"Princesse un jour et ma reine aujourd'hui. Oui le chemin j'ai lu dans ton cœur..."

Victor O_ Martinican singer

Norabel

Is it possible to walk on clouds while being down on Earth at the same time?

I wrestle with this question as I follow Ethan back into the bar, my mind a messy thread of thoughts that keep playing his love declaration over and over again like a broken record. I have just been given a mind-blowing orgasm following a romantic confession that would make angels weep. How could this night possibly get better?

Never in a million years would I have imagined that Ethan's feelings for me ran so deeply. When we were still up there I became worried that he would expect me to say something in return but he didn't seem to mind my lack of a clear response.

When in doubt ask for a kiss...

Once I'm back in my room later tonight I will have time to dwell on what this declaration means for the relationship between Ethan and me. As for now I fully intend to enjoy the rest of this fabulous night.

I don't know for how long Ethan and I were gone but it suddenly occurs to me that my best friend will guess what happened earlier the second she sees us together. However, when we reach our table in the VIP section, I only notice the two other members of Collision sitting on the opposite lounge sofa where we take place. Kadrick and Keisha are nowhere to be seen and I find myself wondering if she might be having her own "rooftop moment" somewhere else.

Ethan gestures for a waiter to bring us drinks meanwhile Caleb and Midas seem engaged in a passionate debate about... foreign cities?

"I can't believe your audacity to sit there and deny the supremacy of Tokyo," Caleb says visibly offended. "She carried this whole damn storyline, they did her dirty at the end."

"No one's denying anything," Midas answers with a bored gesture of his hand. "The problem is you're way too obsessed with her character to admit that she kept making shitty decisions that put the team constantly at risk. Nairobi was the real queen period."

I think I see Caleb's eyes twitch in pent-up frustration. I glance at Ethan to find him holding back a laugh as the two continue to poke at each other.

"You're delusional."

"Argue with a wall Caleb."

I lean against Ethan who wraps his arm around my shoulder while the waiter set down our glasses.

"What are they talking about?" I ask as they continue to throw around city names in a personified manner.

"It's a Spanish series that's all the rage on Netflix," Ethan answers. "It's about a mastermind named 'El Profesor' who decided to recruit a team of robbers who choose city names as aliases, their goal is to rob the Royal Mint of Spain."

"Wait. Is it La Casa de Papel?"

I've been meaning to binge-watch it once the series ended but senior year began and I had zero time to commit to five seasons.

"Yep, it's that one. Caleb and Midas never shut up about this thing."

"I have it on my watch list. Do you think I'll like it?"

His fingers begin to trace soothing patterns against my collarbone. I don't even think he notices it but the warmth spreading in my lower belly certainly does. Such a chaste touch shouldn't even have the power to turn me on. I've become a horny monster. I blame it on Ethan and his expert fingers.

"I've only watched a few episodes here and there but..." he seems to hesitate before adding, "I have this friend who's constantly drowning in work, and yet she always makes time to watch it. So I'd say it might be worth all the hype."

Caleb cuts off his argument with Midas to bring his attention to me.

"Let's settle this by getting the opinion of another woman," he declares. "What do you think Norabel? Tokyo was indeed the best female character right?"

"Please feel free to tell him to go suck his dick," Midas counters and I almost choke on my drink.

"Are they always like this?" I whisper to Ethan who looks way too entertained.

"Trust me you have not seen the worst of it."

"Norabel darling, settle this for us?" Caleb asks once again.

As soon as the endearing term leaves his mouth, I feel Ethan's hand clasp around my shoulder in a vice grip. Before I have a chance to say that I haven't watched the series yet, Ethan pines him with a harsh glare as he growls.

"Keep your pet names for your groupies Caleb. She's just Norabel to you."

My lady parts begin to fan over themselves at his display of possessiveness. If Ethan keeps feeding the horny monster he'll have to satisfy it again. I'm just saying...

Midas speaks up with a mischievous smile, "What about 'Princess' can we call her that? She certainly looks like one."

The moment Caleb and Midas explode in laughter, I understand that they are purposely trying to get on Ethan's nerves.

An unexpected giggle burst through my lips but when the brooding journalist sitting next to me shoots me a warning glance I quickly disguise it behind a cough.

"That's very mature of you guys," Ethan tells them in a flat tone.

They seem like they are about to tease him some more but their attention instantly diverges to Kadrick walking toward our table with my best friend at his arm.

"Look who's decided to grace us with his majestic presence," Caleb stands and starts clapping like an idiot as Midas imitates the sound of a trumpet.

Keisha simply rolls her eyes at their childish game before she sits down next to me. I lower my voice to speak to her.

"So how's your plan to avoid Kadrick for the whole night going so far?"

I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively and get the satisfaction of seeing her a tiny bit embarrassed which rarely happens so I take it as a big win. But she recovers fast and shoots me a knowing glance.

"If you want to go down that road, should we also address those hickeys on your neck? I could spot them from miles away."

What is she talking about?!

I immediately duck my chin and turn toward Ethan who caught our conversation. He's not even trying to hide his satisfaction.

"You could have told me that you left marks on my skin," I seethed through gritted teeth.

"Oops?" He doesn't appear to be the slightest bit sorry.

I kick his foot under the table in retaliation.

"People are going to see this Ethan!" I complain.

"It's a good look on you though."

The nerves of this guy!

I begin to think of a list of names to start calling him but the DJ begins to play "Bandana" a popular Afrobeats tune by Fireboy DLM. All three members of Collision begin to cheer before they start to sing the lyrics together.

"That song is their jam," Ethan explains for the benefit of Keisha and me. "There was a time when it got so hard for them to even get small gigs that they thought about disbanding but whenever they got a rejection they would play this and sing it at the top of their lungs."

All three of us watch the guys vibe on the song and it's funny to see that Caleb and Midas who were previously fighting are now pulling Kadrick up to dance together as they all sing "I never cease, I'm never weak, til' eternity I'm on fire!"

It doesn't take long for us to also stand up and join their vibe. When the DJ transitions to another song we all leave the table to join the dance floor. Our entire group continues to hype each other, dancing and hollering, soon enough Caleb and Midas snatch two girls from the crowd to bring to our circle. The more the merrier.

At this moment right there I don't think about the daily stress that I confront because of insecurity and political unrest. It's only a normal night and I'm having fun with my friends.

I focus on the bass of the loud music pulsating under my skin, on the euphoria of the crowd moving like a wave all around us, and finally on Ethan, who's mouthing the lyrics of the new Afrobeats song that resonates inside the bar "Confession" by AV. Talk about a coincidence! Confession...

His eyes look into my soul as his lips mouth along with the singer, "I must confess your body very offensive e de scatter my defense..."

This night is entirely magical. It feels like the universe finally decided to give me that break I've been asking for. So many horrible things have happened this year but tonight I'm able to forget that I'm always suffocating. I'm reminded that I can also be a carefree woman who can enjoy a night out with her friends. I'm reminded that our people have so much joy inside of them.

We're still here.

And we want to live.

***

It's a little after 1 AM when I finally snuggle under my sheets with a movie playing on my laptop because I'm still not sleepy even though I spent most of the night dancing.

Ethan and I said goodnight at the top of the stairs. The lights were out indicating that Jasmine already went to bed. We lingered for a while in the dark, standing only a breath apart from each other. Unspoken intentions weighed heavy between us but we didn't kiss.

We both knew if we started there was no way we'd stopped.

As I went about my night routine my mind kept replaying the best moments at Kole Sere and I found myself not being able to choose because there were so many. Ethan's declaration remained on top of course.

I alternate between watching the movie and letting my thoughts wander toward him. When I receive a notification and check out my phone to see that Ethan sent me a message, I squeal like a high school girl with a newfound crush.

Embarrassing I know...

As we keep texting I find myself accidentally inviting Ethan to my bedroom to watch the movie with me. Okay, maybe it wasn't that "accidental" but let me just pretend that it was.

Ethan tells me that he'll be there in five and I jump off my bed to look at what I'm wearing. I take off the blasé shirt with paw prints and shuffle through the closet until I find a white satin top with thin straps. I put it on instead and decide to leave my pink cotton mini shorts on since they're already sexy enough. They accentuate the curves of my ass and also the triangle shape between my legs.

Oh God! What am I doing?

The sudden realization that I'm trying to seduce Ethan hits me with a wave of panic. Before I chicken out and text him that he doesn't have to come anymore, I call the only person who can help me get my shit together in less than five minutes.

Keisha answers the phone after the fourth ringing. She's noticeably out of breath and I detect a hint of frustration when she speaks to me.

"Nora babe, I love you but you have three seconds to convince me that it's urgent." Keisha yelps and then I detect a masculine voice in the background. "I'm kind of in the middle of something," she adds.

"Oh, I bet you are." I could tease her more about this but I want a quick answer before Ethan comes knocking at my door. "I want some tips about how to suck dick for beginners."

The pause on the other line is long enough for me to start wondering if Keisha has hung up on me but just when I'm about to ask if she's there, my best friend lets out a shrill sound that has me convinced she was an eagle in a previous life.

"Holy fuck! Are you planning to go downtown with Ethan?"

A mortified groan escapes me at the idea that Kadrick probably heard her.

"Keisha, lower your voice please!" I whisper-yell embarrassed. "And yes I think I wanna do that but I don't want to admit to him that it's my first time doing it so..."

"Girl I got you! Hold on a second let me get somewhere quiet."

I hear some shuffling as Keisha probably leaves the room where Kadrick is to get more privacy to talk with me.

During my previous relationship, even if Carl and I got physical we never tried oral sex. He was my first boyfriend and at that time I felt uncomfortable about the idea of having a penis inside of my mouth. He never openly admitted it but I know Carl was upset about my reticence. That's probably the reason why he never tried to go down on me either but I didn't mind because I wasn't too inclined to open my vagina in front of his face.

Keisha often told me that I would eventually get over this extreme shyness. I guess the day has come.

"You're there?" she asks a few seconds later.

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"Before I begin do you know how big is he?"

"Of course not!"

My best friend lets out a pensive "hmm" like she's reviewing her wise knowledge repertory about 'dick sucking' before she finally begins this impromptu crash course.

"Okay, let's cover the basics then. You're going to start by giving him a handjob to get him hard enough but while you're at it, you need to get his dick wet, the more slippery it is the less work your jaw will have to do when he slides inside."

Hum. My brain has left the chat.

I ask in a tiny voice, "How am I supposed to get his dick wet if I'm just giving him a handjob?"

"Girl, use your saliva," Keisha answers as if it's the most obvious thing to do.

"You want me to spit on his dick?!"

"This is part of the foreplay babe. Trust me he's not going to complain."

"Fine. What's next?"

"Don't try to swallow his whole stick at once," Keisha instructs, "Especially if his size is more than average. Take him in gradually and continue to use your hand if you're lucky enough to have more sausage left."

"Stick, sausage, you got any more 'Sword in store?" I ask amused.

"Baby I got an entire thesaurus inside my mind about dick anatomy but I gotta go before Kadrick dies of impatience. My last piece of advice is to play with his balls. I know they aren't very aesthetic but girl, he will get incoherent the moment you start caring for his precious jewels."

I cannot believe I'm discussing Ethan's balls with my best friend.

"Thanks, Kish. I'll do my best I guess."

"Don't stress baby girl. I'm so proud of you, you're gonna be eating your first dick."

Oh my God!

"Bye Keisha."

I hang up at the same time that I receive a new message from Ethan.

Can you open it for me, please? I don't want to make noise by knocking.

A ball of nerves begins to roll inside my belly as I walk to the door, my hand reaches for the knob but I'm still not ready to turn it.

Stay calm Norabel. There's no need to be a chicken.

I can't believe that despite the fact this man had his fingers inside my vagina earlier tonight I'm now stressing out about letting him inside my bedroom.

My phone vibrates when another message from Ethan pops on the screen.

Did you fall asleep?

He inserts the emoji of the face who's close to tears and I find myself smiling. Some of my nerves dissipate. I quickly type a reply.

I know this is going to sound weird but I'm NERVOUS.

His answer is almost immediate.

I can still go back to my room sweetheart it's not a big deal I promise.

Ugh! Could this man get any more perfect?

I start to panic that he might already be walking away so I open the door before I have a chance to overthink my decision.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him dressed casually in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Such a simple look should not have the power to spread that much warmth through the middle of the thighs.

"Hey," he whispers in the dark as he leans against the door frame.

I am suddenly weak in my knees. Those biceps of his are flexing, determined to make me lose control but I've decided that for the second part of this night, I am going to be the one to make Ethan unravel.

"Hey," I answer in the same hushed tone as his. "Come in."

I step aside to let him enter the room then close the door behind him.

Before there's a chance for the atmosphere to get awkward between us, he speaks first with his attention trained on the movie still playing on my laptop screen.

"Five Feet Apart?" He asks with genuine surprise. "That's an interesting choice of movie for someone who claims to hate tragic love stories," he turns to face with a triumphant expression.

I mentally slap myself for not anticipating that he was going to use this against me. Watching a movie about two teenagers, diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, who fall in love in a hospital and can't even stand too close to each other is the epitome of romantic desperation.

"In my defense, it was Keisha who forced the book on me. Then I had to see if the movie adaption did it justice."

I can see from his smug face that he's not buying my bluff.

"Why do I feel like you cry every single time you rewatch it?"

"That's not true."

"Great, should we test this theory then?"

Shit. I shoot myself in the feet with that one.

I've never been one to forfeit a good challenge so I make the not so wise decision to prove him wrong.

We both get on my bed and snuggle against each other as if we've done it a thousand times before. I rewind the movie from the beginning before I hit play.

"First one who tears up has to reveal an embarrassing secret about themselves," Ethan says.

"Are you telling me there's a chance you might cry?"

His expression is all confidence when he looks down on me.

"Don't set your expectations too high sweetheart."

Every cell of my body melts as I transform into a puddle of goo.

Ethan calling me 'sweetheart' might be my new favorite thing and I hope he never stops.

***

By the time we're halfway through the movie Ethan and I have started our own little game that consists of pointing out every single fault about the two protagonists. So far we've found twenty-two faults but we made up most of them simply to distract ourselves whenever sad scenes happen like that part in the meditation room where Will confronts Stella about her sister's death. The guilt that Stella feels because she's still alive whereas her healthy sister died unexpectedly always makes me emotional.

I feel my throat tightens but I know Ethan is watching me closely, waiting for the tears to fall so instead of giving into my emotions I hurry up and try to come up with a fault.

"Will deserves a fault for always bringing up that they're going to die."

I expect Ethan to agree because so far our opinions have matched about the faults we've found but this time he surprises me with his answer.

"I think he's being realistic. Having a positive mindset is great but when you have a life-threatening sickness you can't afford to be delusional. No matter how hard you try."

He says this in such a serious tone that I decipher the heartfelt conviction behind his words. I realize at that moment that he might not be talking about the movie.

The conversation I had yesterday with Jasmine suddenly comes to mind. An uncomfortable lump lodges itself in my throat at the memory of her motherly concern about Ethan.

This might be the most convenient opportunity to address his sickness that we've never talked about before. As we continue to watch the movie, I try to appear casual as I use Will and Stella to get Ethan to open up about himself.

"Being realistic and having hope aren't mutually exclusive," I say tentatively. "I think Stella wants Will to understand that their sickness doesn't have to define what their limits are as humans."

Ethan remains quiet for a while and at some point, I wonder if he's missed what I said but when I look up to him I see the tortured look on his face. When he meets my stare I feel painful claws digging inside of my chest when I spot the dark clouds in his gaze.

"I did something selfish tonight," he admits with shame. "At first I didn't plan to confess how I feel about you but I had to face the reality that if I kept on waiting for the perfect timing, I could waste precious time. It crossed my mind that my heart could decide to fail me at any time then I'd die and wake up in the afterlife to realize that I've never told you how deeply you've enchanted me. I couldn't allow myself to bear that regret for eternity."

My breath comes to a halt as he cradles my face between his palms, his eyes bright and his soul laid bare before me. I don't know how I manage to find my voice but I still find enough strength to ask, "Why do you think it's selfish that you confessed to me?"

"Because I shouldn't have the privilege of saying that I love you if I'm not even able to prove it to you every single day of your lifetime, and my heart condition might not let this happen."

"Is it that bad?"

He takes a deep breath before he reveals what he's been trying to avoid this entire week.

"I got diagnosed last month with Atrial Fibrillation. It's an anomaly that affects the rhythm of my heart. My cardiologist warned me that if my medication wasn't working after a certain period I would need to have an open heart surgery."

We're not watching the movie anymore even if our eyes are back on the screen. The voices of the actors have become background noise to our conversation that has taken a turn that I didn't expect.

"I suppose it's not the kind of operation you can get here?"

"It's not," Ethan confirms. "I would need to travel abroad."

I remain silent for a while, trying to digest everything he just told me before I ask the next crucial question.

"How much do you have left to get that surgery done from that time frame your doctor gave you?"

"It's well past midnight right?" he inquires.

"Yes."

"Then now I have seventeen days left to decide on getting surgery. My doctor has to make arrangements to put me on a list of incoming patients with a hospital in Canada that has a program for foreigners from underdeveloped countries who need surgical interventions. After that deadline, every day that passes puts me even more at risk of heart failure or a stroke."

My stomach drops.

"Ethan that's close."

"I'm aware of that, yes."

"You should have already left to get that surgery."

He looks at me amused with a quirked eyebrow.

"That's not exactly cheap Norabel."

I try to appear stern as I tell him, "You need to tell your mother about this."

Truth is I'm worried sick and I want to cry right now.

"Why are we talking about such depressing things when we could be doing some more interesting activities?"

His fingers trail under my top as he says this and I feel an unexpected shiver run along my skin.

"You're trying to distract me," I reprimand but it comes out sounding more like a squeak.

"Is it working?"

"We were having a serious conversation," I try miserably as his palm reaches one of my naked breasts.

"You can still talk while I get busy with more fun things."

He lowers his face to press his mouth against my neck, kissing the soft skin as his thumb and forefinger apply a sudden pressure on my nipple.

I drew in a sharp breath, biting my lips to avoid letting out an embarrassing noise.

"Why are you so quiet sweetheart?" he muses. "I thought you wanted to talk about my possible death?"

"You can't say stuff like that while touching me," I wine.

My eyes are closed now as I let Ethan continue his little game. He chuckles darkly against my neck and pinches my nipple harder this time.

"Ethan!"

My desperate moan would be mortifying if I didn't get my thoughts directed elsewhere. Ethan shifts his position, placing his body on top of mine. I open my eyes to find our faces now perfectly aligned. He looks at me like I'm the only flicker of light in a long and dark tunnel.

"I want to try something," he says. "But you're gonna have to keep quiet. Can you do that?"

"I'll be quiet," I promise as my heartbeat resonates inside my chest like a drum roll.

"That's a good girl."

He leans down to kiss me with a hunger that matches the desire sparkling at the deepest of my core.

Ethan pushes down his pelvis against mine lodging his erection right between my legs where I'm hot and needy underneath my mini shorts. I whimper against his lips as my fingers hold on tight to the sides of his shirt.

He moves slowly at first, thrusting his hips against my burning center to create a delicious friction that makes my core clench with need. Even with all those layers of clothes covering our private parts, every time his hard dick pounds against my pussy I feel myself burning in all the right places. The mattress dips under the weight of his assault the more forceful he becomes and my legs open wider wanting him impossibly close because this will never be enough.

"Ethan, please" I manage a frustrated plea when we finally break apart from our kiss.

"Look at you begging for the second time tonight," He growls with an evil smile that does nothing but makes me want him even more.

My mind clouded with lust can only think about one thing.

"I want to feel you closer," I pant tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. "Take this off."

Ethan lets out a groan before his forehead leans on top of mine.

"I'm trying to be reasonable Norabel. You're not making this easy for me right now."

"You're wearing a boxer under right?"

"Yes but-"

"Then take this off. Now."

He seems to debate it for a few seconds but gives up and briefly sits up to take off his sweats. He's still wearing his shirt and there's something oddly erotic about the fact he's normally dressed on top but further down, his muscular thighs are clad in black Calvin Klein boxers, the enormous bulge of his erection stretching the thin fabric.

I'm feeling hot in places of my body I wasn't even aware existed up until now.

"Like what you see sweetheart?"

"I would like it better on top of me."

"If I'm taking off my pants, your top needs to go," Ethan orders.

I think he expects me to argue but I hurriedly sit up and take off the piece of clothing to toss it somewhere on the floor.

My bouncy tits are now exposed to Ethan's famished gaze. He gestures for me to lie back and I obey. His huge frame covers mine once again, a devious smirk on his face and I greedily open my legs to receive him home.

"Remember to stay quiet," he reminds me.

I think about giving a sassy reply but without warning, he gives one hard thrust against my pussy. His stiff dick slaps hard against my tender folds in merciless assaults that he keeps coming one after the other.

"Fuck, Ethan..."

"I said quiet sweetheart," he orders before his mouth covers a naked boob, his wet tongue lapping at my hard nipple. His other hand gives equal attention to its twin and soon I become a withering mess completely at his mercy.

My senses are being pulled in too many directions at once and I can't focus on a single sensation between the delicious torture of this tongue, the maddening twist of his fingers, and the thundering rock of his hips in the warmth of my legs.

A cry begins to build inside my throat but before it leaves me Ethan's hand flies fast above my mouth to shut me up. He keeps his palm firmly pressed there and when he lifts his head, his dark glare meets my eyes.

"Looks like you don't know how to listen after all."

He takes his hips off mine and my head shakes violently in protestation.

He can't fucking do this to me, turn me into a panting mess, and stop when it's about to get good. All my guttural cries are lost against his palm. My nails claw at his shirt in response but he seems more entertained than anything at my vain attempts to get him to bring his erection back against my throbbing wet pussy.

"I know what you need," he says.

His other hand slides down my belly and my eyes close in anticipation of what he's about to do. But just when his fingers are about to slide under my shorts he takes his hand off and my eyes open.

What the fuck is he doing?!

He laughs at my furious expression.

"I just got a better idea," Ethan says. "If it makes you feel better I'm also suffering from teasing you like that so you're not alone in this."

I groan a "fuck you" that gets lost under his hand but he seems to get it because he winks back at me. His other free hand reaches for his boxers and my eyes grow big when I'm starting to understand where this is going.

"If I do something you don't like, snap your fingers okay?"

I nod but at this point, he could do anything to me because Norabel is gone and the horny monster has now completely taken over.

Ethan tugs at his boxers until he sets his dick free and oh shit I cannot breathe.

"We both know that I'm not going to fuck you tonight," Ethan's voice drips like honey. "But you can still have a taste. That's okay?"

I nod.

Yes, please. Right now before I pass out!

He fists his wide girth and guides it between my legs, the tip of his dick sliding slowly above my pussy. My mini shorts are the only thing between us now and it's both frustrating and exhilarating at the same time. The repetitive friction against my sensitive clit is enough to drive me mad.

I think I'm going to die tonight.

The jerking movement of his hips becomes increasingly more erratic. Ethan's self-control seems about ready to snap and my toes curl as a guttural noise erupts from me when his fingers intrude under my shorts to slide between my wet lips easily, he rolls my clit in rapid controlled motions.

I can't take this.

"Such a wet fucking mess," he muses rubbing my clit over and over again. Scathing lava flows through my veins as my back arches above the mattress.

"Do you want this again?" Ethan asks amused.

I nod.

"I can't hear you," He chuckles when I stab him with my eyes.

At last, he finally takes his hand off my mouth allowing me to give him a piece of my mind.

"If you're not going to give me what I want you might as well get out of here."

He laughs without shame like the handsome devil that he is.

"Bossy. I like it when you get so demanding."

"What's it gonna be?" I ask. Electricity crackles in the air. We hold a staring contest and I try to appear calm. I'm anything but calm.

"I'm gonna eat that pussy now," Ethan announces and my pulse goes wild. "Are you okay with that?"

I wait for that familiar feeling of self-consciousness to take over me but having Ethan looking at me like his most prized possession enlightens me about the fact that oral sex didn't appeal to me before because I never shared such a powerful chemistry with someone else.

"I am," I answer.

When Ethan tugs at my shorts with a question in his eyes I lift my hips to allow him to undress me. He slides the garment off my legs in one swift pull then throws it above his shoulder.

I'm now totally naked in front of him every nerve of my body stands on alert. Out of reflex, my thighs press against each other maybe in a futile attempt to try to hide from him. But Ethan doesn't leave me the time to be feeling self-conscious.

"Knees up Norabel," He orders and I obey.

Hunger flares in his gaze as he looks down at my exposed center. He lowers himself between my legs, both hands secured on my ass cheeks and his face right above my pussy. All the muscles of my belly contract in anticipation. I don't think there's a single cell in my entire body that doesn't crave to feel Ethan right now. It's becoming a disease for which I have no intention of finding a cure.

He rains feather-light kisses on my apex before sliding further down. When his tongue comes out to play with my clit, my fists ball against the sheets as I grind my teeth when a tortured moan slips from my mouth.

"Is it okay if I move?" I ask.

Not wanting to leave my pussy Ethan gently taps my ass in agreement and it's all the sign I needed to go berserk.

I'm too far gone now to care about what's proper anymore. I ride his face in frantic thrusts, selfishly seeking my pleasure without worrying if Ethan can breathe down there. He unleashed an insatiable beast inside of me that won't rest until it's satisfied.

Ethan takes each of my thrusts submissively letting me in charge of this erotic thunderstorm we're both trapped in. My eyes slide shut when my climax builds and a single name leaves my lips in a chant of adoration.

"Ethan... Ethan... Ethan!"

The last coherent thought I have is to bring a pillow over my face to prevent my scream from resonating throughout the room when my orgasm explodes on Ethan's tongue in hot bursts leaving my thighs shaking as my chest heaves from my ragged breath.

When I finally come down to my sense, I find Ethan pumping the length of his erection until his release spills out in thick white cum over his wrist and his thigh.

I lift my gaze to find Ethan staring at me.

"Enjoying the show?"

Maybe it's because my brain has fried from the intense orgasm that I just experienced that I find myself saying, "I was supposed to suck that dick."

I laugh when his face turns flabbergasted ten he cracks a tiny smile.

"We'll have to put this on our next to-do list," he promises with fire in his tone. "I sincerely apologize for boycotting such a brilliant idea."

We both crack up at the same time.

It becomes apparent to me that I might have been incredibly stupid when I was planning to exchange a simple kiss with Ethan before we continued to be platonic friends.

Things have escalated way beyond anything I could've possibly imagined in my wildest fantasies. I should be scared of how intense our interactions have become in such a short period but the truth is I find this new dynamic between Ethan and me more exciting than frightening.

We're going to unravel together and I'll enjoy every single second until we crash and burn as we consume each other.

***Chapter End Notes***

"Princess one day and my queen today. Yes, the way I read it in your heart..." Song: Lanmou Etewnel by Victor O released in 2019.

A/N: Six Thousand words!!! I broke my record. I was thinking about writing a bonus chapter about Keisha and Kadrick centered only on the night at Kole Sere and what happened during those times they disappeared together... How do y'all feel about that???