Well, I guess it’s notthatembarrassing. He’s hard as a rock against my ass, so the feeling must be mutual.
His fingers slip inside me once before moving up to circle my clit. He moves in slow circles at first. Not in a tentative way but in a way meant to make me feel like I might come out of my skin if he doesn’t do somethingmore.
I know this is intentional and the brat in me really wants to deny him what I know he’s waiting for me to do—beg him for relief.
I pant.
I squirm.
He doesn’t falter. “What is it, baby?” he teases.
“F-fuck.” I grind my hips forward, seeking what I want.
“Something you need?” He kisses down my neck.
I’m losing my fucking mind. “More.” I couldn’t string together words to form a full sentence right now if I wanted to.
“Morewhat?”
“Please,” I whine, turning my head to the side. My lips seek his, and the needy gesture seems to take him by surprise.
He leans into the kiss, swallowing the moan I release when he finally gives me what I want.
I’m so worked up that it takes only the slightest increase in intensity of his movements before my vision goes hazy, and then black.
He slips two fingers inside me again, my pussy spasming around them as he bites down on the crook of my neck and grinds his thick cock against my ass. “That’s my fucking girl. God, I love the way you feel when you come for me.”
My breathing is heavy as my mind re-enters my brain from somewhere in the ether.
I’m too far gone to register what he’s doing until my pants are fully off and his face is between my legs.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, forcing my thighs into the mattress and sucking my clit between his lips.
“Ezra,” I pant. “I don’t know if I can?—”
I am too sensitive.
Too overstimulated.
“You fuckingcan.”
I’m a writhing mess, nearly in tears.
But when my eyes catch on the movement of his hand over his cock, and the way his arm flexes as he jerks himself, I realize that he’s right.
Ican, and it’s the fact that he’s getting himself off to fucking me with his tongue that gets me there again.
We come together this time, and I don’t think I have ever experienced anything so sexy as the way his body shudders as his moan vibrates against my pussy when we do.
It feels like both minutes and hours later when he curls his body around mine again.
I am jittery, but not in an anxious way. In the way that I can’t control the way my legs oscillate between twitching and shaking.
He pulls me close and I’m slipping quickly into sleep when I think I hear him mutter three words I never thought I’d hear come from his mouth.
But it’s too much, too unrealistic.
I decide I must be dreaming, and I sleep harder than I have since the last time I was in my own bed.
