Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
EZRA
Mauricio treated me to yet another delicious dinner, making me even more excited to spend the rest of my life with a man who knew his way around a kitchen. I wanted to show him my appreciation, but I also knew I should show restraint.
It left me antsy as we did the dishes, causing him to laugh when he noticed. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m torn.”
“About what?” He dried his hands on a towel after we finished putting the last plate in the dishwasher.
“Because I really want to show you how much I appreciate you and your amazing culinary talents, but I also want to save it for the honeymoon to make it more special. I’m torn between doing what I should and what I want.”
He grinned at my predicament. “Do I get a vote in the matter?”
“That’s fair.” I walked over to embrace him, resting my chin on his chest as I looked up at him. “What do you think we should do?”
“A compromise seems ideal here.”
I could feel my dick starting to perk up at his words. “How do you mean?”
“We could settle for touching each other all over without penetration until we find release. Or I could use a dildo to bring you pleasure so you get relief without it actually being me inside you.”
“No, if anything is going to be inside me tonight, it’s going to be you.” I tugged him down for a demanding kiss that he submitted to. “I refuse to be satisfied with silicone toys when I could have your dick spreading me open instead.”
He chuckled, the low sound of it sending a shudder through me. “Is that your answer?”
My willpower was too weak in the face of my desire for the man who would officially be my husband tomorrow. “Let’s start with touching first and see where that takes us.”
Mauricio led me over to my bed, where we took our time stripping each other of our clothes before falling into bed together. He pulled my body flush against his as we became a tangle of limbs while kissing and letting our hands roam over each other. Even the light petting drove me wild as I rutted against his thigh to find relief from how turned on I was from simple caresses.
I greedily let my hands travel over his body, delighting in every sharp inhale I caused as I ghosted over his sensitive spots. As I traced the map of his body with my fingertips, I memorized every inch of him and claimed it as mine.
When I tweaked his nipple, he tugged on my lower lip with his teeth. It made me jerk against him as my hips rocked against him. Everything felt good, but I was dying for relief. Taking matters into my own hand, I started pumping his dick in the hopes he’d get the hint.
Thankfully, he had no problems returning the favor. He reached between us and started stroking me with tantalizing slowness that no amount of desperately thrusting into his hand would speed up.
It pushed me to the point of desperation. “Please, I need more,” I whimpered against his lips. When he didn’t react, I pushed him onto his back and straddled over him. I rubbed my cock against his with a groan. “I need you, Mauricio. Please !”
He wrapped his hand around both of our dicks and began rubbing them against each other with the most exquisite friction. “I suppose this is still covered under the stipulation of touching only,” he said, amusement lacing his tone.
I answered him with a hungry kiss as I devoured him with the fiery need driving my lust. My hips thrust harder against him as I picked up speed. He squeezed us together as he pumped us, which made me moan as I rocked against him in a ceaseless rhythm. It all felt so good, but it kept me on edge.
“Fuck, want you in me so bad,” I whined as I wished he was deep inside me. “Want to feel you spilling out of me. Mauricio !”
Why had I been so foolish to suggest we stick to only touching?