaster I’ve been on.
It feels both terrifying and thrilling, but I choose to throw caution to the wind and savor this moment with the man who has stood by me for the past four years.
A raspy moan tears from my lips as his finger plunges deeper, sending waves of pleasure through me that no dildo could ever match.
When he slides in a second finger, my thighs shudder from the ecstasy his touch brings, while his lips continue to ravish mine.
The moan I release makes him pause, releasing his mouth from my skin. His lips trace along my jaw, down my neck, and lower still.
The sensation sends tingles through my body. I thought I had reached my limit, but when his lips encircled one of my breasts, I couldn’t contain the wave of euphoria that surged through me, making my senses reel.
The combination of his lips on my breast and his fingers circling my clit sends delicious shivers through my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe as he slowly moves his mouth downward while his hand continues its rhythmic motion on my clit.
A sexual burn surges through me when his mouth finds the sensitive bud of my clit, even as his fingers continue to pump inside me.
My body arches, driven by the sensations coursing through me. Every nerve feels alive, responding to his every touch, his every movement.
His tongue swirls around my clit, the pressure gentle while his fingers delve deeper, curling inside me just right.
A knot tightens in my core as my breath comes in short, ragged gasps as pleasure coils tighter, winding me up until I’m trembling on the edge.
His mouth and hands work in perfect harmony, pushing me closer to the brink.
I cry out, my entire body tensing, then shuddering. The pleasure is so intense it feels like it’s breaking me apart, yet I’m held together by his fingers, still moving inside me.
I grip the bedsheet as I revel in the sensations coursing through me-his lips working on my clit, his fingers moving in sync inside me.
He releases my clit, slowly trailing kisses up my body until his lips capture mine. I can taste myself on his lips as he kisses me fiercely, one hand cupping my breast, sending another wave of heat through me.
My hand searches for the waistband of his boxers, and I slowly pull them down, my fingers brushing against his dick.
I feel the slickness of his precum as I rub the tip, but as I wrap my hand around him, I notice it’s not as big as Logan’s.
The thought of Logan suddenly dampens my spirit, but I manage to keep kissing him, hoping he doesn’t notice the shift in my mood.
I close my eyes, silently praying he won’t sense the change. Luckily, a phone starts ringing, and I recognize it as his by the ringtone.
He continues kissing me, moving his lips back to my breast, but I tap him gently, bringing him out of his trance.
He pauses, lifting his head to look at me, the haze of desire in his eyes slowly clearing. The ringtone continues, He hesitates for a moment.
Finally, he sighs and reaches for the phone, his fingers brushing against my skin as he pulls away.
As he glances at the screen, his expression shifts slightly, but he masks it quickly.
“I need to take this,” with an apology. He leans in to press a quick kiss on my forehead before getting up to answer the call.
I watch him as he steps away, trying to push thoughts of Logan out of my mind, but his face is etched on my mind. I pull the sheets around me, feeling the need for Logan’s touch.