Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Ethan's POV

I want to be with you.

I want to be yours.

April's voice echoes in my head for the hundredth time and I raise my face to the cold spray of water coming from the shower.

It has to do something.

If it can't chase away the pulsing, heated sensation evident between my legs,...it should at least chase away the prominent echo of her words in my head.

Her voice deep with need.

Her eyes had stared at me with so much truth...but she couldn't possibly be sure.

No one can be sure of that so soon...

What exactly is stopping you?

You don't want to be with me?

"Ofcourse I do, dammit." I mutter and turn off the shower which has don't nothing but prune my skin.

More than anything, I want to be with her, on top of her, inside her.

I wanted to watch her body react to mine again.

I wanted to hear her moan my name over and over and over.

But what will happen when the sun is up and she realizes how much she has surrendered to me?

What will happen when the truth is prominent on the sheets?

Sighing, I towel dry and tie the towel loosely around my waist as I walk back into the bedroom.

I feel a sickening guilt hit me when I spot April on the far side of the bed, hugging herself so tight, like she wanted roll herself out of existense.

Thousands of options are running through my head at the sight of her.

Rush to her side and ask her to please understand.

Rush to her side and admit I was an idiot to turn her down.

Rush to her side and beg her to talk to me.

Or simply... just agree to her earlier opinion and pleasure her till she is screaming my name.

I drag my gaze away from her to stop myself from doing something stupid and to diminish the opinions.

Heading to the wardrobe, I slip on a pair of shorts, grateful that April isn't able to see what her request has done to me.

When she had been standing there in nothing but those panties...one more look at her and I would have crumbled to defeat in an eye blink.

I sigh as I climb into bed, feeling her absence immediately because for the past week that she has stayed with me, she was always next to me when I got in bed and when I woke up.

And here she is, more than an arms length away.

I shouldn't have turned her down dammit.

But I had to be sure....and she has to be sure.

I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to go to sleep because I might just get a hearty slap to the face if I so much as neared her now.

I don't know how long I keep my eyes close before I realise this can't work. I normally can't sleep without her next to me...literally holding me and dwelling in her warmth.

But now it's worse...

Now there are too many reasons I can't sleep.

She is mad at me.

I'm mad at me.

My body is rebelling against common sense in aching needs of her.

Something I would have handled if I wasn't being too much of a gentleman.

Which is good....right?

April's POV

I feel the bed dip a little as Ethan climbs in and I focus my gaze on the moonlight reflecting on his silk drapes.

Surprisingly, I don't feel like crying at all, neither am I upset. No matter how much I want to cry and get this overwhelming sad feeling over with...I just feel pathetic.

I repulsed him...he didn't want me.

I had touched him and he had jumped back...like I was venom.

Still no tears.

I don't know how long I stare at the moonlight before I feel the movement on the bed behind me.

And then Ethans warmth envelops me immediately as his hands wrap around me from behind and pull me close to him.

"Hey." He says softly, his warm breath brushing my ear.

"It's okay, Ethan. You don't have to pretend just to cheer me up." I mutter, wishing he'd stop pitying me.

"What?" He asks as he slowly turns me over on my back to look at him while he is above me, supporting his weight with his elbow.

"April, why would you say that? I'm not--"

"It's okay." I say, even attempting to smile as I continue,

"You don't want me, Ethan. Its fine. I'm used to it." I say and shrug.

"Let's just go to sleep." I add and just as I'm about to turn around, he stops me.

"Wait a minute. You think I don't want you?"

"You don't want me. You made it clear."

"Because you're a virgin, April. I can't take that away from you if you're not extremely sure."

"I am sure." I say and put my hand to his face,

"Do you know how much your touch affects me, Ethan? How much I turn to melted butter when I feel you next to me? I know that I want this...that I want you." I say to him and when he is still quiet, eyes intent on mine, I shrug.

"It's okay if I don't affect you the same way." I add and he quickly places his hand on mine, where it's planted on his face.

"You think your touch does nothing to me? Do you know what I've been going through since you kissed me?" He asks as he pulls my hand down with his under the sheets to a bulge in his pants and my eyes go wide at the length of him.

"This is what you do to me, April Skye. Cold shower after cold shower everyday when I wake up next to you. You are the most sexy girl I've ever known and I love everything about your body. Do you know how hard it is to refuse you now?"

"Then dont refuse me."

I say and find my courage just after he says he loves my body as I boldly rub my hand along the length of him through his shorts.

"Dammit April." He groans under his breath and he stops my hand with his.

"You have to be sure about this. When you wake up tomorrow, you're sure you won't regret this April? I'm grasping at straws here with you, you have to assure me." He groans and I don't know what better to prove to him that I'm sure, so I reach up and plant my lips on his.

He doesn't move or kiss me back for a second but as I continue, he leans in to the kiss and takes lead immediately.

Ethan shifts now, making me lie flat on my back with him above me as he slows the kiss.

Its like the first time I kissed him, and I give in to his slow, rhythmic heated kissing.

His hands are under my tshirt as they sweep up, bundling the shirt with them and he takes it off me, looking at me for good measure with his dark gaze before his lips return to mine.

My entire body is aching for him, for his touch and I let out a deep moan as I feel his hands on my breasts, teasing and tugging my nipples.

"Ethan." I gasp, raising my hips to connect with his erection as I press against him.

"Not now, babe." He whispers against my lips, slightly pulling away as his lips trail hot, kisses down my neck to my collarbone and lower until I feel his breath on my breast before his hot mouth is on it, his tongue and lips suckling me, sending bolts of passion within me.

"God, you're so hot." He says and switches to my other breast, torturing my senses and I moan louder.

His mouth keeps going down, trailing hot kisses that increase my warm, aching need with every move and driving me nuts as I anticipate what that mouth would do when it gets to its destination.

"Oh, God." I moan when his mouth just above my waist band which is too low already.

Ethan hooks a finger around the waistband, tugging it lower with his lips following every skin exposed. Its definitely hard to breathe now and I'm panting and moaning as his lips go lower and lower until they come in contact with my bare swollen mound.

He plants a kiss on my most sensitive spot and I jerk a little, overwhelmed by the bolt of sensation at my pulsing spot.

"Please Ethan." I say, slightly raising my hips, aching for more when his finger slips inside me.

"Oh!" I gasp, relishing the feeling. Then his hot tongue is on me, stroking and lavishing me in up and down movements while his finger is moving in and out of me.

I move a hand down and grasp his hair, speaking words I had no idea that I could.

"Please Ethan...please....ohhh, yes." I moan, grabbing a handful of sheets, writhing and pressing into his mouth  as my moans get louder.

I feel the blinding sensation before I realise his lips are sucking on my sensitive spot.

"Ethan!" I'm screaming now, writhing under him and preparing for release as I feel my muscles tense with the fast pace he is using with his tongue.

His tongue is replaced with his thumb as he comes back up and whispers in my ear,

"Come for me, baby. I want to see your face when you do it." His breath is hot against my ear and that's all it takes before I give in to the building need, letting relief wash over me as my body shakes uncontrollably with release.

"You're so beautiful." He says, kissing my neck and I still feel his arousal pressing against me, stirring the need in me all over again.

I press against him.

"Now?" I plea against his lips and he chuckles, smiling with his lips on mine.

"Patience." He whispers but he moves away a little and reaches into the nightstand drawer, taking a telltale square foil package as he rips is open with his teeth, eyes on me.

"You sure about this, April?" He asks, even though his hands go down and he slips it on.

"Yes." I breathe and his lips return to mine, kissing me, with a hand cupping my left breast, teasing the nipple.

"You ready, baby?" He asks and I can feel his length rubbing against me, teasing me.

Slowly, he enters me, letting me adjust to the size of him. I bite my lip as he goes deeper.

"Fuck, April. You're so wet and tight." He groans, pushing deeper slowly until his full length is in me and I draw in a sharp intake of breath at the slight, pulsing pain I'm feeling.

"You okay, baby?" He asks and I nod, letting my body do the work as Ethan slowly moves within me, making the pain vanish almost immediately to a shadowed numb.

I let him work out the rhythm till he is moving easily now and we're both breathing heavily.

His pace increases with every thrust as I meet his movement while raising my hips simultaneously with his.

"You're so tight, I won't last." He groans speeding his thrusts as he drives us both over the edge and I clench around the length of him, overcome by the relief. I can feel him go tense longer than I expected as he let's out a groan then his body relaxes.

Ethan is breathing heavily when he collapses next to me, his gaze on mine.

"Ethan?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I don't think I'll ever regret this." I admit, feeling flushed and different.

He chuckles, pulling me close and planting a kiss on my forehead, then on my lips.

"Me too, April. You're my beautiful, special girl." He says as he wraps his hands around me.

I can't help but smile at his words as I snuggle into his warmth, dwelling in this beautiful moment.

I am his.

And nothing can change that.