But I forgot about this position–front low, back high–which rendered my skirt’s covering function almost useless. A chill swept over me, and only then did I remember that for breathability and a seamless look, I was wearing a thong.
But it was too late to adjust myself. Ethan…
…pulled me forcefully back against him. I could distinctly feel a warmth, like body heat. The sensation of sitting down again was no longer the cold saddle.
For a moment, I forgot who Ethan was, and who I was. In this desolate outdoor spot, only the horses tied nearby and the scund of Ethan’s and my panting filled the air.
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The sky grew darker and darker. I don’t know how long it lasted, but I only knew it was an experience I’d never had before. Both in terms of duration and intensity, Ethan was truly different. He could go on and on, like a tireless colt. Changing various positions and methods to sustain the session.
Our encounter finally ended with Ethan’s complete release.
Lying on the grass, Ethan slowly remarked, “You’re something else. You’re the first one who didn’t beg for mercy.”
I rolled over, grinning mischievously at him, “Want to go for round two??”
Just as Ethan was about to launch his second “attack,” his phone rang. It turned out he’d promised his family he’d be home for dinner. He hadn’t returned, so they were calling to check in. Ethan told me he’d originally expected me to give up quickly, leading to a quick and unsatisfying end, which was why he’d agreed to go home for dinner with his mom. He simply hadn’t anticipated such a long “performance” time.
Ethan was reluctant to leave, asking if we could meet again tomorrow. I understood what Ethan meant, but then I suddenly thought of Chloe. I felt uncertain about how I would face her in the days to come.
