Chapter 136: A Date on the Horizon

ELLIE

The way his voice sounded — rough and seductive — ignited my desire, almost making me give in to his tempting proposal.

“Maybe after dinner... and a shower,” I suggested, reminding myself that we were still in our sweaty workout clothes.

“Dinner can wait...” he said, grabbing my thighs and locking them around his waist. “But I can't,” he finished, lifting me up.

With no options left, I surrendered to his will, letting him carry me toward the bedroom, unable to say no when he had just declared himself once again, admitting he would even beg on his knees if necessary.

Once inside the bedroom, he carried me straight into the bathroom, setting me down on the sink. With his hips between my legs, he grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head along with his t-shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs.

“The sacrifice is really worth it,” I teased, licking my lips and biting the lower one as I trailed my fingers across his skin, still enticingly gleaming with a thin layer of sweat.

The feel of his firm, warm skin under my fingers made my entire body heat up, as if his warmth were seeping into me.

He kept his eyes on me as my fingers traced every defined muscle, sliding down his chest and exploring the dips and ridges above and below his navel.

I could already feel the desire pulsing inside me. Grabbing my hand, he gently moved it away to tug at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head.

“We should be making dinner... I thought you were hungry,” I commented, feeling his fingers unfasten my bra at my back, sending a soft shiver through me.

“I am,” he said with a hungry look, holding my gaze as he slipped the piece of clothing away, freeing my breasts.

“Okay... but go easy on me,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Remember, I need to be able to walk home tomorrow.”

“I thought I always went easy on you,” he teased, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants and yanking them down my legs abruptly, along with my panties.

Finally, he stripped off my socks and his own pants, standing completely naked. And even after all this time, I could still spend hours just admiring how ridiculously hot he was.

"Fuck..." I growled under my breath.

"What?" he murmured, his brown eyes flickering between my eyes, my mouth, and my breasts.

"You were right... I get why they can't forget," I admitted playfully.

"Do you really want to talk about that right now?"

"Fuck it..." I whispered against his lips, making it clear I didn't care. "After all, who’s the one wearing the ring?"

"That's my girl..." he whispered back, sliding his fingers over my belly. "Confident..." he continued, moving downward, past my navel, slipping between my legs. "And delicious." He started moving his fingers, making me shudder and arch my back.

"Ethan..." I moaned, breathless, closing my eyes.

"So wet and ready," he whispered, increasing the pressure and speed of his movements. "Ready for the ride?" he teased, suddenly stopping and pulling his fingers away, making me open my eyes, dazed.

Then he grabbed my thighs and lifted me, carrying me toward the shower.



ETHAN

With one final deep thrust, I felt my body tense up just as she clenched around me, almost crushingly tight, moaning my name over and over in that maddening way as she came.

The sound of it pushed me over the edge. Feeling like my heart and cock were about to explode, I surrendered, letting the sensation consume me.

The wave of tension swept through my body, making every muscle tighten, shooting down my back and making me explode inside her.

Burying my face in her neck, I moaned, breathless against her wet skin, digging my fingers into her thighs and feeling like my legs were bolted to the ground.

I savored every second of the pleasure, feeling the tension leave my body and my heart slow down, finally relaxing against her wet skin, wishing I could stay inside her forever.

But I had to pull away shortly after, regaining the ability to move my legs. Still slightly breathless, she remained leaning against the wall as I gently set her feet back on the floor.

"Let's finish this shower," I said, reaching out to turn the water back on.

Grabbing some soap, I spread it across my hands, intending to wash every curve of her body. Exhausted, she willingly let me, lazily returning the favor when it was her turn, and by the time we were done, I was almost hard again.

I only waited for her to wrap herself in a towel before lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the bed. She kept looking at me with a lazy, satisfied smile along the way, making me feel like the luckiest damn man in the world.

Laying her down, I climbed into bed right after.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I really would have avoided all those encounters if I could," I said, still feeling a little bad about the situation, though proud of how she had handled it, seemingly unaffected.

"It's fine, it's just the past. Forget it," she soothed, sounding a little sleepy, her head resting on my chest.

"Tired? I thought I went easy on you," I teased.

"I'm just thinking," she murmured back.

"May I know about what?"

"About the conversation I had with Anna earlier. I know she’s going to need me in the coming months, but when the baby is finally born, maybe..." she hesitated a little.

"Maybe?"

"Maybe it would be a good time to focus on the wedding," she concluded, making my heart race.

"Are you serious?" I asked, skeptical, staring at her face.

She nodded, stirring a mix of emotions in me — relief, happiness, anxiety, anticipation, and pure satisfaction.

Propping myself up on my arms, I lifted myself enough to hover above her.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," I whispered, locking eyes with her blue gaze before lowering myself to kiss her deeply. "Let’s hope he’s born as soon as possible," I said, pulling back just enough to make her laugh.

"You know normal babies take nine months, right? And that it would be wrong if he came earlier," she explained, her laughter growing.

"That's fine. I’m eager to keep training for the honeymoon until then," I teased, moving my hips suggestively between her legs.
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