My Ex is my Bestfriend

We lay in bed, our limbs entangled and our hearts racing. He is still sprawled on top of me, his manhood inside me. We were both catching our breaths from the intense passion we made. We had one at the shower and one here on my bed. And yet it appears it's not enough for him cause he's still showering kisses on my neck.

"Hmmm...Ethan...Uhhh.. Ethan.."

"Cassidy." He said my name with all the passion and lust. I moaned louder. At that, he kissed my lips aggressively and I matched his rhythm. I arched my back, our bodies molding into one. He started thrusting, and I met him passionately. I moaned even louder, raking my nails on his back and sucking on his neck. His ragged breath reached my ear and it turned me on even more.

"Ethan... "

"Cassidy... Cassidy.. "

I woke up by the light shining on my face. I rubbed my eyes and felt a light weight around my waist. Looking down, I saw Ethan's arm on top of it. I looked at my right and I was met with a gorgeous face.

"I can't get tired of this. "

I traced my finger on his eyes, his long lashes, his perfect nose and then his cheeks, then his delicious lips. I played a little while on the hairs growing below his lips, and stole a kiss. I smiled at that and feeling that it wasn't enough, I kissed him again. This time, Ethan held me in place and kissed me back, more passionate. I can't help it, I snaked my arms around his neck and gripped his hair. I groaned against his lips.

"Goodmorning Cassidy," saying that while lightly chuckling. I lightly smacked his shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing to me? "

Caught red-handed, I blushed. "N-nothing!"

"Nothing? But it felt more than that." He kissed me again teasingly. "Cassidy. Finish what you started."

I sat down at the kitchen while watching Ethan cooking for brunch. It's a saturday today and I didn't go for jogging because of this guy. But what's so bad about it if I could get a free lunch? I was mesmerized just by looking at his back. I realized if I ever get married, I hope my husband and I will have these moments. I should choose a husband who knows how to cook. I chuckled at that.

"Why are you giggling like a teenager there?" Ethan asked with a raised brow.

"W-what?"

"I said, why are you laughing? Is this scene so funny?"

"Oh. No. I just thought... Nah let's eat. I'm hungry." I hope he buys that excuse.

"Pfft. Pig."

"What did you say?"

He didn't even bother answering me and turned off the stove. He was busy preparing that I wondered if he's eating all the food there.

"Here you go, My Ladyship." And faced me with two smoking plates of our favorite dish, sardines with egg*. He placed the plates on the table.

"Hmmmm. Yuum!" I said a few graces and immediately dug in. Ethan laughed at my inappropriate behavior. But I don't care, I'm so hungry.

I rubbed my belly feeling oh so satisfied. I felt sleepy already that I yawned twice.

"Pfft. Just like a pig."

"Do I look so fat to you?" I said, glaring hotly at him.

Ethan looked at me carefully. His eyes raked my body as if I was a cadaver he's up to studying. "Hmmm not so, but your cheeks says it all." And he laughed so hard at that.

I pinched my cheeks. True enough, my cheeks got rounder when I started working, making me look a little fat. That's why I always maintain my hair long to give an illusion of having a small face. Who knew he could still see that.

I looked at him furiously. "So what if my cheeks are fluffy? Do you have a problem with that?"

He sighed. He looked annoyed and frustrated. He abruptly stood up and sat on the chair beside me.

"Cass, your fluffy cheeks are not a problem to me. It never has and it never will."

"So-"

"It just literally shouts to the world how adorable you are. And that's what I like about you. I love your fluffy cheeks." And as if words can't express that, he sucked on my right cheek.

Like? Not liked? Just then his hands snaked around my waist, shattering all my thoughts. He continued sucking but this time, his lips are moving south and settled on my neck. I suddenly feel hot, and a moan escaped my lips. He inhaled sharply at that and held me tighter. He let me stand and looked me straight at the eye.

"Cassidy. I'm leaving."

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*sardines preserved in a can. It is sauteed together with an egg.