and see his flushed face, his puffed cheeks. Beads of water still cling to his hair and the bridge of his nose. He meets my gaze and I see the pleasure and the agony in the murky dark pools in his eyes. His cock throbs inside me. A shiver goes down my spine.
He captures my lips once more. Then he grabs my other leg.
"Hold on to me," he says.
It's the only warning I get before he lifts both my legs off the floor. I wrap them around him and his cock penetrates my body more deeply. I let out a gasp as I fasten my hands more tightly around his neck.
Is he crazy? Can we really do it like this? What if he drops me?
Then Ethan starts to move. His hands support my ass as he jerks his hips. His cock plunges inside me. My cries start to spill.
He gives a deep thrust and I feel his cock penetrate me to the hilt. My mouth opens in a silent scream.
Deep. Too deep.
But damn, it feels amazing.
Ethan continues with his thrusts. All I can do is cling to him and try to keep myself from falling even as my body starts to grow weak from the pleasure. I'm completely at his mercy.
Eventually, I start to tremble. Excitement buzzes in my veins. My skin is on fire.
"Ethan!"
I call out his name and grip his hair as the pleasure overwhelms me. Tears leak out the corners of my eyes. My cries bounce off the bathroom tiles.
He gives a few more thrusts and then one deep one, burying his cock in my belly as he begins to shake. I cling to him with all the strength I have left, worried that I might fall. His body hardens as his muscles grow taut. His fingers dig into my skin. His grunts and growls spill against my ear.
Afterwards, he falls silent. His chest heaves against me.
Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and sets me down. My feet touch the floor, and yet I still feel like I'm floating. My knees still feel weak so I lean against the wall. My tired arms hang limply at my sides.
Ethan pulls me back under the shower. I lean against him as the water trickles down my skin. Somehow, we finish washing each other. Then Ethan dries me off and wraps a robe around me. I can still barely walk, so he carries me to the bed. Then he goes back into the bathroom to dry himself.
As I stare at the ceiling, my eyelids start to flutter. I close my eyes, about to fall asleep. But then I remember that I still have something to say to Ethan. My eyes fly open and I sit up.
Ethan emerges from the bathroom. My heart starts to pound, this time out of fear.
This is the moment of truth.
I swallow the lump in my throat and place my hand over my chest as I gather my courage. For a split second, I wonder if I should go through with this, if maybe I shouldn't, after all. Then I straighten my back and open my mouth. I'm about to speak - but Ethan speaks first.
"I have something for you."
Before his words sink in, he pulls his hand out from behind him and presents me with a black box.
My heart skips a beat as my mind races to a conclusion.
Is that what I think it is?
Then again, the box looks big. The voice in my head tells me it's too big to contain a ring. My heart holds on to hope.
"What is it?" I ask Ethan calmly even as I feel like jumping out of my skin.
He opens the box. My breath catches.
No, it doesn't contain a ring. But there is a beautiful watch inside, the most beautiful I've ever seen. It's covered in flecks of gold that look like tiny diamonds, making it sparkle with a rosy glow. I can tell that it's superbly made, too.
I glance at the name under the cover of the box.
Audemars Piguet.
My eyes grow wide. No wonder it looks like some kind of royal treasure.
Ethan starts to take it out of the box but I push his hand away and shake my head.
"I can't accept this, Ethan."
His eyebrows furrow. "Why not?"
"It's too much."
I'm sure it's worth thousands of dollars.
Still, Ethan takes it out of the box.
"You don't have to wear it all the time. You can just - "
"That's not the point," I tell him. "This isn't something