His calloused breath fanned over her sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of unwanted needs feeling through her and making her moan out, her hands finding his head and holding it captive against her full bosom.
"I missed you so much, Amor..." He dragged like he was inebriated, kissed her neck, latching onto it to tease softly until Daisy thought she was going nuts. When he kissed downwards once more, her back arched to him, her head falling backward, and praying he didn't change his mind not, she woke up from this nightmare she knew she would regret later.
In a flash, he yanked her up to his hard chest, their hungry eyes clashing and holding fast, each asking the other to give up control. When it was certain none would, he crashed his lips against her, and this time he didn't think anything could make him stop, not even an earthquake.
His hands went to her shoulders and pushed off the robe which he had loosened and it fell to her ankles, leaving her bare to him. The night breeze blew against her skin and made Daisy authentically aware that indeed she was naked against her ex-husband. But it was too late to go back as even before she could relate, he hoisted her up against the wall, her legs of it's volition, going around his thin hips.
He kissed from her lips and trailed hot kisses down to her cleavage and peppered light hungry kisses while making primal sounds that invigorated the ache between Daisy's leg. It was as though they had been hungry for so long that before a feast they couldn't hold back in the name of courtesy. All they needed was satisfaction before decorum.
He palmed her two plump bosoms and kneaded with the pad of his palm back and forth, the sound she was making encouraging him and fueling his desires. His passion which had been locked away for the past five years, finally liberated an kect overflowing.
He pushed off the wall and like a lunatic, went to collapse her on the bed, going in after her, not wanting her to change her mind, not that she was thinking of it anyways. He trailed his lips down ward until he reached her navel and suckled, dragging his teeth through her skin as though intending to leave his mark in her for posterity. It was just like old Daisy. She never changed one bit.
Not her enticing olive skin, which from the moment he met her had entranced him, nor her peculiar curves that almost made him give up his birthright. How did he manage to ever let her go in the first place? If he didn't know his mother he would think she had used black magic on him to make him do what he did.
"Arh! Ethan.." She hissed when he found her wet mold and licked through it, wiping off every trail of juice in it like it was his favorite libation. He licked back and forth until she was almost about to beg him to stop when his teeth stopped to tease her pebbled clitoris. "Yeah! Right there!" Her back was to the ceiling, her head thrashing against the pillow. Her hands transmitted between the pillow and his hair which suffered from her pulling at them.
If time is not taken, he would go bald before the end of their escapade. And he wouldn't mind.
He flicked his tongue, licked, and then inserted his two fingers inside and began pumping her. Daisy was so close as she made incoherent sounds, her his running against him, scared that she might go nuts from his wicked administration.
This is her Ethan. The one that made her legs shake from every bedroom trip. If he would be honest, over the years, she spent most nights and day dreaming of these moments and wishing she could have them back even though in her dreams. But only was he physically endowed, he had a mastery in pleasuring a woman. The first time they met, she didn't want to have anything to do with him because she had heard how he used women and never returned to bed to any girl.
But the day he cornered her after a runway show and up to date she can't tell how he managed to make her do what she never thought she would anyway: Have swx in a public place for the first time with a total stranger! But one thing was clear, when he left her in the bathroom to call him, that night, she called and begged him to come to her place.
She was ashamed of herself but shame was something she was willing to take if only to have him do to her what he did in that public restroom. It was simply unimaginable. That day sealed her fate to suffer his curse till this day. Countless dildos and vibrations are locked away in her room that she had used on herself while imagining it was him driving he nuts but at the end of each session, she would cry while cumming knowing it's never enough.
And then she would hang out, play smutty to get a mans attention, make him fuck her, and imagine him, still she would find herself comparing the man to Ethan. No wonder she hasn't been able to keep anyone's attention since he left. He won and now she made it clear to him.
"Arh!" She shook, almost giving up when abruptly he pulled away making to hiss. He climbed off the bed and hurriedly started removing his clothes while Daisy watched his perception come into light.
"You like what you see?" He asked drowsily as though in drugs.
She stuck her finger into her mouth, and shaky nodded, when she brought the finger out, she licked her lips sensually and Ethan saw red. "Shit!" He jumped into the bed, his cock flapping on his thick thighs.
He yanked her down and stranded her on his knees, looked up at her as though begging for her permission. If Daisy was tee to make him pay, she would kick him away and wear her pants but she wasn't that wicked. Maybe it's because she didn't have the heart when it was what she apparently wanted herself. It would be more like being wicked to self.
So, she nodded and his hand shook his huge cock and guided to her entrance. He hadn't entered and her back was already arching as her mouth flew open and produced a whimpering sound. When he pushed through her, he released an erratic breath and gave her time to adjust hence starting off slowly. He packed her hair into his hand and lifted her head up through her neck to look deeply into her clouded eyes. He wanted to see how much he made her undulate for him. It would give him more pleasure than fucking her.
"Ethan..." She whined, grinding her hips to match his momentum.
"You like what I did to you?" Slam! He increased his pace by a notch, she didn't respond as her eyes began fluttering. He shook her and added another pace. "Answer me, Amor!" He growled, his head swimming in euphoria.
"Yes!" She cried and her hand crawled his back and clawed at him, helping him accelerate. She wanted more. She wanted him to be as rough as he liked. She knew he wasn't a gentle lover and neither was she. But, Ethan didn't want this to be like their former regular. He wanted to show her through this how much he missed her and how much he couldn't say with his lips.
"Please, go hard!" She lifted her lips, not getting enough.
"As you wish, my lady!" He dropped her head on the pillow, replaced it with my lips, placed his hand at her both sides to aid her, and went on a mad spree. Their erratic pants filled the room and might have spread through the house due to its intensity.
By the time they reached their high and was ready to descend, Daisy couldn't feel her feet and thought maybe after now, she might pass out. He pulled out and yanked her up with him, flipped her to her front and helped her to lift her ass to him.
"Fuck, yeah..." She shook her sweat ridden hair from her face and positioned properly for him to enter her. He soon slipped in and held her curved waist to pump into her. His growls turned animalistic while she chased her climax. They didn't take long but when they did arrive, their both worlds rocked on tender feet and while the storm passed, they fell on the bed both panting like they ran the marathon.
None said a word, just bodies fitted together in passionate embrace, their breathes the only audible sound in the room. That was when Daisy's head cleared and the consequences of her action dawned on her.
Ethan on his side was going through guilt. Maybe he should have stopped them from doing this because he knew she would be mad at him at the end and might accuse him of taking advantage of her. For someone trying to win back her heart, he sure is not doubt that rightly. But none could blame him, not when it comes to a woman like Daisy.
Now what?