UNTIL I MET HER

CHAPTER TEN

The next day, Bethany woke up feeling refreshed. She got ready for the day, slipping into a peach bodycon fitted gown and a jean jacket. Just as she was about to head out, someone knocked on the door. Will, who was nearby, went to answer it.
"Hey," Will said, opening the door to reveal a stranger.
"Hey," the stranger replied. "I'm Ethan, Bethany's boyfriend."
Will's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Boyfriend? Come in."
Ethan entered and made himself at home, sitting down in the living room. "You look like you just came back from a journey," he observed.
Will nodded. "Yeah, my company had a meeting with ES company."
Ethan's interest was piqued. "Interesting. Did you meet the owner?"
Will shook his head. "He wasn't at the meeting. He hasn't been to any meetings for a year now."
Ethan's curiosity got the better of him. "Why?"
Will's expression turned guarded. "I believe that's not your business."
Just then, Bethany emerged from her room, overhearing Ethan's voice. She pretended to lose her balance, letting out a dramatic "Ah" as she stumbled.
Will was about to go help her but Ethan beat him to it, stopping him from assisting Bethany. The scene was set for a tense confrontation.
Ethan climbed the stairs, his eyes locking onto Bethany as he reached the top. "Don't tell me your legs are still hurting from the little massage I gave you last night," he teased, his voice low and husky.
Bethany's hand moved to the back of her hair, her eyes flashing with irritation. "I was just telling Will about us," he said, his voice dripping with sweetness.
Ethan's smile faltered as Bethany's hand flew up, aiming for his face. He caught her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "Come on, Queen, are you mad at me?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Bethany's voice was laced with sarcasm. "Why would I be? Oh, maybe because you left without leaving a message or a note... so tell me, Ethan, should I be mad at you?"
Ethan's expression turned contrite. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his frown deepening. 
Bethany's eyes narrowed. "You love saying sorry, don't you?" she spat, her voice venomous.
Ethan's frown deepened. "I hate saying sorry. It's not my thing."
Bethany tried to pull her hand free, but Ethan held tight. "Come on, I'll help you up," he offered, his hand outstretched.
"I don't need your help," Bethany snapped, hitting his hand away. But Ethan was relentless, his grip tightening as he pulled her up angrily, his hands grasping her waist.
"Let go of me!" Bethany struggled, but Ethan's hold was unyielding.
"You must really like me," Ethan whispered, his lips curling into a smile.
Bethany's face twisted in rage. "Ethan, I'm going to scream..."
But Ethan was prepared. He covered her mouth, his hands moving inside her jacket to touch her breasts. Bethany's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat.
Just then, Ethan turned to face Bethany, a smile spreading across his face. "You're mad at me, I can explain."
But Bethany's anger was far from assuaged.
"Explain what?" Bethany demanded, her voice firm despite the discomfort.
Ethan's hands tightened around her breasts, his fingers squeezing hard enough to make her moan. "Jesus Christ, Ethan," she whispered, her eyes flashing with pain.
"The next one's gonna be a lot worse, so are you gonna hear my f*****g explanation?" Ethan growled, his eyes blazing with intensity.
Bethany nodded, her voice barely audible. "Fine."
Ethan's grip relaxed, his hands releasing her breasts. "I left because your gown was revealing a lot, and I couldn't stop staring at you, even while you were sleeping. I tried to control myself by leaving... I didn't wanna end up doing something that'll destroy us."
Bethany's gaze met Ethan's, her eyes searching for answers. Then, in a surprising move, she stepped closer, her hand wrapping around his neck. Their lips met in a tender kiss, their eyes locked on each other.
"My boobs are really sensitive... it still hurts," Bethany whispered, her voice husky.
Ethan's smile was gentle as he moved his hand inside her jacket, his fingers caressing her breast. "How's this?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing.
"Better," Bethany whispered, her eyes closing in pleasure as Ethan's hands delved deeper, caressing her breasts.
"Better?" Ethan echoed, his voice husky with desire.
Bethany's nodded with her lips curled into a smile, her hand drifting to Ethan's chest. She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Your smile drives me insane," Ethan muttered, his eyes burning with intensity. "Your body... I'm trying to control myself around you, baby girl."
He looked at her, his eyes locked on hers. "Give me your hand," he whispered, his voice low and urgent.
Bethany hesitated, her voice barely audible. "Why?"
Ethan's response was simple. "Just trust me."
Bethany's hand settled into his, and Ethan raised their entwined hands, his gaze drifting to her breasts. Bethany's breath caught in her throat as Ethan's smile grew, his head bending to press his lips against hers.
The kiss deepened, Ethan's lips moving against Bethany's with increasing passion. Bethany's breathing grew ragged, her hands trying to pull away, but Ethan held tight, his grip unyielding. The kiss continued, Ethan's desire consuming them both.
Bethany's voice was barely audible as she struggled to speak, "Ethan, stop..." But Ethan's grip on her hands only tightened, his lips continuing their passionate assault on hers. Bethany tried to break free, but Ethan's hold was unyielding.
Finally, he released her, his chest heaving with excitement. "Do you want to learn how I can kiss without getting tired?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Bethany shook her head, trying to catch her breath. "No, actually..."
But Ethan was undeterred. He turned her around, his hand encircling her neck, and pulled her close. His lips descended once more, and Bethany felt herself getting lost in the kiss. Ethan's hand released her neck, and he grasped both her hands with one of his, his fingers intertwining with hers.
As they kissed, Bethany's breathing grew ragged, her mouth filling with Ethan's tongue. She tapped his chest gently, trying to signal for him to stop, and finally, he released her.
Bethany stumbled back, gasping for air. Ethan's smile was triumphant. "You're getting better," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with desire.
Will's voice echoed through the phone, "B?"
Bethany's response was immediate, "Oh my god..."
Ethan's voice interrupted, "I'll see you downstairs, Queen." Bethany nodded, then turned and entered her room.
Ethan headed downstairs, where Will was waiting to meet him. "Is she okay?" Will asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
Ethan nodded. "Yeah, she is."
Just then, Bethany appeared, her face lighting up with a smile as she saw her dad. "Hi, Dad," she exclaimed, rushing to hug him.
Will's hands wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "I got your vanilla cupcakes," he said, his voice warm with affection.
Bethany's eyes widened. "Oh my god, thanks, Dad... I'll have them when I get back. Bye," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.
Will kissed her forehead, and Bethany turned to Ethan, her eyes locking onto his for a moment before she left.
Ethan's gaze lingered on her, then shifted to Will. "I'll see you some other time," he said, his voice low and smooth.
Will's eyes narrowed, his gaze following no Ethan as he left.
Ethan opened the car door for Bethany, who gazed up at him before sliding into the seat. Ethan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and followed her in.
"You know Will's an intense hugger," Ethan said, his voice low and teasing.
Bethany shrugged. "He's my Dad; there's nothing wrong with that."
Ethan's gaze roamed over Bethany's face before he reached behind him and pulled off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. Bethany's eyes widened in surprise, his abs, he was so built, a little smile left her lips. "Ethan, we can't do this in front of my house."
Ethan sat up, his movements fluid, and shifted closer to Bethany. "Ethan, not now," she whispered, her voice urgent.
Ethan's hands moved to pick up a shirt, which he pulled over his head. "We can't do what?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Bethany's response was evasive. "Nothing."
Ethan's grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer. "My car has no demarcation," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
Their eyes locked, the tension between them palpable. Bethany's gaze drifted to Ethan's bare chest, her fingers reaching out to button his shirt. Ethan's eyes followed her hands, his gaze lingering on her breasts.
As Bethany fastened the final button, her eyes dropped to a scar beside his waistline. Ethan's gaze met hers, his eyes narrowing as he noticed her focus on the scar.
Bethany's eyes lingered on the scar beside Ethan's navel. "Why do you have that scar?" she asked, her voice soft with curiosity.
Ethan's expression turned guarded, his hands moving to button up his shirt completely. "I take it you’re not a fan of sharing your personal life "she exclaims
"I'd rather prefer it stays with me," he said, his voice low and enigmatic.
Bethany nodded understandingly, her eyes never leaving his face. Ethan stood up, his hands reaching for the seatbelt, and Bethany's gaze followed him. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and moved closer to her. Their eyes locked, the tension between them palpable, as Ethan hooked her seatbelt into place.
Bethany turned, a smile playing on her lips, and Ethan's gaze lingered on her face before he started the car and drove off.
When they arrived at the institution, Bethany asked, "Can I get down first?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Bethany glanced around, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everyone's looking at us..."
Ethan's response was dismissive. "That's their f*****g problem..."
Bethany's eyes pleaded with him. "Ethan, please, just this once."
Ethan's gaze softened, his voice gentle. "Sure..."
Bethany smiled, her thanks barely audible, as she got out of the car. Ethan followed, his eyes never leaving her, and grabbed her waist as she entered the institution.
Ethan's eyes sparkled with mischief. "How about we go to my personal space?"
Bethany's response was blunt. "How about we don't?"
Ethan's smile faltered for a moment before he chuckled. "That was so f*****g harsh."
 Bethany's apology was swift. "Sorry."
Just then, the speaker crackled to life, and Mrs. Wendy's voice announced that the football match had been rescheduled to two days' time due to unforeseen issues. Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?"
Seth and the guys approached, their faces filled with concern. "Ethan, have you heard?" Seth asked.
Ethan nodded. "Yeah... is this a f*****g joke? How the f**k does she expect us to work this out?"
The guys murmured in agreement, their voices filled with frustration. Chad urged them to head to the field, and Ethan nodded. "Yeah, let's go."
As the guys walked ahead, Ethan turned to Bethany, his eyes locking onto hers. She smiled, and Ethan felt his heart skip a beat. "Guys, go ahead, I'll catch up," he said, his voice low.
Ethan walked back to Bethany, his apology sincere. "I'm so f*****g sorry..."
Bethany's response was gentle. "It's fine..."
Ethan's lips met hers in a tender kiss, but Bethany broke away, her voice barely above a whisper. "Bye."
Ethan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, before turning to leave. Bethany breathed in, her heart still racing from the kiss.
Just then, Megan's voice pierced the air. "Hey!"
Bethany jumped, her heart racing. "f**k, Megan, why'd you do that?"
Megan's grin was mischievous. "I'm sorry, looks like Ethan's 'f**k, f*****g' word has gotten to you."
Bethany's confusion was evident. "What?"
Megan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I saw you guys... he brought you today..."
Bethany's face flushed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah,..."
"Bethany asked Megan, "Can you come with me?"
Megan raised an eyebrow. "Where?"
"The field," Bethany replied.
Megan hesitated. "Hmm..."
Bethany coaxed her. "Come on, Seth's there too."
Megan agreed, but with a condition. "Fine, but only if you take off your jacket."
Bethany hesitated. "I can't..."
Megan teased her. "Why? Afraid to show off those perfect, big boobs?"
Bethany opened her jacket, revealing her braless state. Megan joked, "I have no stress since mine aren't as big as yours."
Bethany insisted, "You must come with me..."
Megan relented, and Bethany handed over her jacket. Megan put it on, and they headed to the field together.
As they arrived, many people were watching the players on the field. Ethan spotted Bethany and went to meet her.
Megan excused herself. "I'm gonna go sit... Bye."
Bethany waved goodbye, and Ethan approached her, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Hey, Queen."
Bethany returned his greeting, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hi again."
Ethan's gaze drifted to her chest, and Bethany's voice turned stern. "Stop looking."
Ethan grabbed her wrist, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice. He pulled her to a corner, his voice low and urgent. "Where's your jacket? Your gown's exposing your boobs."
Bethany's response was nonchalant. "Megan's wearing it."
Ethan's frown deepened. "Queen, put on your jacket. Every guy's eye is gonna be on you... you'll attract so much attention."
Bethany's smile was enigmatic. "I'll attract attention because what I'm wearing reveals my boobs, Ethan it’s basically boobs that’s back there not just mine"
Ethan's frustration grew. "Bethany, get your jacket from Megan."
Bethany nodded, but Ethan's expression remained stern. "Why are you acting like this?" she asked.
Ethan's response was curt. "Just get the f*****g jacket from her."
Bethany turned to leave, but Ethan pulled her back. "I'm f*****g sorry," he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers.
Bethany's voice was soft. "It's fine, I kinda have things to do."
Ethan's grip tightened. "Queen Stay,... who am I gonna show off to?"
Bethany's smile was gentle. "There are many girls here."
Ethan's eyes burned with intensity. "But there's just one queen here."
Bethany's face tilted up, and Ethan's lips brushed against hers. But she stopped him, her hands on his chest.
Bethany set a condition, her eyes sparkling with determination. "On one condition."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What could that be?"
Bethany's voice was firm. "Ethan, I can wear whatever I want, you can't change that, okay?"
Ethan's gaze lingered on her face, his expression softening. "I love it when my name comes out from those pretty little lips."
Bethany tried to leave, but Ethan's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back. She rested against the wall, her eyes locked onto his.
"I'm serious, Ethan," she emphasized.
Ethan's smile was playful. "I know."
Bethany's frustration grew. "Then why aren't you taking this seriously?"
Ethan's expression turned mock-serious. "Okay, fine... do I sound serious now?"
His smile faltered for a moment before he asked, "My turn."
Bethany's confusion was evident. "What?"
Ethan, his hands moving with a sense of entitlement, expressed, "You wear whatever clothes you wanna wear." Bethany, taken aback, questioned, "Ethan, what are you doing?" His actions growing bolder, "He moves his hands into her panties then she moans a little." Ethan, inserting his finger in her, reiterated, "You wear whatever you wanna wear, as long as you close those pretty legs, we clear." Bethany, in compliance, nodded,still trying to hold her moan prompting Ethan to assert his control further, making her moan. "How many times have I told you to reply when I ask you a question, baby?" Bethany, acknowledging her fault, replied softly, "Lots of times." Ethan, pleased with her response, affirmed, "Good girl," as he continued his actions, eliciting a quiet moan from Bethany. His final question hung in the air, "Are you gonna keep your legs closed, Queen?"
Bethany nodded, her eyes locked onto Ethan's. "Yes."
Ethan's lips curled into a sly smile as he gazed at her. His hands moved again, and Bethany's legs trembled. She almost fell, but Ethan caught her, his grip tightening.
Just then, the Coach appeared. "Mr. Smith!"
Ethan's eyes flicked to Bethany, who breathed in deeply, her head bent. "Coach," Ethan replied.
"Get back to the field," the Coach ordered.
Ethan nodded. "I'll be right there."
As the Coach left, Bethany struggled to catch her breath. Ethan's voice was low and concerned. "You okay?"
Bethany nodded again, her eyes meeting Ethan's. He withdrew his hand, and she squeezed it, her grip tight. Ethan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He adjusted her gown, pulling it down slightly.
"Queen, I was serious about what I said," he whispered.
Bethany's voice was barely audible. "I know."
Ethan's voice was low and menacing. "Don't break it, you've seen me mad before... I don't wanna show you that side of me again."
Bethany took a deep breath, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and understanding. She nodded, and Ethan's gaze lingered on her face before he said, "Let's get out of here."
They left together, Ethan following closely behind Bethany. His eyes roamed over her perfectly shaped ass, and he licked his lips, savoring the sight. He walked her back to her seat, his presence towering over her.
"You should go now," Bethany said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's response was firm. "Once you're in your seat... I need to make sure you won't run away or leave."
Bethany smiled wryly and sat down, letting out a painful moan as she did so. Ethan knelt beside her, his eyes locked onto hers. She bit her lips, trying to stifle her discomfort, and Ethan smiled knowingly.
"I just played with your p***y, baby girl," he whispered. "Are you even gonna try to sit if I actually f**k you?"
Bethany's eyes flashed with anger, and she hit his chest. Ethan smiled, unfazed.
"Just go," she said, her voice tight with emotion.
Ethan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You sure you can handle yourself?"
Just then, Megan appeared, her presence interrupting the tense moment between Ethan and Bethany.
Megan approached Ethan, her voice urgent. "Ethan, the game's about to start. What are you doing here?"
Bethany took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on Ethan as he turned to face her.
Ethan's instruction to Megan was brief. "Megan, keep an eye on her, okay?"
Bethany's curiosity got the better of her. "Why?"
Ethan's response was cryptic. "Baby girl, you know why."
He closed her legs, his touch gentle, and kissed her cheek before leaving. Megan called out after him, "You go, girl..."
Bethany smiled, her breathing heavy, as she watched Ethan walk away.
Bethany nudged her. "Seth's waving at you."
Megan's smile grew wider. "You're crazy..."
As they continued to watch the game, Ethan's team dominated, winning round after round. When they reached the third round, Bethany stood up, her eyes scanning the crowd.
"Megan, have you seen Jamie lately?" she asked, her voice casual.
Megan shook her head. "Nope, I haven't."
Bethany's excuse was vague. "I'm gonna go to the restroom."
Megan's concern was immediate. "What's wrong?"
Bethany downplayed her reasons. "Uhm, nothing."
Megan suggested they wait for Ethan and Seth to arrive, but Bethany was insistent. "I can't wait."
With that, she left, leaving Megan looking worried.
After the game, Ethan and Seth made their way to Megan, who greeted them with a warm smile. "Hi, babe."
Seth kissed her, her eyes shining with pride. "You were good."
Meanwhile, Bethany slipped into the restroom, her hands moving discreetly underneath her gown. She touched her thigh, realizing with a flush that she was wet. She quickly cleaned herself up before exiting the restroom.
As she walked out, she heard someone shouting and shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "I need to get out of here," she muttered to herself.
Just then, Cody appeared, grabbing her wrist. "Hey, princess."
Bethany tried to shake him off. "I don't want to talk to you."
Cody's smile was sly. "You and Ethan are getting close... too close, if you know what I mean."
Bethany's response was firm. "It's none of your business."
Cody's grip tightened. "It kinda is, because I'm the reason why you two are close."
Bethany's confusion was evident. "What are you talking about?"
Cody's eyes gleamed with a knowing light. "Come with me."
Bethany's refusal was immediate. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
Ethan's gaze swept over Megan and Seth, who were lost in a passionate kiss. "Where's Bethany?" he asked, his voice interrupting their intimate moment.
Megan pulled away from Seth, her eyes fluttering open. "She said she was going to use the restroom. She was acting really strange."
Ethan's concern was immediate. He turned to leave, but Megan caught his arm. "Let's just go there together."
The trio set off, their footsteps echoing through the hallway. Meanwhile, Cody had cornered Bethany, his words dripping with persuasion. "You know we can be friends or more than friends... I'm not like Ethan... I act fast, that's the difference between the two of us."
Cody's arms wrapped tightly around Bethany, his lips inches from hers. But before he could kiss her, Megan, Seth, and Ethan arrived on the scene.
Megan's voice was stern. "What's going on here?"
Cody's smile was charming. "Well, I'm just getting to know my princess."
Ethan's eyes narrowed as he approached the pair. His gaze locked onto Bethany, his expression intense.
Ethan's voice was low and menacing. "Cody, let her go."
As Cody refused to release Bethany, Ethan's hand instinctively went to his pocket, searching for a knife. But Seth intervened, grabbing his arm. "Stop, he's high on drugs."
Cody's eyes gleamed with a wild intensity. "Yeah, I am, and right now I'm craving her."
His fingers brushed against Bethany's hair, and Ethan's anger boiled over. But before he could react, Bethany herself struck out, hitting Cody's chest. Ethan quickly grabbed her, pulling her into a tight hug. But she freed herself, her eyes questioning.
Ethan's instructions to Seth were curt. "Get the girls out of here, I'll handle him."
As they left, Ethan turned back to Cody, his grip tightening around the other man's neck. "What are you trying to do?"
Cody's smile was twisted. "You've gotten so close to her, and I don't like it. You're hiding a lot from the girl, including your identity. I'll be so happy to fill her in."
Ethan's grip on Cody's neck tightened, his eyes blazing with anger. "You want to live? Here's a piece of advice: don't mess with the person responsible for your breathing."
Cody's smirk was unrepentant. "I can mess with her, though."
Ethan's hands clenched into fists, his fingers twisting Cody's shirt. "Go close to her again," he growled.
Cody's smile faltered, but his voice remained defiant. "I wouldn't worry about that now... She has her doubts about you now."
Ethan's face darkened, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "What the f**k did you say to her?"
Cody's silence was palpable, his eyes darting away from Ethan's intense gaze. The air was thick with tension, Ethan's anger simmering just below the surface.
Ethan's anger erupted, and he beat Cody up before storming off. When he saw the others on the field, he made his way to Bethany, his eyes searching for answers.
But Bethany's expression was troubled, her doubts about him clear. Ethan's mind raced, wondering what Cody had said to her. He knew he had to make things right.
Ethan's voice was laced with concern. "Are you okay?"
Bethany's gaze met his, but she remained silent.
Megan's curiosity got the better of her. "Ethan, what's going on?"
Bethany's eyes darted back to Ethan, her expression unreadable.
Seth tried to intervene. "Uh, babe, let's go..."
But Ethan was insistent. "I need to talk to my girl alone."
Megan approached Bethany, her voice soft. "You sure you're okay?"
Bethany nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Megan cast a wary glance at Ethan before leaving. Ethan sat down beside Bethany, who stood up, trying to escape. But Ethan's hands wrapped around her waist, holding her in place.
"I'm not gonna let you ignore or avoid me," he said, his voice firm. "We can both keep staring at each other, or we talk. Either way, you're not getting out of here."
Bethany's reluctance was evident. "I seriously don't feel like talking."
Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes understanding. He nodded, then gently lifted her onto his lap. Bethany's hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, their eyes meeting in a charged moment.
"How about now?" Ethan asked, his voice low.
Bethany tried to stand up, but Ethan's hands kept her in place, his fingers widening her legs. Her gown rode up, exposing more of her skin.
"Ethan, stop," she pleaded.
But Ethan's response was playful. "Why? Don't tell me you're still hurting from our little game."
Bethany's eyes flashed with annoyance, but she took a deep breath. "Let's talk."
Ethan's grin was mischievous. "Are you sure? I f*****g like it this way."
Bethany's voice was firm. "I'm sure."
Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. He pulled her closer, his eyes drifting to her chest.
Ethan's voice was gentle, his eyes pleading. "Queen, I'm gonna need you to open up to me. What did Cody say to you?"
Bethany's gaze met his, her expression hesitant. "He said he's the reason we're together."
Ethan's frown deepened, his face darkening. "That's a f*****g lie."
His hands cradled her face, his thumbs stroking her skin. "Don't believe anything he says."
Bethany's eyes searched his, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're not lying to me, are you?"
Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "Do you trust me?"
Bethany's nod was almost imperceptible, but Ethan's face lit up with relief.
"I need you to keep that trust in your heart," he whispered, his lips inches from hers.
Bethany's smile was soft, her eyes shining with emotion. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Ethan's. The kiss deepened, Ethan's hands moving into her gown, his fingers tracing the curves of her body.
Bethany's voice was breathless, her words barely audible. "Ethan, stop."
But Ethan's passion only intensified, his hands exploring her body with increasing urgency. As he delved deeper, he felt the sticky wetness on her thighs, and his desire surged.
"Damn, you're f*****g wet," he whispered, his voice husky with excitement.
Bethany tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was unyielding. He gazed at her, his eyes burning with intensity. "Who are you wet for?" he demanded.
Bethany's response was barely above a whisper. "Ethan."
Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, his face inches from hers. "Queen, I warned you," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.
But Bethany cut him short, her voice firm. "You... it's you, okay?"
Ethan's gaze lingered on hers, his lips curling into a sly smile. He licked his lips, then began kissing her again, his hands moving deeper, touching her panties gently before slipping inside.
But Bethany suddenly broke away, her eyes flashing with a mix of desire and uncertainty.
Bethany's voice trembled. "I can't, Ethan."
Ethan's response was gentle. "You can, Queen. Don't be shy with me. I want you to c*m for me, okay? Don't stop."
Bethany's eyes met his, her hands placing hesitant pressure on his. "Ethan, please don't..."
Ethan's gaze locked onto hers. "Do you trust me?"
Their eyes held, and Bethany nodded, her voice barely audible. "I...I trust you."
Ethan's expression softened. "You're scared."
Bethany nodded again, her fear palpable. Ethan's lips brushed against hers, his kiss gentle. "If it hurts, move your hands down and reach out for my hands, okay?"
Bethany nodded, her eyes closed. Ethan's smile was reassuring as he deepened their kiss, his finger slipping into her gently. She tried to pull away, but Ethan's arms wrapped around her, holding her close. His finger moved slowly, in and out, until Bethany's lips parted, her breathing ragged. She broke away from the kiss, her eyes wide with emotion.
Ethan's movements became more urgent, his pace quickening as Bethany's legs lifted slightly. He continued to touch her with intensity, and soon she reached her climax. Ethan's hand felt the sticky wetness as he persisted, his motions deeper and faster. Bethany's moans grew louder, her head resting on his chest.
As he kissed her neck, his touch became almost fervent, and Bethany's moans turned to cries of pain. "Ah, please stop," she begged.
Ethan's gaze