Greaser ☾Ethan Dolan

Thirty Seven ☾

"I-is that.. is that your t-thingy?" I asked not knowing really what else to call it. I definitely was not going to call it a pe..you know the rest. Now way I was saying di- no sir! I could've called it a pee pee, but he would've laughed at me.

He chuckled and put the pillow back on top of.. 'it.' "Yes babygirl, that is my thingy." He said in a teasing tone. I pouted when he made fun of me- which he noticed and I realized my area was.. well it was being weird.. I've never felt like this before..

I'm a seventeen year old virgin, in a beautiful hotel room with the love of my life, and we're in Paris. The city of love.. isn't it?

"What are you thinking about beautiful?" He asked running his fingers over my leg softly not helping the ache in my- well in my.. princess parts. What else should I call it? My hoo-ha?

I bit my lip suddenly feeling embarrassed. Does he know that I feel weird? Can he tell?

I turned and pressed my lips to his again feeling him quickly react and melt his lips with mine. It was like our lips were molded to fit each others- and only each others. My knees went weak and the tingle I was feeling was getting worse.

Ethan grunted when I was the first one to touch my tongue to his lips this time, and he opened up letting me lightly brush the tip of my tongue with his. He pulled me on top of him causing me to straddle his waist as he rubbed my bare back under my silk pj's.

He kissed me with so much love, passion, and need that it was like I was oxygen, and he couldn't breathe. He was gentle and soft but at the same time he was needy and fast.

He grunted making me realize I was sliding up and down on him without knowing and he pulled away. I looked at his lips as they seemed bigger and more red then usual.

"mi stai uccidendo angelo qui." He said tightly holding my waist, and rubbing circles on my skin with his thumbs. I'm killing him? Am I heavy? Oh my goodness I'm probably crushing him to the point where he can't breathe!
(Translation> you're killing me here angel)

"I can't touch you princess, this is torture." He said with a sad look making me confused.

"Y-you're touching me right now." I said quietly, he smiled weakly and flipped us over so now I was underneath him. He sighed and ran his fingers softly along my cheeks, and smiled down at me with a look in his eyes that twinkled.

"That's not the touch I mean precious." He said rubbing my sides through my silk shirt, slightly tickling me- not purposely. He must have noticed my confusion and lifted up my shirt slightly.

"I want to kiss every inch of you're body, and show you how much I love you, but you're not ready my love, and I respect that." He said running his fingers along my tummy.

I gulped as his fingers trailed along my skin leaving trails of tingles and heat with them everywhere they went. My breath got heavier when the ache down there started to grow.

"E-ethan?" He hummed raising his perfect eyebrows waiting silently for me to continue. I bit my lip not knowing exactly what to say. "I-it feels.. it feels t-tingly." I whispered looking in to his eyes as they went from twinkly green, to dark brown. I still don't know how he does that.

"Where kitten? Where does it feel like this." He asked, causing my cheeks to turn red. I sat up from my laying position and got close to his ear. I opened my mouth to answer stalling- not knowing how he would react. Would he think is was weird? A freak?

"M-my princess parts daddy." I whispered so quietly I could barely hear. I watched him clench his jaw then unclench it, and he looked into my eyes softly pushed me down on the bed.