The Woman on Train Track 69. Part 4

The next morning, the alarm goes off, and I groggily reach out to turn it off. Ethan is already awake, sitting up in bed, his blue eyes focused on something distant. He turns to me as I settle back onto the pillow, a small smile on his lips.

"Morning," he says, his voice low.

I stretch, my body aching slightly from the physical exertion of the day before. "Good morning," I reply, my voice still thick with sleep.

As we make our way I can feel Ethan's gaze on me, also his anticipation of seeing Vivian again. The train ride is crowded, but we find seats near each other. No Vivian on the train this morning. 

At the end of the day, we make our way back to our condo, the air thick with disappointment. Ethan closes the door behind us, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You look beautiful Nina," he says, his voice low. I smile, my eyes meeting him. "Thank you," I reply, my voice soft.

He steps closer, his hands reaching out to cup my face. I lean into his touch, my eyes closed, my body aching for him. He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his penis hardening against me, his desire obvious.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth on my skin. "You taste amazing," he whispers, his voice low.

I moan, my body arching against his. He unbuttons my blouse, his hands sliding inside to cup my breasts. He leans down, his lips capturing one of my nipples through the lace of my bra. My back is arching as he sucks and nibbles on it.

He switches to the other breast, his hand sliding down to my skirt, his fingers tracing the line of my thigh. He unzips it, his hand sliding inside to cup my vagina. I moan, my body aching for him. He slides a finger inside me, his thumb on my clitoris. I moan, my body writhing against his touch.

He smiles, his eyes meeting mine. "I want to taste you first."

He drops to his knees, his hands pulling my skirt up over my hips. He leans in, his tongue licking slowly. I moan, my body arching against his touch. He licks and sucks, his fingers sliding back inside me. I moan, my body reacting against his touch.

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire. I moan, my body convulsing as I come, my juices flooding his fingers. He licks and sucks, drawing out my orgasm. He stands up, his penis rock hard and ready. He unbuttons his pants, his cock springing free. I reach out, my hand wrapping around his shaft. He moans, his body arching against my touch.

I stroke him, my hand sliding up and down his length. He groans, his body aching for me. 

"Fuck me," I whisper.

He pulls me closer and pushes inside me, my body stretching to accommodate him. I moan, arching against him. He starts to move, his penis sliding in and out of me. I moan, my body writhing against his. "Harder."

He grips my hips, he’s slamming into me. I moan, my body aching for more. He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. His body pumps into mine, his penis hitting the right spot with each thrust.

I moan, my body convulsing as I come again, my orgasm washing over me. He groans, his body aching for release. He moans, his body convulsing as he comes, his cum filling me.

He pulls me up, his lips finding mine in a deep, breathless kiss.

“That was incredible,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice low and rough.

I smile, meeting his gaze. “It was,” I whisper, still catching my breath, warmth humming through me.

We sink onto the bed, tangled together, hearts steadying in sync, already thinking of tomorrow, hoping to see Vanessa again.

Part 5 to come
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