Hold her gaze

Ethan holds her gaze, staring deep into her deep blue eyes. She returned the gaze, keeping her own stare fixed on him intently. The two have a silent conversation, beyond words, letting their eyes do the talking. Ethan takes a breath. Layla bites into her lip softly. They understand each other, but know it must be made verbal to be made real.

Eventually, Layla breaks the stalemate. "Do you-"

"Yes," Ethan answers, having heard enough.

Layla exhales, a bemused smile filling her face. "You don't know what I was going to ask..." she moves towards Ethan, closing the distance between them slowly.

"Don't I?" Ethan moves towards her as well, cutting her journey short. They end up face-to-face after only a couple paces, although Layla's height advantage makes it slightly off-level.

She smacks her lips, making a slight purring noise in her throat. "Well..." she reaches out looping her arms over Ethan's shoulders. "You just agreed to quite the ordeal..."

"Did I now?" Ethan's hands move towards her voluptuous hips, grasping them firmly. "Well, I think I'm up for the task."

Layla chuckles softly, her face moving in. "I wasn't lying though... I do need to sleep..."

Ethan returns the smile, waiting for her plush lips to reach his. "Guess, we'll have to make this quick."

Layla slows slightly, just enough to get a final word in. "Damn."

Their lips meet. The kiss is soft, tender really, although there is nothing chaste about it. Ethan pulls Layla in tight against him, feeling fat tits against his slightly heaving chest. His hold on her hips shifts, grasping her backside slightly, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh. For her part, Layla deepens the kiss, quickly introducing her tongue into the mix. Despite Ethan taking the lead everywhere else, she quickly dominates his mouth, making it clear she is the one kissing him. Not that he minds, more than happy to savor the feeling of her impressive assets against him.

All of them, he realizes.

Against his front, he feels her poking him through her pants. She's hard as fuck already, having risen up to full mast in no time. Ethan's hard as well, but his is the cock of a mere mortal, and hers a one of a goddess. The comparison hardly feels fair. A week ago, Ethan would have been troubled by that, but now it felt almost right to him. He doesn't think about that however, his mind thoroughly distracted by what's real and in front of him.

Realing this isn't the place, the two start to move, not really breaking off from each other. Kissing and groping their way inside, they awkwardly fumble their way up the stairs, moving towards Layla's bedroom. Along the way, Layla shifts a hand off Ethan's shoulder and down the front of his pants, grasping his manhood and giving it a good squeeze. Quivering slightly, Ethan isn't sure if she should return the favor, trying to tug down Layla's pants as his brain spirals. The two end up at their destination before that and quickly start to tug at each other's clothes. Failing, they end up falling over, Layla's pants around her thighs, and Ethan's shirt over his eyes, neither properly noticing the bed before they bump into it.

Chuckling slightly, the tumble onto the bed amusing to her, she finishes pulling her own pants off. "You okay?"

Ethan gets his shirt off the rest of the way. "Never better." He spots her massive prick between her thick thighs, his heart beating faster at the sight.

Layla doesn't notice, too busy tugging off her own shirt. Her prodigious chest bounces slightly when freed, the motion drawing Ethan's gaze, and the now very naked Layla notices him looking now. Smiling, she leans forward, the weight of her breasts shifting. "Let me help you with these..."

Ethan isn't sure what she means until she reaches for his pants, tugging them off impossibly fast. Now just as naked as she is, Ethan feels Layla's gaze on him, or more specifically on his cock. He can see the desire in her eyes, or at least he thinks he does for the few scant seconds he can pry his gaze off her tits and prick. He isn't sure how exactly Layla wants to proceed, although she might be giving him a hint. Although the throbbing of her own cock might suggest she'd prefer something else. Ethan figures he has a moment to set the pace while Layla is busy gawking.