Then, he began to fuck me with various items from the kitchen. The handle of a spatula, a carrot from the fridge, and then an ear of uncooked corn. He would stimulate just long enough to bring me to near orgasm, and then, cruelly, he would stop, leaving me wanting more.
I wanted to reach out and grab him so he would fuck me, but I held fast to my ankles, refusing to move until he told me to. It was a fun game, and the most excruciating torture to force myself not to reach for him when he was arousing me so and then not letting me orgasm.
"Good girl," Ethan praised me, just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer. "Now, you get your reward."
He brought me down off the table, and we lay on the kitchen floor together. He let me climb atop of him and fuck him as hard and as fast as I wanted to. I orgasmed almost instantly. Then we rolled over on the floor and he was atop of me, making love to me with passionate kisses as our bodies undulated as one. He hands explored every part of me as my hands did the same to him, feeling his muscles and the smoothness of his skin as he fondled and caressed me. We thrust together in perfect unison, in a tangle of arms and legs, and he brought me to orgasm yet again.
"I'm coming," I moaned. He kissed my neck as he plunged deeply into me.
"Me, too," he groaned. I felt the power of his explosion as his muscles shuddered and our bodies spasmed together in delirious ecstasy. The pleasure of having an orgasm with someone you truly love is so much more powerful than mere fucking can be, and we both felt the power of it in the moment as our two bodies became one in beautiful ecstasy.
Afterward, he carried me to my bed in Gwyneth's guest bedroom where I'd made my home and we made love again, late into the night.
"Thank you for coming back to me," Ethan whispered as we were drifting off to sleep together and he held me in his arms.
"Thank you for letting my follow my dreams. It means the world to me that you wanted to give me the career I wanted, even if it meant losing me. That's how I knew we had to be together."
"It's true what they say: if you love something, set it free," he mused. "I'm just glad I won't have to live without you."
"You never will again. Come with me to Europe and stay with me while I do the shoot over there."
"Not fair. I have a career here running Speed Motorcycles. You can't just ask me to give that up," he said, but I knew he was teasing from the smile twinkling in his eyes.
"Fine, don't come with me then," I called his bluff.
"Well, as it turns out, I also have to go to Europe to supervise a new modeling shoot. We've hired a terrific girl to be the new face of our ad campaign. She's a gorgeous blonde, really sexy and sweet."
"Sounds like I should be jealous. Maybe I don't want you working with this girl," I teased.
"Don't worry. You have nothing to worry about. She knows I'm married."
"What?" I sat up in bed.
"That is, if you'll have me." He reached over the side of the bed where his jacket was laying and pulled out a ring. Holding it out to me he said, "Kayla Brandt, will you marry me?"
"Yes, a billion times yes," I cried out happily, and tears of joy rolled down my cheeks as he slipped the enormous, princess-cut diamond ring onto my finger. It was the second most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Ethan's eyes when he looked at me was the first.
I kissed him passionately. When we made love for the first time as an engaged couple, it was even more amazing than it had been before.
"I don't think I've ever been this happy," I told Ethan, as we cuddled afterwards and I held my hand up so we could admire the way my diamond ring sparkled in the moonlight that was streaming through my bedroom window.
"Me neither," he confessed, but there was a subtle strain in his voice and I picked up on it. He sounded stressed, or worried, and I had to know why.
Looking him straight in the eyes so there would be no secrets between us, I asked him, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"You don't have to act invincible with me. I can tell when something is bothering you. If we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, you're going to have to get used to sharing all your hopes and fears with me. Now what's wrong?"
"Nothing. That's what's wrong." Ethan sighed heavily, and I didn't understand. Caressing my hair, he explained more clearly. "All my life, something has always been wrong. This is the first time I've been truly content and it scares the shit out of me."
"I'm scared, too," I confessed. "All the men in my life have wanted to use me and didn't really love me. Never before have I felt truly secured and cherished."
"So, I guess we're just two people who are scared shitless together." He grinned, and I couldn't help but laugh. "That's how we know we're meant for each other."
It wasn't the most romantic way to put it, and yet it was perfect. Ethan was right; we were meant to be together, and the fact that he was just as afraid of it as I was proved it.
Chapter Forty