Inside Chloe's apartment, Ethan was just sprawled on the sofa. He kept watching her. Her final, semi-frantic packing.
"Look, I'm taking you to the airport. Seriously, relax. No need to stress the clock," Ethan called out.
"I'm totally fine! I've got time, honest. I can just flag down a cab," she tossed back.
"But what about the whole 'memories' thing before you leave? Let me help you with this," he insisted. A genuine pleading note in his voice.
She gave a quick, amused snort. "Fine. You win. Take me."
"That's the spirit. I'm starting to run the bags down to the car now. We need to actually get moving," he said, finally pushing himself up.
"Yeah, please handle that. My stuff is ready; I'm grabbing a quick shower now," she confirmed.
Ethan handled the luggage. Quick work, getting everything secured tight in the trunk. He came back inside. The loud hiss of the running water hit his ears. That familiar, bad-boy grin just appeared on his face.
The System, right on cue, with its usual, sharp sarcasm:
[You just spent the entire morning arguing against being a voyeur. Don't be a damn coward now. Go get her, you big idiot.]
"Hey, it's my girlfriend. We just had sex this morning," Ethan muttered to himself. "A quick peek at my girl naked after a good session? That's not a crime."
He didn't hesitate. Ethan nudged the bathroom door. Quietly. He was inside. The first thing he saw: Chloe. Eyes closed, covered in suds. She was bent almost double, washing her feet, which gave him the unmissable, full-on sight of her big, magnificent ass.
The light in here was harsh, but perfect. Better than last night's gloom. He saw everything in perfect clarity now. Her cheeks had that mesmerizing tremble, framing a cute, impossibly pink little hole. Below that, her pussy looked slick, pink, and inviting, with a minimal scatter of blonde hair. Barely there.
[If this isn't a sin, the churches are definitely lying to us. Stop waiting. GO.]
Ethan moved. He closed the distance fast. His hands landed on Chloe's wet skin, staking a claim on every single curve. His fingers didn't just trace; they dug deep into her butt, squeezing the firm muscle. A strangled sound—surprise instantly giving way to urgent need—escaped Chloe as Ethan slammed her against the tiled shower wall. The hot water kept pouring, a loud curtain that only amplified the sudden, urgent desire between them.
"Ethan, we've seriously blown our buffer time!" Chloe managed to choke out. Her body, however, was already grinding back against his erection.
One hand smoothly separated her butt-cheeks, exposing the slick, warm entrance. The other hand guided his hard cock to the spot, the tip rubbing a quick, hot line against the moist lip of her vagina. Testing the warmth.
"I'm taking you fast. And I'm taking you rough. You asked for this, Chloe," he growled into her wet hair. His voice sounded like gravel.
[He's being truthful. 'Immediate' is practically his official middle name.]
Ethan bit his lip. Ignoring the constant noise. Chloe just gasped, eyes wide with raw excitement. "Then do it, dammit! But move!" she begged, every word shaking with need.
He needed nothing else. He drove home in one powerful thrust, filling her entirely. Chloe screamed—a perfect sound of shock dissolving into intense bliss—her core muscles immediately locking tight around him.
"Goddamn, Chloe, you are tight as a drum, I can barely move," Ethan gasped, instantly launching into a blur of deep, quick strokes. The echoing, loud smack of their wet skin against the tile drowned out the sound of the water.
Chloe bent over further, widening her hips. Giving him the absolute best access. "Faster, Ethan! Don't you dare slow down!" she demanded, her voice thick with the hunger he'd unleashed.
He complied instantly. His hips flying. Every thrust found her deepest point. Chloe, meanwhile, reached back, found her own clit and started rubbing it in frantic, accelerating circles.
"You are going to make me pop right here, right now, Chloe," Ethan warned, his control entirely gone.
"Then pop it! Cum all inside me!" Chloe cried, her own orgasm building to a massive, unstoppable roar.
With a deep, guttural bellow, Ethan emptied himself, flooding her with his hot, sticky seed. Chloe yelled, her climax tearing through her, her inner muscles violently milking him dry.
Ethan froze. Draped over her. Just struggling for air. Slowly, a long minute later, he pulled out. Chloe straightened up. She turned. That wide, post-sex, shit-eating grin was the only thanks he needed.
"Well, that was certainly efficient, I'll give you that," Chloe joked, her voice still trembling with residual energy.
"Told you I was quick," Ethan replied, managing a tired wink.
"And you're damn good at the 'quick' part," Chloe conceded, pulling him into a fast, salty kiss. "But seriously, I really have to go now."
Ethan slapped her ass—a final, firm goodbye. "Come on. Airport time. I'd be pissed if you missed your flight, babe."
Chloe laughed, stepping onto the mat. "You, Ethan, are utterly and completely insatiable."
"Only with you," he answered, following her out of the hot, steamy bathroom.
They moved quickly to the bedroom. Chloe was pulling on a small, black lace number—panties and a matching bra. The thin black fabric was a sharp contrast against her skin, somehow making her breasts look heavier and her hips more defined. She stopped, looking for clothes.
Ethan leaned on the doorframe. Watching. His eyes tracing the way the lace bit into her waist. The tiny ribbon on the bra's center.
"Damn, those look absolutely great on you," he noted, his voice low. "You should probably model those for me right now."
Chloe turned, a playful, easy smirk on her face. She adjusted the strap on her shoulder, hit a dramatic, runway-ready pose—hand on her hip. Both of them just cracked up.
"Satisfied now?" she asked, still shaking with laughter.
"Always," Ethan confirmed, finally moving from the frame.
Chloe turned back to the closet, grabbing a light summer dress. "When I get back? I'll model all the new ones I pick up on the trip. And," she added, turning her head back, "if you want, you can even buy me some new ones."
Ethan stopped by the dresser. "Now, that's a solid proposal. Hand me your phone for a second."
Chloe tossed it over, no hesitation. Ethan opened her banking app. He saw the sad twenty bucks sitting in the account. A quick tap, and he pumped five thousand dollars into her balance.
He handed the phone back. "Buy a ton. Seriously. When you get back, we are going to have a lot of fun going through them."
Chloe looked down at the screen. Back at him. Eyes wide. Then came the huge, delightful rush. "Ethan! Are you serious?"
"Go on," he winked. "You need to move now, or you're going to miss that damn flight."
He grabbed the remaining carry-on bag, pulling her toward the door. Their laughter felt loud as they finally left the apartment.