The Promise He Forgot

Morning in Glass

Ethan woke with the sunlight streaming through the glass walls, warm streaks of gold cutting across the bed. For a long moment, he didn’t move. He simply lay there, his head turned slightly on the pillow, watching Amara.

She was curled toward him, her lashes resting gently against her cheeks, her lips parted slightly in the rhythm of deep sleep. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he noticed the tiniest sound escaping her throat, something like a soft growl, unladylike and completely endearing.

He chuckled under his breath. Even asleep, she surprises me.

Leaning on his elbow, he studied the way the light caught in her hair, the peace written on her face, and the fact that for once, she looked utterly unburdened.

Amara stirred, her nose wrinkling as though she sensed his gaze. Her eyes fluttered open, and the moment they landed on him, she blinked, then smiled shyly.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning,” Ethan returned, his grin spreading. “Though I have to say, you’re quite the sleeper. You growl, Amara. Like a little lioness.”

Her eyes widened, mortified. “I do not!”

“You do.” He mimicked the sound softly, earning a gasp and a playful shove against his chest. “I’m serious, it’s adorable. I never thought I’d wake up next to someone who threatens me in her sleep.”

Amara hid her face with her hands, laughing into her palms. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re beautiful,” Ethan countered without hesitation, gently tugging her hands down so he could see her again. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, and his voice dropped. “Even when you growl.”

Her heart skipped, and before she could respond, he leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. The kiss deepened slowly, the kind that carried both a good morning and a silent promise. When he pulled back, their foreheads lingered close.

“I have to go to work,” he murmured, though his tone lacked conviction.

Amara sat up slightly, propping herself on her elbow. “Then you should get ready.”

Ethan sighed theatrically and rolled out of bed. “If I must…”

She watched as he pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. Her breath hitched without permission. His broad chest caught the sunlight, every line of muscle carved and sharp, his abs rigid and defined. He reached for a towel, looping it casually around his waist, but it only seemed to highlight his physique more.

Amara’s eyes darted away, her cheeks heating. “I um shouldn’t be staring.”

Ethan smirked, catching her reaction. He stepped closer, his voice low with amusement. “Why not? You’re allowed to see me without clothes on.”

“Ethan!” she squeaked, shutting her eyes tightly.

He chuckled, taking her hand gently. “Here,” he said, placing it against his chest. The warmth of his skin seared into her palm, the solid strength beneath her fingertips startling.

Her eyes opened slowly, meeting his gaze with hesitation. “You’re unfair,” she whispered.

“I’m honest,” he replied softly. His hand covered hers, holding it against his heart. “Feel that? That’s yours, Amara. Every beat.”

Her lips parted, words failing her as her heart raced in response.

Ethan leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. “I want you,” he whispered.

Her body shivered, her pulse quickening. She wanted him too but her mind tugged her back to reason. “Ethan, don’t you have to go to work?”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “I’m the boss. I decide when work starts. And right now, it starts later.”

Her protest dissolved in a gasp as his lips captured hers again, this time with urgency. He eased her back against the bed, his body hovering over hers, his towel loosening slightly at his hip.

“Ethan ” she tried again, but his kiss silenced her, tender yet insistent.

“You’re all I want this morning,” he murmured against her lips."

Her resistance melted like ice in the sun. Their laughter faded, replaced by breathless whispers and the rhythm of two hearts finally surrendering to each other fully.

When the room finally quieted, Ethan brushed damp strands of hair from Amara’s forehead, kissing her softly once more. “You’re mine,” he whispered."Yes baby,"Amara said with a soft and seductive voice."Ethan am all yours."

This turned Ethan on even more.He could not resist it when Amara said she belonged to him.He kissed her on the neck slowly and smoothly as he headed down her p***y with a gentle,Warm and soft touch which made Amara want more. Amara got comfortable with all that and couldn't hold it any more.

"Ethan please come up,She said in a soft voice.Ethan came up and Amara kissed him she slowly leaned Ethan on the bed kissing his neck.

She badly wanted Ethan inside of her and she would do just anything for Ethan to c*m and make him want her even more.

Slowly and steady reaching Ethan's d**k,Amara wanted all of Ethan to her.She sucked his c**k."Oh God," Ethan said."Oh,this feels good Amara." She slowly reversed the kiss up to his lips.

He runs his hands from Amara's hair to her back . He slowly takes Amara's hand and lays her to the bed.Now he touches his c**k with one hand placing it inside Amara." He then takes Amara's left hand and places it on the bed beside her hair locking his hand to hers.

He moves upward,downward and sideways while inside Amara." Mmmmmmmm Go deeper, f**k me as hard as you can.I want your c*m inside me uuuuuuhhh." Amara was now moaning. "I love it when you sound like Amara,"Ethan said."You are so sweet Ethan,"Amara said.Ethan placed Amara's legs on his waist as he slowly f****d Amara."

***

Later, as the steam from the bathroom curled into the bedroom, Ethan finally stepped into the shower. Hot water cascaded over him, droplets tracing down the hard lines of his body, steam wrapping him in a haze.

But he wasn’t alone for long.

Amara padded quietly into the room, her eyes drawn to the way water slid over his shoulders, disappearing along the ridges of muscle. For a moment she hesitated at the doorway. Then, with a burst of courage, she joined him.

He turned at the sound of the glass door sliding open, a slow smile curving his lips. “Couldn’t stay away?”

She stepped in, letting the warm water drench her hair, her laughter mingling with the rush of the shower. “Maybe I didn’t want you having all the fun alone.”

His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her close beneath the cascade. Water ran over both of them, washing away hesitation, leaving only closeness. He kissed her again, deeper this time, their bodies pressed together as the steam blurred the world outside."I can't seem to get enough of you Ethan,I want you more and more inside me.She said .

She slowly ran her hand and touched Ethan's c**k placing it inside her."Is this what you want?"Ethan asked her slowly picking her up and placing her legs on her waist,making room for his c**k to find its way through inside Amanda."Yes baby, that's what I want.She said. Evan smiled as he tossed back and forth inside Amanda." "Please don't leave,I want you.Amara pleaded."I'll make sure when I come I make it up to you again "He said as his breath grew wild." Promise to always f**k me like this."She said. "I promise my love,Ethan replied.

***

By the time they made it to the dining room, the chefs had already laid out breakfast: a spread of steaming eggs, golden pancakes, fresh fruit, and pastries that looked too perfect to touch.

Amara blinked at the feast, laughing in disbelief. “This looks like a hotel buffet, Ethan.”

“Better,” he said, pulling out a chair for her before taking his own seat. “Because it’s just for us.”

She picked up a fork, cutting into a fluffy pancake and taking a bite. Her eyes widened instantly. “Oh my goodness. This is… unreal. Sweet, soft, buttery it melts in my mouth.”

Ethan chuckled at her reaction. “I’ll take that as approval.”

“This is more than approval,” she said between bites, shaking her head in delight. “If I had food like this every morning, I’d never leave the table.”

“Then I’ll have the chefs prepare it daily,” Ethan teased, sipping his coffee. “Anything for you.”

She smiled at him over the rim of her glass, warmth blooming in her chest. “You’ll spoil me.”

“That’s the plan,” he replied smoothly.

They ate together, laughter filling the space between bites. The tension of the morning melted away, leaving only the easy comfort of two people learning what it meant to share not just a home, but a life.

When the plates were finally cleared and coffee cups drained, Ethan rose from his seat, slipping on his blazer. His expression softened as he glanced at her.

“I have to go in now,” he said. “But I’ll be back tonight. And tomorrow morning… I want to wake up next to you again.”

Amara nodded, her smile gentle. “I’ll be here.”

He leaned down, kissing her one last time, lingering as though he hated to leave. Then, with a grin that promised more, he walked out the glass doors toward his car, leaving Amara with a heart that felt fuller than it ever had before.