Page 9 of Defining Moments

Ethan led me down the hallway to the room at the far end, guiding me inside. “This is the room I’ve been staying in,” he said, leading me inside.

I nodded, scanning the room. “Is this a regular thing for you?” I joked, genuinely curious about the enigmatic American holidaying in Ireland.

“Is what a regular thing?” he asked innocently. “Meet a random girl I picked up during Ubering, make a point to go to the pub next to her hostel just to try and catch a glimpse of her, bet her into getting a tattoo of my phone number and then bring her back to my Airbnb?” he quipped.

I laughed a little too hard though my cheeks were flushed. “Yes, that.”

He smirked, his confidence in full effect as he walked my way slowly. “No, Sasha. This isn’t a regular thing for me. And if you’re asking about whether I’ve brought any other women back here, I haven’t slept with anyone in over nine months.” He stated firmly, his eyes locked on mine with an intense stare.

I nodded, shocked at this revelation.

Ethan closed the distance between us, emanating heat as he seized my arms and pulled me close, sweeping my auburn curls to the back of my neck.

“Your skin is so soft and smooth,” he whispered, lowering his lips to kiss my neck, gradually moving toward my breasts. I reached for his face, tilting it up to meet his gaze, then gently pressed my lips to his again. This time our kiss didn’t end as our tongues intertwined, deepening, and spreading heat throughout my body.

The reasons behind Ethan’s holiday in Ireland and why I was the first girl he’d brought back remained unknown. Yet, a poignant sense of sadness and loneliness seemed to emanate from him, mingled with a passion I had not encountered before. Coupled with the sadness I carried around, it felt comfortable being in this moment with him. I could tell we were both here, finding comfort in each other for a night while we were on our separate journeys of healing.

As we continued to kiss, Ethan effortlessly lifted me, his strong arms carrying me to his bed and laying me on my back.

Working slowly and methodically, he reached for my tank top, lifting it over my head. My breasts sprung free; nipples still hard from his caressing in the van.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He spoke staring down at me.

He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and off his body. He then turned to unbuckle his jeans while I kicked mine off as well.

Laying on the bed in just my panties I looked up at him. He was huge, I could see the bulge of his thick, erect cock pressed against his briefs, desperate to be released by my hands. His six-pack seemed to go on for miles, and the deep Vs that pointed towards what I eagerly wanted to see, looked like the perfect handle bars for me to hold on to as he pushed inside of me.

“You first.” I whispered. He nodded, hooking his finger into his boxers and sliding them down, freeing himself as his cock shot up, slapping against his chest like a high-five. The sound echoed through the room.

I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips. He was, undoubtedly, the biggest I'd seen on my international tour.

His knees pressed on the bed as he knelt over my body, fingers hooked under my panties as he quickly removed them in a swift sweep.

His fingers gently began touching my body, slipping between my legs and inside me as he slowly stroked the most sensitive parts of me.

“You’re so wet already.” He whispered against my mouth as I wound my fingers through his sandy hair, trying to get more of his mouth.

He slowly inched a second finger inside, while using his thumb to press gentle circles on my swollen clit. I moaned against his kiss in return. The feeling sending electric ripples throughout my body as he pumped into me.

Ethan sat up suddenly with a look of concern on his face as he removed his fingers.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is embarrassing...” his voice trailed off. “Look I already told you it's been nine months since I had sex. Seeing how turned on you are is about to make me finish without ever being inside you.”

I couldn’t help the smile that escaped my face. “It’s ok,” I responded. “There’s plenty of night for us to enjoy ourselves.”

He nodded, reaching for his wallet to pull out a condom and sheath himself. Just watching the way he grasped his cock outright had me soaking wet. I needed that inside me, now.

Slowly, he lined himself up at my entry and pushed in. The thickness of his cock filled every part of me full as he froze for a moment, allowing my body to adjust to his full width then eased out a bit before planting himself firmly again to the root. My skin prickled and I squirmed underneath him.

I looked up in his eyes, his gaze so intense, so needing. There was something different from him from the other men I’d spent nights with on my journey. Something intense. Something broken. Something passionate. He wanted to enjoy this more than just a quick chance to get off and I could tell it frustrated him that he knew he was going to come fast. If I wasn’t so turned on in the moment, the intensity and vulnerability of his emotions might have terrified me.

“This. Feels. Too. Good.” He said punctuating each word with a slow thrust as his eyes closed and he began to rock his hips slowly picking up the pace.

He wasn’t wrong, things did move quickly. Ethan pushed into me at a desperate speed, his fingers performing circles on my clitoris, setting me up like a timebomb to explode. I felt my orgasm build, willing him silently not to come first and leave me cold.

“Sasha…” he groaned, pushing in and out of me with urgency, “I’m going to come.”

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