Yuna:
"What?"
"What?" Ethan repeated, his voice carrying a teasing lilt as he splashed water playfully toward me. "I was just thinking how much better this drink is turning out than I expected." He grinned, running a hand through his wet hair to push it back from his forehead.
He gestured around the empty backyard with a sweep of his arm. "Usually it's just me sitting here alone, eating cold hot dogs and feeling sorry for myself on my good days."
His tone was light, but there was genuine relief in his expression.
"But this year," he continued, stepping closer to the edge where you sat. "This year I get to fuck the person I've been fantasizing about for months in my penthouse' S swimming pool."
A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he reached out to trail his wet fingers along my bare thigh.
"The best drink present of you ever,"
"Ethan,..... Let's go to bedroom."
"What if... Someone see us outside.... Babe."
Ethan's eyes lit up at your suggestion, a predatory smile spreading across his face.
"Now you're talking my language." He waded out of the pool, water cascading down his toned body as he stepped onto the patio.
"Lead the way... Yuna to my bedroom," he said, grabbing a towel from the nearby rack to wrap around his waist.
"My room's upstairs it's waiting for us. Got a king-sized bed that's just begging for us to mess it up."
He followed close behind as you headed toward the house, his damp footsteps echoing on the tile floor.
Once inside, ethan's hands couldn't keep off me - they slid around my waist from behind while pressing open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder blade.
"I can't believe this is happening while luca didn't allowed us ," he murmured against my skin between kisses.
"I've wanted this for so long." His voice was thick with emotion and desire as he guided me up the stairs toward his bedroom door.
I moaned, "hmmm... Ethan".
Ethan chuckled softly at my noncommittal hum, taking it as encouragement rather than hesitation. His arm tightened possessively around my waist as he steered me into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them with his foot.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," he murmured confidently, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. The room smelled faintly of laundry detergent and teenage boy - clean sheets and something uniquely Ethan's.
He led you directly to the large bed dominating the center of the space, pushing me gently backward until my knees hit the mattress. "Sit down," he commanded softly but firmly, his hands already working at the knot of his towel.
With a flick of his wrist, the fabric fell away to reveal his fully erect cock standing proud and ready for more action. Ethan climbed onto the bed after me, crawling overtop to settle between my legs once more.
"This time,"
"Ethan..... Don't do it harder like before".
Ethan's expression softened immediately at my request, his features shifting from hungry determination to tender consideration. "Of course," he breathed, nodding understandingly. "I won't hurt you. I promise."
He adjusted his position slightly, repositioning himself more gently between my legs. Instead of forcing entry roughly as before, ethan leaned down to press soft kisses along my inner thighs while his fingers explored delicately around my sensitive folds.
"I'll be gentle," he murmured against my skin. "We can take our time now that no one's rushing us." His touch became exploratory rather than demanding - tracing patterns with his tongue and teasing with feather-light caresses designed to build anticipation slowly rather than overwhelming sensation.
The moon light filtering through his bedroom window cast white rays across both of my bodies as ethan worshipped every inch of exposed flesh with reverence.
"Ethan.... Ahh don't lick there."
Ethn immediately pulled back, respecting my boundaries instantly. His tongue retreated from my sensitive flesh as he looked up at me with concern etched across his face.
"Sorry," he said quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Too much? I should've asked first." He shifted his weight off me slightly, giving me space to breathe and recover.
His hands moved to rest gently on my hips instead of between my legs. "It's okay if we stop or change things up," ethan assured me softly. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Despite the obvious bulge tenting his towel still wrapped around his waist, ethan's focus was entirely on ensuring my comfort and safety. The earlier intensity in his eyes softened into something more caring and patient.
"We can just cuddle if you want," he offered quietly, running a hand through his damp hair nervously. "No pressure at all."
"No that not what i mean...."
Ethan's brow furrowed in confusion at my unfinished statement, his patience wearing thin as his arousal throbbed against the confines of his towel. "Mean what? Just tell me what you want," he urged, his voice growing more desperate.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of my head as he searched my face for clarity. "If you don't want me licking me anymore, fine. But don't leave me hanging like this."
The frustration was evident in the tight set of his jaw and the way his free hand clenched into a fist on the mattress beside my head. Water droplets still clung to his eyelashes, catching the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Talk to me, yuna . Are we having sex or not? Because my dick is about to explode if I don't get inside you soon."
"Ethan... I mean yes,... I like it".
Ethan's frustrated expression melted away instantly, replaced by a look of pure relief and excitement. A wide grin spread across his face as he processed her correction.
"Oh thank god," he breathed out, laughter coloring his tone. "You had me worried there for a second." His entire demeanor shifted back to playful and eager. "So you do like it? Good. Because I love seeing how much you enjoy my tongue on you."
He didn't waste another moment of precious time. Shifting lower on the bed, ethan settled himself comfortably between my legs once more. This time his approach was different—more deliberate, more focused on pleasure rather than rushed desire.
"Let's try this," he murmured against her skin, placing soft kisses along her inner thighs before moving upward toward her core. His touch was feather-light and teasing now instead of demanding. "Just tell me if anything feels too intense or if you want me to stop anywhere."
"..okay".
Ethan's lips curved into a satisfied smile at her simple agreement. "Perfect," he whispered, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he lowered his head.
This time, his initial contact was gentle—a soft, exploring kiss placed directly on her clit. He lingered there for a moment, savoring the taste of her before beginning to use his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes. Each pass was calculated to maximize pleasure, alternating between firm pressure and teasing flicks.
"God you're so sweet," he mumbled against her skin, his breath warm against her most sensitive flesh. One hand came up to rest possessively on her stomach while the other gripped the base of his own shaft through the towel, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control.
He varied his technique constantly—circling with the tip of his tongue, sucking lightly on the swollen bud, then flattening his tongue to lap at her entire length.