We gasped at the same time.
You take it so well.
His approval made my walls clamp down harder, and I squirmed at the feel of him so deep. I couldn’t take a breath because his cock was right there, in my fuckinglungs. Ezra rested his forehead against mine, and that small tip forward felt like six more inches. There was nowhere to go. The cabinets behind my head and his unyielding cock in front, I could only squirm like a fish caught on his hook.
“No, no. Don’t run away,” he whispered, finally speaking out loud. “Press those hips into me.”
I wriggled, impaled and uncomfortable. “You’re too big like this.”
“You can take it,” he swore. “Here. Let me show you.”
Planting his hands on the granite, my leg over his elbow was shoved higher. He slid out, stretching my entrance with the thick ridge of his shaft and then thrust roughly back inside. Again. He repeated the movement with more intensity, slamming to the root every time. I could do nothing but hold on and surrender.
Ezra’s hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb digging into the corner of my jaw so he could control the angle of my head.
“Watch,” he demanded. “Open those eyes and watch what I do to you.”
He relaxed his thumb so I could look down. The sight of his thick cock driving into me, the sounds it made when we came together…
Fuck. My teeth split my lip with how hard I bit down, but I couldn’t stop the way I twisted and writhed, locked in a second orgasm so powerful it dragged Ezra over the edge. He pulled outat the last second and spilled over my stomach, cock twitching through the mess he made as he drew out his own pleasure.
Our breaths mingled in heavy pants as our hearts raced in tune. My body was sore, and I ached in deep places, but I was beyond satisfied. The cozy glow in my chest told me Ezra was, too. The kitchen faucet suddenly burst, shooting water at max capacity.
The spray saturated the counter and the bottom cabinets beneath the sink. Eyes wide, I met Ezra’s raised brow with a sheepish grin.
“I uh… I didn’t mean to do that.”
I knew he wasn’t mad. He dug under the sink to cut off the water and laughed the entire time. Even when I told him to shut up.
“It’s not funny!” I pouted, but his joy was contagious.
The kitchen was a wreck, my magick was still on the fritz, and we had to start completely over with the cookies… but I was so damn happy. Easing off the counter and onto numb legs, I grimaced at the mess I knew I looked. However bad the kitchen was,Iwas ten times worse.
“You’re beautiful,” Ezra said, watching me from where he stood at the sink.
I shrugged off the compliment but still blushed.
“Really,” he insisted. “I’ve never seen you glow more.”
“It’s the siren call, you sap.”
Carefully maneuvering around the fallen baking items, he came closer and shook his head.
“No, babe. It’syou.”
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
My stupid eyes didn’t get the memo and filled with tears anyway. Happy ones. My siren call really was a problem, and it was why we were still here at the cottage and not starting the fall semester at school, but he was very earnest in his delivery. Itmade it easier to believe him when he said sentimental shit like that.
I bent over to pick up the ruined batch of cookie dough, but Ezra took it from my hands and set it on the counter.
“We can clean up later.” His eyes scanned me from head to toe, lingering on his seed still coating my skin. “Why don’t we go take a dip in the pond to wash off? Maybe you can practice breathing underwater.”
“You mean with your dick in my mouth?” I asked, arms crossed.
He didn’t bother denying it. That saucy wink said it all.
“Hey, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help you learn to control your magick. This is just me doing my part.”
