“Anna, sweetheart! I can’t believe you’re finally here!” My best friend, Bella, was giving me a hug. She squealed as she held me, her spiky heels clicking on the marble floor. After the chaos of packing and saying goodbye to my family, it was nice to get that warm welcome.
“Everybody, this is Anna Thompson, my girl!” Bella introduced to me the movers and condo staff.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” the burly moving guy said, his voice like gravel.
“Thank you, John,” I replied, reading his name tag. “I appreciate the help today.”
One by one, I shook hands with the people who were instrumental in getting me to my new home.
Bella looked around, an approving smile on her face. “You’re going to love it here, Anna. With that view and those neighbors, you’re living the dream!”
The luxurious apartment was still a maze to me as I walked toward the window.
The evening breeze caressed my face as I opened the glass doors leading to my balcony. I sighed while enjoying the twinkling lights from the metropolitan skyline below. The city was pulsating with life, and I felt alive too.
Bella cleared her throat, “Earth to Anna! Are you even listening?” She snorted playfully.
“Oh, sorry,” I sheepishly responded, turning towards her. “My mind was wandering around.”
Bella smirked, arching an eyebrow. “Uh-huh, I bet it was. Who were you imagining when you looked at the skyline? Ethan or James?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me, her grin playful—teasing me about the two neighbors I had mentioned to her before, Ethan Miller and James Parker. “There’s no way you can resist those hunks for too long!”
“Bella, stop it!” I blushed, lightly smacking her arm. “I haven’t met them properly yet. It’s too soon to think about getting involved with someone!”
“Yeah, sure,” Bella rolled her eyes dramatically. “Tell that to your blushing cheeks!”
I huffed in resignation, realizing I couldn’t win against her this time. “Let me get settled in and then I’ll meet them properly. Besides, I’m here to enjoy my newfound independence.”
“Sweetie, I’m sure you’ll have all the independence you want when you ignore the likes of Ethan and James.” Bella chortled.
“Fine, I’ll back off, for now. Just remember, you have to live your life too!” She grinned mischievously and started tidying up the stack of moving boxes left unopened.
Later that evening, I had changed into my comfortable pajamas, and Bella and I sat down on the plush couch, flipping through the channels on TV, trying to find something worth watching.
A knock on the door interrupted our laughter.
I looked at the door, surprised. “Who could that be?” I wondered out loud.
Bella stood up with a mischievous look in her eyes. “I think I have a pretty good idea!” she murmured.
I shot her a warning glance, hoping she wouldn’t embarrass me further. I stood and walked toward the door, noticing the small peephole. I took a peek, and my pulse quickened as I recognized the figure on the other side—Ethan Miller.
I hadn’t officially met Ethan prior to Bella’s visits, but our paths had crossed a few times—our shared glances, the nodding hellos, and one rather unforgettable afternoon when we almost collided while taking out the trash.
I unlocked the door, opening it wide. Ethan suddenly seemed taller, his green eyes piercing, standing there in a fitted, button-down shirt and slacks.
“Hi, Anna,” he greeted, voice silkier than I had imagined. “I wanted to stop by and introduce myself officially. I’m Ethan Miller,” he extended his hand towards me, flashing a disarming smile that could melt an iceberg. I hesitated for a split second but then regained my composure, placing my hand in his.
“Hi, I’m Anna Thompson, your new neighbor,” I said, a little too nervously.
He chuckled, “Yes, I guessed that much! May I come in?”
“Oh, um, yes! I’m sorry.” I stepped aside, embarrassed.
“Come on in, please do.”
Ethan stepped into the living area, looking around at the minimalist decor.
“Nice place, Anna,” Ethan murmured, admiring the orchids I had arranged on the sleek coffee table.
“Thank you, Ethan, I just moved in today,” I confessed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Bella, who had been quietly observing the exchange, now decided to chime in.
“Ethan, what a nice surprise! I’m Bella, Anna’s best friend.” She smiled warmly, extending her hand towards him.
“Bella, it’s nice to finally meet you,” Ethan responded, shaking her hand firmly. “I hope we’ll get along well in this building.”
Bella replied with a teasing wink, “Oh, I’m sure we will, Ethan!”
I shot Bella a disapproving look, silently warning her to behave.
“Nice to meet you, Bella. I agree, Anna’s place is amazing,” Ethan offered.
“It has a fantastic view, as you can see.”
Bella glanced at me, raising her eyebrows, and I knew she was dying for me to take the bait and invite him to stay for a drink. I hesitated, still somewhat disoriented by his sudden appearance and the potent effect of his charm.
Heat rose to my cheeks as I imagined what it would be like to be alone with him in this luxurious apartment, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. I knew Bella was pushing me to do this, but I couldn’t help myself.
I was drawn to Ethan like a moth to a flame. I swallowed hard and managed to utter a way-too-eager “Would you like to join us for a drink, Ethan?”
Bella hid her grin from me, pouring three glasses of wine, before handing them around. We clinked glasses, making small talk, but my eyes kept returning to Ethan’s mesmerizing gaze. The tension between us was palpable.
Ethan leaned in closer, lowering his voice, “Anna, I was hoping for a tour. I want to see what else could possibly top this view.”
My breath caught in my throat, my heart beating in overdrive at the intensity of his gaze. “Sure,” I whispered, barely able to contain myself. “Follow me.”
Bella gave me a knowing grin, nodding at me as we left our wineglasses behind, making our way to the bedroom.
I turned to face him, our eyes locked, as I pushed the door open, revealing the cavernous room before us.
The flickering light of the cityscape illuminated the sprawling bedroom, setting a sultry, romantic scene.
Ethan stepped closer, closing the distance between us in one swift motion. A low moan escaped my parted lips as he backed me against the wall. His hands found my hips, pulling me closer, teasing me. My heart pounded in my chest as his lips brushed against my neck, trailing a line of kisses and soft nips.
I gasped as his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tightly and eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.
My body trembled with anticipation as he pinned me to the wall, his presence both commanding and possessive. Our eyes locked for a brief moment, and I saw a flash of desire so intense, it made my toes curl.
With a flick of his fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my heaving chest to the cool apartment air. I shivered, but not from the chill; it was the delicious promise of what was to come that lit a fire in my core. The second he pressed his lips to my bare skin, I nearly came undone.
He teased my nipples through the silk fabric of my bra, drawing a greedy whimper from my throat. I was soaked, and the pulsing ache between my thighs begged for sweet relief.
“Fuck, Anna,” he growled, his ravenous gaze capturing mine, “You feel incredible.”
My nails sank into his shoulders as his mouth enveloped my aching flesh. Summoning every ounce of my willpower, I ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying.
My hands roamed over his tanned, toned torso, tracing the contours of his defined abs. I craved more, each shallow gasp urging him on.
Ethan moved with deadly precision, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His free hand dipped between our bodies, teasing the hem of my shorts. I squirmed, anticipation pooling, sharply aware of my underwear growing damp with every touch.
“Beg me, Anna,” Ethan demanded, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.
I shivered, my breath hitching in delicious anticipation. I couldn’t bear the wait any longer.
“Ethan, I want you inside me,” I pleaded.
He let out a husky chuckle against my neck.
“Begging won’t get you what you want faster.”
Grinning, I sank my teeth into his shoulder, savoring the taste of his skin.
“Fuck, me now,” I demanded.
I needed him. The ache between my legs was almost painful, and I knew only Ethan could ease it.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, releasing my wrists. I almost missed the feel of his touch before his hands returned, lifting my legs around his waist.
We kissed as if we were drowning in each other, starved, frenzied. Tongues collided, breaths mingled, and fingers grasped. My legs tightened around him as he rubbed himself against me, teasing me unmercifully.
While our lips never parted, his hand descended toward the scorching ache I’d been desperate to assuage. A soft gasp left my lips as his finger breached my panties, parting my folds expertly, grinding against me, unhurried.
I was wet, ready, and eager for him. But Ethan would make me beg for release.
“Please,” I cried, pulling away slightly.
Fingers trembling in desperation, I tore at his belt and buttons until, finally, I freed him. Ethan’s thickness pulsed, heavy-laden and aggressive, the slick head drawing a hungry moan from the confines of my throat.
He entered me, one slow, agonizing inch at a time, filling me beyond any capacity I previously imagined. My muscles stretched around him, the fragile barrier of my sanity splintering beneath the sheer force of pleasure.
Each powerful thrust sent waves of white-hot bliss caroming across my synapses, all thoughts dissolving into the darkness like sugar in water. He set a breakneck rhythm that had me writhing and keening for more, our bodies slicked with sweat as moans spilled into the air around us. He hooked his arm beneath my knee, opening me wider for his assault, burying himself deeper than I thought possible.
“Oh, God, Ethan. Don’t stop,” I choked out, nails digging into his shoulders.
Ethan obliged, pounding into me like a jackhammer, sending shockwaves of raw pleasure radiating from my core. I was a slave to the raw passion that consumed us, my body moving in perfect sync with his.
My eyes rolled back, my orgasm building higher. I screamed out his name, the sound stolen by the pounding music from across the hall. Ethan’s thrusts became erratic, his muscles straining, sweat dripping onto my naked flesh.
“I’m going to come,” he growled, finally.
Those three words pushed me over the edge.
“Ethan!” I screamed, my back arching off the bed. The explosion of pleasure rocked through me, muscles spasming as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed down on my trembling body. My vision blurred, and my ears rang, drowning out the chaos beyond our sanctuary.
Breathless and spent, I collapsed against the bed, limbs shaking, my consciousness slipping away. Ethan followed me down, his words a loving whisper against my ear.
“Fuck, I’m not done with you yet.”
His hand snaked its way down my body, tracing a path of fire in its wake. When he found my aching core, still pulsing from the intense orgasm, he teased my sensitive clit, sending another wave of pleasure rippling through me.
“You’re still so wet,” he groaned, slipping a finger inside me and curling it in a way that made my back arch off the bed.
I whimpered, the sensation almost too much. But I wanted more.
I couldn’t get enough of Ethan’s body, of his touch, of the exquisite sensations he awakened in me.
“Ethan,” I panted, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t stop. I want you again.”
He grinned wickedly and didn’t waste a moment. He trailed wet kisses down my neck and chest, lavishing attention on my nipples. My core clenched as desire billowed in my core once more.
His lips wrapped around the rosy peak, sucking hard and fast, heightening the hurricane of bliss twisting through my core.
“Ethan, I—ah!”
His fingers slid inside me, modern pistons driving relentlessly, manipulating my release with maddening efficiency. Thighs quivered, and eyes squeezed shut, blindly trusting that Ethan would deliver on his promise.
“Yes, God, yes. I’m going to come. God, Ethan!” I screamed, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.
Ethan didn’t let up, continuing his relentless thrusts as he chased his own release. His muscles tensed, and he groaned loudly, emptying himself inside me. We lay there, panting and sweating, our bodies intertwined as the sounds of our heavy breathing filled the air.
Minutes passed before either of us could speak.
“Holy shit, Anna,” Ethan breathed, propping himself up on his elbow. “That was… intense.”
I couldn’t contain the satisfied grin spreading across my face, the warmth of his breath against my cheek causing a shiver to run down my spine.
As the post-coital bliss settled around us, Ethan leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. His gaze locked onto mine, holding me captive in a sea of green. The intensity radiating off of him was palpable.
His shoulders were tensed, the veins bulging as he gripped me tighter. I could feel every inch of him, still deliciously inside me. Our lips met hungrily, but it wasn’t enough. We yearned for more, craved a carnal connection fueled by lust and desire.
Ethan pulled out, leaving me empty, but only for a short moment. I had to stifle a whimper as he trailed kisses down my body, past the valley between my breasts, stopping at my navel, which quivered under his lips.
Ethan’s tongue delved in and out, tickling me, before resuming its journey downwards.
He drew the waistband of my shorts lower, following it with his lips, and my hips arched off the bed in anticipation. My underwear matched the shorts – a pale lilac lace that left little to the imagination. Ethan continued suggestions of kisses along the crease where my thighs met my hips, but that devilish tongue of his would always retreat whenever it neared the center of my desire.
“Please, Ethan…” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. My hips twitched, seeking any form of contact to alleviate the burning need deep inside me.
As if hearing my desperate plea, Ethan’s lips connected with the lace fabric of my underwear, his teeth gently nipping at my throbbing bundle of nerves. With a swift tug, he pulled the delicate lace to the side, his mouth now directly on my slick folds.
A guttural moan escaped me as his tongue explored my eager sex.
He traced my folds with precise, deliberate strokes, driving me wild with passion. His hands gripped my thighs, squeezing them firmly as he delved deeper, swirling his tongue with expertise. Electric ecstasy surged through me. My mind blanked as weakness washed over me, my vision blurring from the intensity.
An unintelligible sound of desperation tore from my throat as he tongue-fucked me. Ethan’s ferocity increased, devouring me completely—tasting, savoring.
I called out to him, barely recognizing the sounds coming from my mouth, unintelligible cries echoing through the lavish apartment.
With a final flick of his tongue, he sent me spiraling into another world. A world of euphoria, of mind-numbing pleasure that consumed my every thought. My body shuddered, shattered, and rebuilt itself from the ground up with every relentless wave of release.
As I slowly drifted back to reality, Ethan crawled back up to me, resting his head on my chest.
We lay there in each other’s arms, lost in the serenity of our shared experience.
I couldn’t help but notice how the night had dramatically transformed the way I perceived Ethan. Now that I had experienced a piece of his soul, he felt less like the charming enigma he had initially presented himself to be, and more like the missing piece of my own puzzle.
Suddenly, Bella’s voice floated from the living room.
“Anna, are you okay? I thought I heard something.”
Caught up in the heat of the moment, I had forgotten all about Bella’s presence. I pulled away from Ethan, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover my nakedness.
“I’m fine, Bella. Everything’s okay,” I called back, my voice shaking.
Ethan shot me a wry smile. “Looks like the party’s over.”
I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment.
Ethan seemed just as reluctant as he pulled himself off the bed, gathering his clothes in haste.
He leaned in to give me a lingering, passionate kiss. “You’re incredible,” he whispered in my ear. “We’ll continue this later, I promise.”
I smiled, grasping for any scrap of comfort he offered. Heat crept up my cheeks as I remembered Bella was waiting for us just outside the bedroom door.
Ethan left the room, pulling his shirt on as he went.
