On Pink Paper She Writes Her Hidden Thoughts part 2

On Pink Paper She Writes Her Hidden Thoughts


Sara moaned against his mouth and lifted her hips as Ethan slowly finger-fucked her. His thumb reached out an encircled her swollen clit as she moaned into his mouth. Both sensations made her giddy and in a state of heady elation. She panted, as he drew his mouth from hers and they both took a needed intake of breath. Ethan grinned as he inserted another finger inside her and twisted them. Sara, how much do you want me.

I-I want very much Ethan. She whimpered.

My sweetheart, you cannot want me as much as I want you and, with that he stopped twisting his fingers inside her and began plunging them in and out. You see my dear, he continued, almost nonchalantly as if they were having this conversation over a cup of coffee. I wanted you from our first meeting at your interview with our company directors.

And that baby has been long three months. All my plans us to this actual point can drive someone a little crazy don’t you think so.
You turn me on so much Sara I’m very hard right now. He grinned as his fingers progressed on her sensitive labia.

She inhales sharply in response and clenched her thighs tight.

Scream my name, baby’ He murmured adoringly, as she writhed under his gaze.

She was not able to hold back anymore and began screaming his name as directed ‘wow, wow, so nice baby, you came. Does it feel good he was smiling appreciatively as he stepped away to look at her. Mmmm yeah that was a-amazing she responded breathlessly.

Don’t worry, I will feel even better in there. He remarked enticingly.

He untied her hands and guided her towards the front passenger side of the car. ‘Oh, don’t forget these’ He said toying with the panties in his hands. Sara was lifting her purse from the car seat but in the attempt to retrieve the panties, it fell to the ground and out tumbled her pink papers.

Before she was able to snatch the fallen items, they were both quickly secured in Ethan’s hands. ‘Hmmm, what do we have here’ He questioned curiously.

It’s nothing she replayed and furiously trying to get it away from him. But the pink papers were secured in his hands high above his 6ft 2’ frame. At 5ft, 6’ Sara’s only option was jumping high enough.

It looks important. I’m sure with many secrets. He grinned nodding at her. And, no better way to know the one I’m captivated with. Please, it’s nothing. Give them back she said irritated, heart pounding wildly.

He stared at her for a while. I will, but for now, let’s head home and he motioned towards the car. Annoyed she got into the passenger’s side and was sullenly quiet till the ride to his home.

Why are we here, it’s late. She said both annoyed and amazed at the mansion sized building, I need to be at my home, in my apartment. My roommate is going to worry. Then call her, because we are spending the night together he stated simply.

What is love? It’s not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.'

How delightful, you like romantic poetry. He remarked, crossing his legs and reading the forbidden papers. She put the glass of wine down and glared at him, those words belong to Shakespeare and yes I like romantic poetry.

Yes, I know sweetheart, Shakespeare’s work is my forte he grinned, momentarily, before flipping through the pages again.

Wow, what do we have here, oh, my - oh my. Ethan exclaimed startled. Sara buried her head into her hands, wishing to be anywhere else but here at the moment.

Without any doubt he was looking at her erotic illustrations. Drawings from her darkest fantasies that she hoped desperately and now in vain that none would ever find. Sure, the diary had been safely locked but this is Ethan, whose hands now possessed its, contents. Persuading her into handing over its, tiny key soon became a trivial matter as the sketch’s in it were personal and reviling drawings.

These drawings are very good, Sara. He drawled purposefully.

Blushing red, Sara gazed at the floor, cursing herself for not removing the damned item from her purse. It was only meant to accompany her on the trip to that art museum on the previous weekend. She had wanted to capture the memory of those sensual Greek statues from the display. She hated herself for deciding to go with that purse. What an unexpected disaster this night had resulted in.

Sara? Sara, look at me came, Ethan’s smooth voice. She jerked her head towards him.

You shouldn’t have’ done this as she stammered, clasping her hands nervously.

Amazing’ he filled in chuckling as he stood to pour himself more wine.

Not fair she whispered almost to herself.

More wine? He walked towards her. Sara glared at him, her head spinning from embarrassment, no thanks' she responded sounding like a strangled cat. Ethan placed the expensive wine bottle down on a side table and picked up a remote controller, he aimed it at a stereo cabinet and Whitney Houston’s song -Where Do Broken Hearts Go - began playing. Dance with me he said outstretching his hand. Hesitantly, she responded and soon found herself wrapped in an intimate embrace with warm hands on her back dress.

For a while they swooned to the music and silence formed between them. She wondered how it can be possible for anyone to refuse Ethan. A normal date would never dare to take her diary like that or demand the key. But, again this was Ethan. He was quite daring. She recalled his words, if I don’t get that key I’ll have to open this diary one way or the other. And, Sara, I always keep to my promises. If it were anyone else and she would have made a snarky reply, grabbed her diary, kicked them between the legs and barged through a window or door. Ethan Wellington however was not just anyone else. He was a powerful man, in physique, thought and demeanor. Besides, looking at the bulletproof thick dark stained glass doors, it seemed a sure impossibility to escape. But neither was she certain Ethan both delighted and scared her.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Ethan quoted.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Sara responded, looking up amazed at him. He grinned and nodded. They danced rhythmically in a world of their own.

The song, when the stars come out by Chris Stapleton began playing on the stereo system and abruptly Ethan spun her around, holding her facing away from him.

Mmmm, your hair smells wonderful he inhaled deeply as his hands gently caressed her hips. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered madly. But suddenly she froze, staring in front of her when someone walked down the stairs to greet them.

Hello, brother, meet Sara Ethan said following her gaze as his hands steadied her.

Oh, hey, Sara, lovely to have you over came, the heavily accented voice. Except for that and his shaven head, the man in front of them could easily be mistaken for Ethan.

I’m called, Evan he continued smiling and, yes we are twins.

Sara, grew flushed and gasped as Ethan whispered in her ear, what do you think honey, interested much.

Ethan, I think we should stop, she whispered back pleadingly those were just drawings, its art, doesn’t really mean I want that.

We’ll see, he grinned in return and continued rubbing the sides of her hips. Evan cleared his throat, Sorry to interrupt you guys, I am on my way out. There was an emergency at the station, so I will return around mid-day tomorrow.

Okay, later detective Evan, but that’s just too bad. I’m sure Sara would have wanted you to stay. Isn’t that so, baby and, without waiting for either to respond he began kissing and nibbling her neck. Rolling his eyes, Evan mumbled, I’m out of here. Grabbing his keys off the table he sped off.

You are terrible, Sara scolded, and my heart was beating so fast. Ethan murmured, why are you, always so sweet Sara. I need you wilder. We still need to talk about your skillful drawings but now it's time for skillful actions. I’m still so hard. He pressed himself on her to emphasize the point.

The song on the stereo switched to ‘If Tomorrow Never comes’ by Ronan Keating. Not saying anything further, Ethan scooped her up onto his hips and held her there kissing her lips softly. How about I fuck you like, If Tomorrow Never comes. He said finally, gazing at her. She giggled and nodded, there was absolutely no refusing this seductively powerful man.

By  nutbuster