devotion, and make love to me for hours.
Damn you, Hollywood! You’re a liar.
“Emily, what’s wrong? What did I say?” He turns away from me at the moment my lips quivers. He’s fisting his hair, mumbling to himself. Even though I still have on a bra, panties, and stupid black heels Margie insisted made the look perfect, I’ve never felt more exposed. I want to sink into the carpet, wishing the last half hour hadn’t ever happened.
Stupid, Emily…why do you always have to do something different or fancy? Why not just make fried chicken for dinner and get him a nice card , I argue with myself.
“Shit! Why did I have to say something stupid on our anniversary? I try, Emily. I want to be good for you, I do. I just can’t get it right, ya know? God, please say something.”
… stupid on our anniversary …
“You know it’s our anniversary?” I could have heard incorrectly.
“Well, yeah. How could I forget our anniversary? I can’t forget a thing about you, Emily.” He starts to walk toward the couch and grabs my hand, pulling me behind him. He flops down then pulls me into his lap. His thumb graces the outer edges of my smile. He didn’t forget .
“I remember that you hate high heels.” His hand ghosts down my leg and then draws my leg up. He grasps my spiked heel and slips it off my foot. He tosses the shoe to the floor before he begins to rub my toes.
After a few moments, his hand slides up my arm to my neck, landing on my earlobe. “I remember that you only wear stud earrings because you’re afraid of getting them caught on something.” His tongue snakes out a lightly traces the tip of my ear.
“I also remember that you don’t wear necklaces....” His hand floats to cup my neck and then draws a finger down my breastbone and into my enhanced cleavage.
Ethan shifts on the sofa and pulls something from his pocket. He hands me a small black box with a red bow.
“But I’m hoping to change that.” Ethan finishes. I open the box and see the most delicate, yet beautiful necklace. A small silver disc holds the date we pledged our love for each other. One year ago, today .
I find that I can’t resist this thoughtful man. Not only has he not forgotten our anniversary, but he has also purchased the perfect gift. I seductively maneuver myself so that I’m facing Ethan. I straddle his lap and then kiss him like my life depends on it. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” I mumble in between kisses.
I always get this feeling when Ethan and I are about to do it. It’s still a million tiny butterflies bouncing in my stomach trying to break free. Honestly, it’s the best feeling. The greatest part, though, is that each time is better than the last. I’m not sure if Ethan has been swapping stories in the stock room—although I doubt it, it’s not his style—or reading up on the internet, but things have really…exploded for us in the bedroom department. There was a Get-to-know-you period, which was followed by the Awkward-movements period. Then there was the This-works-so-let’s-do-it-this-way-all-the-time period. Lately, we’d found the “ Life is like a box of chocolates… ” period. And let me tell you, I may not know what I’m “ gonna get ,” but that shit is good. “ Chocolate” is never a bad thing.
“And I remember,” Ethan pauses, breathing me in. “You love it when I kiss you here,” he finishes and then sucks my nipple into his mouth. The contrast in sensation of his soft, wet mouth and the lace fabric has me beyond aroused.
“New rule: all panties must be like this.” His hands rub across the exposed flesh of my butt, grabbing a handful of cheek to accentuate his point. Ethan’s kiss is now languid, his tongue reaching out and teasing my body. As he moves upward, our eyes connecting once again, he beckons my mouth to open and allow him inside. I’m totally lost to this man and would submit to anything he wanted but after a few moments, I remember I have a
Damn you, Hollywood! You’re a liar.
“Emily, what’s wrong? What did I say?” He turns away from me at the moment my lips quivers. He’s fisting his hair, mumbling to himself. Even though I still have on a bra, panties, and stupid black heels Margie insisted made the look perfect, I’ve never felt more exposed. I want to sink into the carpet, wishing the last half hour hadn’t ever happened.
Stupid, Emily…why do you always have to do something different or fancy? Why not just make fried chicken for dinner and get him a nice card , I argue with myself.
“Shit! Why did I have to say something stupid on our anniversary? I try, Emily. I want to be good for you, I do. I just can’t get it right, ya know? God, please say something.”
… stupid on our anniversary …
“You know it’s our anniversary?” I could have heard incorrectly.
“Well, yeah. How could I forget our anniversary? I can’t forget a thing about you, Emily.” He starts to walk toward the couch and grabs my hand, pulling me behind him. He flops down then pulls me into his lap. His thumb graces the outer edges of my smile. He didn’t forget .
“I remember that you hate high heels.” His hand ghosts down my leg and then draws my leg up. He grasps my spiked heel and slips it off my foot. He tosses the shoe to the floor before he begins to rub my toes.
After a few moments, his hand slides up my arm to my neck, landing on my earlobe. “I remember that you only wear stud earrings because you’re afraid of getting them caught on something.” His tongue snakes out a lightly traces the tip of my ear.
“I also remember that you don’t wear necklaces....” His hand floats to cup my neck and then draws a finger down my breastbone and into my enhanced cleavage.
Ethan shifts on the sofa and pulls something from his pocket. He hands me a small black box with a red bow.
“But I’m hoping to change that.” Ethan finishes. I open the box and see the most delicate, yet beautiful necklace. A small silver disc holds the date we pledged our love for each other. One year ago, today .
I find that I can’t resist this thoughtful man. Not only has he not forgotten our anniversary, but he has also purchased the perfect gift. I seductively maneuver myself so that I’m facing Ethan. I straddle his lap and then kiss him like my life depends on it. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” I mumble in between kisses.
I always get this feeling when Ethan and I are about to do it. It’s still a million tiny butterflies bouncing in my stomach trying to break free. Honestly, it’s the best feeling. The greatest part, though, is that each time is better than the last. I’m not sure if Ethan has been swapping stories in the stock room—although I doubt it, it’s not his style—or reading up on the internet, but things have really…exploded for us in the bedroom department. There was a Get-to-know-you period, which was followed by the Awkward-movements period. Then there was the This-works-so-let’s-do-it-this-way-all-the-time period. Lately, we’d found the “ Life is like a box of chocolates… ” period. And let me tell you, I may not know what I’m “ gonna get ,” but that shit is good. “ Chocolate” is never a bad thing.
“And I remember,” Ethan pauses, breathing me in. “You love it when I kiss you here,” he finishes and then sucks my nipple into his mouth. The contrast in sensation of his soft, wet mouth and the lace fabric has me beyond aroused.
“New rule: all panties must be like this.” His hands rub across the exposed flesh of my butt, grabbing a handful of cheek to accentuate his point. Ethan’s kiss is now languid, his tongue reaching out and teasing my body. As he moves upward, our eyes connecting once again, he beckons my mouth to open and allow him inside. I’m totally lost to this man and would submit to anything he wanted but after a few moments, I remember I have a
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