Dottie 17.
Beds. Such a simple invention, something soft to lie upon and slumber. But fuck if they don’t make the difference between phenomenal sex and transcendent sex. My right hand grips the back of Ezra’s head, pulling at his hair, holding him against my breast. I don’t need nipples to feel the coarseness of his beard abrade my flesh, or the suction of his mouth, the laving of his tongue. Just knowing Ezra is my man and he’s doing his level best to make me cum is enough to get my juices flowing.
I’ll admit I was a little nervous when he started rapidly undressing me. My brain and body were all discombobulated, knowing he’d be seeing me naked for the first time. It’s crazy, considering the intimacy we’ve shared so far, not to mention the emotional intimacy that binds us closer each day. I’ll probably never forgive myself for referring to him as a mistake, but I do believe that the last several weeks of Ezra proving himself “worthy” of me has given us such a unique opportunity to build a solid foundation to carry us well into the future. I don’t want to get ahead of myself too much, but…I love him. All of him. The good. The bad. The dangerous. The son and brother. The killer.
I will never be 100% okay with the Kosher Nostra and his role, however, I do see the purpose. I understand why they exist and the balance they provide. And so long as I’m not washing blood out of his clothes, I can compartmentalize. Devorah, the housekeeper at the family compound, has already reassured me that she and her team handle all mishpocheh related laundry needs. He will come to me physically clean, and I will cleanse his soul. That is the balance I provide for him.
“Ow!” I tug his hair, pulling him off my tit when he bites me.
“First of all, you’re not paying attention. I’m doing some of my best work here and I’d like some appreciation for my efforts.” I smirk at him and roll my eyes. “Second, has your left boob always been bigger than your right?”
Huh? I rear back enough to get a better look at my boobage. Statistically, breasts are uneven. Though…now that I’m looking at them, I can see a marked difference between them. “Yes, but not this much.”
He lifts a shoulder, then licks a path over my stomach, around my belly button, and over my right hip. I suck in a harsh breath when he lifts my leg over his shoulder and inhales. Oh. My. God. That’s so… personal . I know, I know, his penis has literally been inside me. But sniffing my lady garden…
“Oh, fuck!” I drop my head to the pillow and arch my back when he swipes between my legs, hole to clit, and suckles on the little button. I jerk and twitch, sensations running over every nerve ending in my body as he brings my other leg to his shoulder and forcibly spreads my knees wide to open me up.
Hands crawl up my body and cup my heavy breasts. Broad shoulders keep my legs from closing at every lick and suck. He feasts. Eats me like a starving animal. Knocks on heaven’s door one, two, three times, before I tap out. I can’t catch my breath, my vision blurs, and my limbs tremble in the aftershocks.
I’m vaguely aware of a weight on my body, my arms lifting above my head, lips pressing to mine, a tangy tongue teasing my own. I’m brought out of my orgasm stupor by a sharp pain in my left armpit. I hiss when his arm presses against a certain spot. He scrambles up and off me, his dark brows dipping in alarm.
“Baby?”
“It’s ok, you just leaned against me wrong.” I assure him, though my mind starts whirling. I push aside the worrying déjà vu, and spin on his bed, my head hanging over the edge. “Fuck my face?” I ask sweetly, blinking owlishly up at him. His gaze runs down my body once, his head cocking to the side when he stops at my breasts, but he shakes it off a second later.
I’m upset I’m upside down when he starts discarding his clothes. It was thrilling being naked while he was fully dressed. Naughty. Dirty. But seeing him in all his glory…damn he’s a filthy boy.
Tattoos. Check.
Scars. Check. (Why are they so sexy?)
Muscles. Check.
Long, thick, cut cock. Check. Check. Check.
And he’s mine! It’s like God decided to bless me for a shitty childhood and shittier health and gave me the most beautiful man on the planet to have, and touch, and kiss, and lick.
I reach out when he’s close enough, grab his narrow hips, and pull him to me, his cock sliding along my tongue and down my throat in one smooth motion. I smile around his shaft when he groans and drapes his upper body over me like I’ve sucked the muscle function right out of him.
Damn my short arms! I shimmy on the bed, stretch my arm out, and slap his ass. I giggle when he yelps in surprise, and moan when he involuntarily thrusts deeper down my throat. Fuck. I love giving head. Sucking dick. Slobbing the knob. I don’t care what you call it, but when a man smells good, tastes better, and fucks my face with wild abandon, I feel like the most powerful woman on Earth. I’ve never felt as powerful as I do right now, reducing someone like Ezra Kraus to a puddle of desperate need.
I lose my rhythm when his fingers dig into my meaty thighs and push them apart. And I nearly choke when his lips latch onto my throbbing clit. We drive each other mad. I’m determined to hold off my orgasm until I drink his release, but that bastard glides a wet finger into my ass and that’s all she wrote.
“Fuck! Fuck! That’s it, baby, your mouth is so damn tight!” My pleasure is winding down when he stands up, cups my jaw and seats himself as deep as I can take him and unloads. Good Lord, that’s fucking hot.
I lick him clean, use my fingers to wipe around my mouth and press a kiss to his tip. He chuckles, then lifts me bodily from the bed and deposits me back with my head on the pillow. He crawls in next to me, pulling me into his side, dragging my leg over his until we’re completely intertwined.
I doze on and off for who knows how long when I hear him set his phone back on the nightstand. “Mom will have the family doctor here tomorrow morning.”
I sit up, ignoring my nakedness and scowl at him. “What?”
Ezra reaches out, his thumb tracing along my cheekbones. His eyes…so dark, earnest, a fathomless chocolate fountain of love. Shut up, it’s a thing. “I love you, Dot, so damn much.”
“I-I love you too.”
“You tried to distract me with orgasms.”
“They were really, really good orgasms.”
He smiles warmly, “They were. But I know something is wrong. I’ve read—”
“You’ve read what?” I interrupt.
“About mastectomies, breast implants, the cancer gene.” My heart tries to gallop right out of my chest. My stomach flip-flops. And my fingers tingle.
“You did?”
He shakes his head, but his expression is one of fond exasperation. “You are my favorite subject. I can’t be what you need if I don’t know what you’ve been through. Loving you isn’t just orgasms and bike rides.”
“I wish it was.” I whisper, dropping back to the bed and cuddling up close. He wraps his arms around me, and his warmth surrounds me.
“Me too. Loving you is…it is my greatest privilege to provide and protect. Our demons don’t always walk the streets, sometimes they float in our veins.”
Tears. So many tears. I can’t believe him.
“I’m nervous.” I admit, and to be honest, that almost kills me. I don’t like to be weak. I don’t like being vulnerable. I’ve experienced that too much in my life.
He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he pushes me to my back, and lifts my left arm. With the light from his lamp, he inspects my armpit. His fingertips palpate around a small lump that’s tender to the touch. “Fevers?”
“No.”
“Pain in either breast?”
“I’ve had it for years. The surgeon told me it was normal, something I’d have to get used to because the nerves had been disrupted.”
He scowls, then nods once, as if he’s come to a conclusion, and blankets my body with his. His lips find mine, tender and sweet. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. Benign. Cancer. We’ll deal.”
He has done his homework. The last time I went through this…“My sisters—”
“You. Me. We’ll deal with it. And if they play nice, I’ll let your sisters help.” Closing my eyes, I let the laughter that bubbles up explode out of me and I relax.
“Watching you try to tame them will be worth the price of admission.” He nuzzles my neck, drawing circles along my throat with his tongue.
“I’ve got plans for us, Dottie. Big plans. Ain’t nothing going to keep me from seeing them come to fruition.”
He’s so arrogant. “I believe the saying is, while you plan, God laughs.”
“God’s on my side, Dottie. I know it. He opened the door, and I walked through. It was an elevator door, but a door, nonetheless. You and me, we’re going to have a long and happy life together.”
I cling to him, sobbing into his chest. “Please.” That one word, so many pleas. Please be there for me. Please let this be nothing. Please don’t leave me. Please love me through it all.
“Shh.” Ezra rolls to his back, taking me with him. He rocks us back and forth as he presses kiss after kiss into my hair. “I’ve got you.”