When I got home that night, I was way past the point of intoxication. Sara and I were giggling and laughing as we stumbled our way to our respective bedrooms.
"Good night Emma." She slurred. "Dream about Ethan."
"Yeah, at least I get laid in my dreams." I laughed at my own comment, and headed to my room. I needed a very cold shower, to take off Ethan's smell and to settle down my hormones.
I opted to sleep in my underwear; a black thong and a matching bra. I didn't feel like putting on some clothes, it was a very warm night and I knew that I wouldn't have been comfortable in pajamas. The bed sheets were cold against my naked skin, it felt really good and it didn't take very long for me to fall fast asleep.
"I was in that old storage house again. I looked for Ethan, but he was nowhere to be seen. I decided to take a look around me, to see if I could recognize something, but it was dark in there, I couldn't figure out much. There was some sort of metal table with some tools on it, a little further away, laying on the ground, was some metal pieces, I couldn't see them clearly, so I didn't know what they were for. There was a distinct smell of something like gas or oils in the air. I thought that I was probably in some sort of mechanic garage, yet I wasn't sure of anything since I couldn't see much.
That's when I saw a closed door and wondered what could be behind it. My heart quickened as I got closer to the door, I was getting nervous for no specific reason. Nothing could have prepared me for what was behind it, my own bedroom. My queen sized bed was there, as well as my girly furniture and decorations. I turned around to close the door and that when I felt a hard body pressed against my back, pressing me against the door.
"Ethan..." I whimpered.
He didn't say anything; he just nibbled on my ear lobe. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He licked a path down my neck, then bit on my shoulder, which made me yelp in surprise, but made me get a wet spot in my panties. His hands were skimming up and down my sides and that's when I realised I was only wearing my black thong and matching bra. I stiffen under his embrace embarrassed of my lack of clothing.
"Relax baby, don't get all shy on me. I promise to make you feel really good."
As the words left his mouth, his hands went to cup each of my butt cheeks spreading them apart, he nudged himself between them, so I could feel his impressive erection through his jeans.
Ethan turned me around and before I could say anything, his lips were on mine. I became helpless at the touch of his lips; his tongue darted out, licking my lips, parting them open. I eagerly opened for him and kissed him back with all I had. I wanted to take charge of the kiss, but it seemed that Ethan had other ideas. He cupped my face between his hands and tilted my head back so he could deepen the kiss, I was lost, intoxicated by his smell, by the feeling of having him there.
His lips left mine, and I suddenly felt the loss of them on me, but soon he was softly kissing my cheek, them kissing my jaw, he made his way down my neck until he reached my bra. With some expert skills, he unhooked my bra, my breasts were now fully exposed to him and I felt a rush of heat in my cheeks. I tried to cover myself, but Ethan caught my wrists and pulled them over my head.
