Yessss!

Lara

" What about your rich husband?" He whispered to my ears, and from just the proximity, my breath hitched.

" Will he mind?" He asked, his lips suddenly claiming the crook of my neck, biting on it, hard enough to express his dominance, and yet, soft enough to have a soft moan coming from my lips.

" Because God help me, Lara," He dragged, his features darkening with desire, and that only added to the flame burning within me. I shifted on the bench, the lust in my eyes hardly obsecured as I locked gazes with him.

" I want to fuck you, to ruin you while his billion-dollar ring glisters on your finger. " It was a promise, and knowing the kind of person Ethan was, knowing how hot-blooded he truly was, I didn't doubt he would see through it.

But that wasn't even the scariest part. The fact that my body was burning with excitement from his promise, the fact that my core throbbed when he promised to fuck me terrified me more than anything else.

" I intend to ruin you, Lara, silently. " He added, as he squeezed my breasts, harder, and jolts of pleasure and excitement shot through me in currents.

" Because after four years, I am back in your life, Lara."

" And I plan to ruin you quietly, right under his nose."

" You have to promise me something, though " It was almost like a request, and before my mind could register, I was already nodding my head.

" You have to promise me that you won't make any noise. "

" Unlike before, when you used to moan my name, now you have to take everything quietly, silently. "

" Every thrust, every lick, every firm deep, and every touch..." Saying that, he placed his thumb inside my mouth, and heavens, I found myself licking it, hungrily, greedily, as if my next breath depended entirely on it.

I had never known that I could be so brazen, and here I was, my tongue wrapped around my ex's thumb like vines.

" F..ck! Lara!" He cursed, his gaze heated as he looked at me, as if deciding whether he wanted to fuck me right there or later.

I hoped it was the first one.

Yes. You heard me right. At that moment, I couldn't even be bothered by the fact that I was someone's wife.

All my soul and my body wanted was a fuck, or anything, as long as it would penetrate me, and fill me with aching pleasure.

"Be good." His voice came out as a muffled plea, as if the last bit of his control was fraying.

" Go back to your husband's house." He added as he removed his finger from my lips, and my brain froze.

No. I was unwilling to let slip a chance to orgasm.

" Don't worry. I promised to fuck you.."

" I intend to keep my words." He added, as his lips claimed mine, and for a good minute, our lips were locked, our bodies pressed on each other, as the world faded around us.

" I will see you around. "He whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he broke the kiss.

And in the next second, he was gone.

I was still dazed from the kiss. My mind was all foggy as I stared at his retreating silhouette.

A mixture of longing and anger coursed through my body in violent waves.

All I wanted was a d*ck! And somehow, I couldn't get it, not from my husband, and, not from my ex.

Ethan.

I whispered the name in my lips, dreamily, as I touched my lips, where he had just kissed me. There was still the lingering warmth, but more warmth was in my heart.

Seeing him again after four years happened to jolt my heart, and as I stared at his house, a knowing smile found its way to my lips.

If Derek couldn't give me what I wanted, it was fine, as long as he didn't mind me getting it from someone else.

Four years never erased the mark that Ethan had imprinted in my heart. And my body still responded to his touches like it used to.

If the condition was not making any noise, then I was more than willing to comply.

I would take everything that he gave me, silently, greedily, and beg for more.

Even long after Ethan was gone, I remained seated on the bench, and it was not until hours later, that I made my way to mine and Derek's Villa. By then, it was almost down, probably, a few hours to dawn.

The bedroom was eerily quiet, and it was not until I stared at the huge king-size bed, where Derek was sprawled, seemingly deep in sleep, that reality hit me.

I had shared a kiss with my ex, knowing fully well that I was married. I had to admit, I felt guilty, but the dopamine was even higher. I guess what made it even more exciting was the fact that I was married, to a man who starved me sexually...

Peeling my gaze from my sleeping husband, I turned to the huge mirror, my movements slow, and calculated as I undressed.

The robe's lace was slightly torn from Ethan's earlier rough movements. Nothing drastic had happened though.

He had just yanked it ruthlessly as his hands slipped their way into my breasts.

Just the thought of how I felt when he squeezed them, hard, ruthlessly, had me closing my eyes, inhaling shakily, as I relived the moment.

Fuck! I could give anything to have Ethan on top of me, my soul included.

It was not until I was completely naked that I dragged my flaming body to the washroom.

Desperate to soothe my nerves, to quench the thirst burning through me, I selected the cold water settings, and as I stood there, the unforgivingly cold water bearing its fangs at me, my mind cleared, but only for a second.

In the next minute, I stood there, staring at my reflection in the misty bathroom mirror, while imagining what it could feel like to have Ethan in the bathroom, with me...

Would he offer to wash me? Like he did in the past?

Then he would f*ck me with his fingers, his eyes locked on mine.

He would press me against the tiled wall, take one of my breasts into his mouth while he pushed his sinfully huge cock into my core. Then he would serve me with strokes, hard and firm, until I was wailing in ecstasy.

With each thrust, he would whisper my name, delicately, and my flower would tighten around his girth.

We would then spend five hours in the shower, f*cking, sinning, and moaning.

Before I realised it, my back was already arched against the cold bathroom wall, and my finger was already deep inside my core, moving in and out, my eyes closed as I framed Ethan's face in my mind, as I imagined him f*cking me, as I relived the time when he used to turn me around, and ruthlessly pump himself into me as if he wanted to blend us into one person.

Just the thought of those blissful gone days had my pace quickening, my body quivering as the pleasure built in.

Then I added another finger, and while it did nothing to quench the ache within me, it served me with shocks of pleasure, especially when I imagined riding Ethan, sitting on his huge c*ck while his large arms held my breasts as I whined my body on his, shamelessly grinding him as if my life depended on it.

" ahhh" A muffled moan escaped from my lips as my movements became erratic, desperate.

The euphoria was building up, the world was fading...

" Mmmmh...Eth ..Ethaaaan!" I moaned even louder as my body followed the movement of my fingers, with one of my hands squeezing my breasts, pressing them together, imitating what Ethan used to do to me back then...

" Yess! Yesss!"

" Ethan..."

My body convulsed, my gaze went cloudy as the euphoria took over...

Soon, I was seeing stars, and I went on my knees when I hit the peak,

Heavens! It felt so good!

The water was still running,

I had just got my first orgasm, in years, from touching myself while thinking about Ethan...

Just then, a soft knock came on the bathroom door and I jerked up.

Holy everything. ....