Chapter 11: Erica’s Melons.
Ethan and Erica stood close to each other, their faces only inches apart, breathing softly on each other’s lips.
Ethan’s heart pounded. He leaned in slowly and brushed his lips against hers — soft as cotton. Erica didn’t pull away. When their mouths finally met, a spark rushed through Ethan’s entire body.
Erica placed her hands gently on Ethan’s chest, her fingers resting against his cotton shirt. She kissed him back, her lips moving like they had waited forever for this moment.
Her eyes began to close as she surrendered to the feeling — his touch, his warmth, his nearness.
Ethan’s hands slid down her waist, slow and careful, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. His fingers traced the curves of her hips, then moved back up, brushing along her sides — nervous, yet full of need.
He touched the fabric of her red dress, tracing the shape of her figure. His thumbs passed lightly over the edge of her chest, then returned to her shoulders, then to her neck. Erica’s body shivered in response, every small motion drawing a deeper breath from her.
His hand paused near her neck, brushing his thumb near her ear. The gesture was gentle — but carried the buried intent of someone who wanted to lead. Someone ready to dominate — if she allowed him.
Then, without warning, his lips pressed harder against hers — deeper, more urgent. Their breaths tangled. Their bodies leaned into each other. Ethan walked her back, still kissing, until the backs of her knees touched the edge of the bed.
She fell onto the mattress with a soft thump. The sheets shifted beneath her. Ethan followed and climbed over her, looking down into her eyes, breathing hard. She looked up, lips parted, waiting.