heels into his ass as he rocks my body back and forth with his thrusts. Each one sends me gasping for air as his cock rubs against all those itchy, aching spots inside of me. My head spins.
Ethan bends me over nearly in half. I see my feet up in the air. Then he pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in. His cock fills me all the way to the hilt and I let out a cry.
He cuts it off with a slobbering kiss as he grabs my hands and pins them at the sides of my head. Then he stares at me as he pounds into me. I squeeze my eyes shut and let more cries spill. His thrusts are so forceful I feel I might break, but at the same time, they feel so good.
I can feel the pleasure taking over me again. Any moment now and it will explode.
"Stella," Ethan says my name in a hoarse whisper.
I blink away the tears at the corners of my eyes and open them halfway.
"Say my name," he tells me as his hips continue their merciless rhythm.
I smile. "Ethan."
He moves even faster and my eyelids fall shut. A few more thrusts and I come undone a second time. My hands squeeze his. My body trembles around his cock as my voice unravels into a series of cries.
He seals my parted lips and buries his quivering cock deep into my core. I feel his whole body grow tense above me. His hands grip mine with bruising force.
Then he breaks the kiss with a gasp. He lets my hands go and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him as he lies still for a moment, chasing after his breath. Then he rolls off me.
I feel suddenly, strangely empty, but I say nothing. I don't move either. I'm too tired. I just stare at the ceiling as Ethan drapes the covers over me. After a few seconds, I glance in his direction and realize he's fallen asleep.
I guess sleep has finally caught up to him.
I can feel it calling to me, too. The jet lag is gone. I snuggle against Ethan's shoulder and revel in the scent of his sweat as I let myself surrender to slumber.
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When I open my eyes again, Ethan is still beside me. At first I think I'm dreaming, but then I touch his hair and realize he's real. The corners of my lips turn up into the edges of a smile - only to droop when I realize what I've done.
What Ethan and I have done.
A quick glance at the naked bodies beneath the covers confirms it. Ethan and I had sex. As the cobwebs of sleep fade, every detail comes back to me and I clasp my hand over my mouth in horror.
I just had sex with my boss. The one man I told myself I wouldn't have sex with.
How could I let it happen? Was there something in that Scotch? Something in this fresh Swiss air? Was it jet lag?
I shake my head. No. It was all me. I lost control. I gave in to desire. I made the mistake. No excuses.
No time for regret, either. What's done is done. All I can do now is clean up the mess.
I get off the bed, carefully so that I don't wake Ethan up. As I stand up, I feel something leak between my legs. I look down and see the sticky substance coating the insides of my thighs.
I guess I have a lot of messes to clean up.
I put on my robe. I see my panties lying on the floor and decide not to put them back on. I shove them into my pocket instead, grab my bedroom slippers from the balcony, and tiptoe towards the door. Thanks to the thick carpet, my steps don't make a sound.
I open the door slowly and glance in both directions. No one in sight. Good. No one should know what just happened here.
I throw one last look over my shoulder to make sure Ethan is still asleep. He is. Sleeping so peacefully that I can't help but smile. It almost breaks my heart to leave him, but I do anyway. I step out of his room and close the door behind me.
Then I make my way to mine. As soon as I'm back inside my room, I drop my slippers and let out a sigh of relief because I have no idea that someone