Chapter 39
39
Ezra
We undress each other rapidly. The hell with taking our time. That was Ezra of the past. Ezra of the future claims naked real estate, fighting Millie’s hands for purchase until her face lands between my legs, and mine between hers. Lying on my side, with determination in my veins, I yank her by the thighs and glue my mouth to her pussy. When she grasps the base of my shaft and rests my crown on her wet lips, I’m not so confident I’ll win this bet.
She licks teasingly first, then slides me in and hollows her cheeks, gripping me so tight, my balls retract. When she hums around my cock, I try to pull back, but she smacks the side of my ass as punishment and draws me in tighter.
I have to win this silly fucking competition. I need those nudes.
With two fingers shoved deep inside her, I do that thing she loves so much with my tongue, the thing I usually save for the finale.
“Not fair,” she yells when she pops off my cock with a slobbery smack . “You play dirty.” Whimpering, she doubles down on her efforts to suck me off. She rubs my taint, but by the way her movements slow, then pick up, then slow again, I can tell I’ve got this in the bag.
That’s it, Millie. Come for Daddy.
“Fuck, fine.” Her body goes limp, and she concedes.
Good girl . I want to praise her out loud, but my mouth is otherwise occupied.
My cock rests against her lips, her hot breath teasing the tip and her tongue occasionally darting out as if she needs a taste.
“Right there, right there ,” she cries.
After two more pumps of my fingers and quick flicks to her clit with my tongue, she’s screaming. Her pulsing pussy is confirmation of her climax. I peer up, unwilling to miss witnessing the way her body convulses with every quiver. With the flat of my tongue pressed to her, I let her ride out the last of her orgasm against me.
“ Fuck .” She giggles in euphoria. “ Feels… so… good .”
Once she’s hoisted herself up on her elbows, I give her my prize-winning grin.
“Asshole,” she laughs.
“ Now can I take my time?” I lower my hand to her thigh, but before making contact, I pull away, careful to avoid the sensitive area.
“Sure thing, big guy.” She smirks. “Just give me a minute.”
I patiently— okay, not so patiently —wait for her to return from the bathroom.
Though Millie’s contract is set for three months, there is a good chance it’ll be extended. And why wouldn’t it be? She’s spectacularly talented. She has a weekend off in about a month, so I plan to fly in a day early to watch her perform, then spend the rest of the time worshipping her. Until then, I’ll do everything in my power to make her feel loved.
Love .
I haven’t told her. Not while she was conscious, at least. If I told her now, right before she’s set to leave, would it freak her out? What if she thinks it’s too soon and doesn’t say it back, then leaves behind a huge sack of awkwardness on her way out the door? Could I survive the heartache if she doesn’t return the sentiment?
I’m a grown-ass man. Why is this so scary?
“C’mere, baby.” I lift the sheets and welcome her beside me, soaking in the heat of her body and hanging on to the moment for as long as I can. “How do you feel?”
I love asking her this question after I make her come. I can almost guarantee she’ll curl up against me and purr, totally blissed out.
“Amazing.”
Gently, I roll her onto her back, resting my body on top of hers. I caress her lips with mine, and when she parts in invitation, a pit forms in my stomach. It’s painful, knowing this will be the last time we’re physically intimate for a while. But it’s a delicious sensation, her tongue against mine.
I love you is at the edge of a cliff, ready to take flight. If I say it, will it sink or will it soar?
“I need you, Ezra.”
“Anything for you.” My lips burn a path down her neck, and I pay extra attention to the place where her pulse beats rapidly. The coconut scent on her breasts reminds me of Hawaii and the time I got her off just by sucking on her nipples.
So much has happened since then.
She lets me suck and nip and play for a bit. Eventually, though, she reaches into my side drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. I rock back onto my heels and squirt the liquid directly onto my cock. Once I’ve stroked my length, certain I’m coated in it, I slide my slick fingers inside Millie, savoring her heat and the smooth gliding motion, anxious to feel the sensation elsewhere .
Green eyes sparkle with salaciousness as she notches my cock at her entrance.
Tentatively, I slip inside her a couple of inches, watching her expression for cues.
Back arched, she moans. “More. Keep going.”
Ever so slowly— I told her I was going to take my time —I sink in to the hilt. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me so I’m flush against her chest. We stay like that for a long time, with my cock buried deep inside her and our hearts beating in harmony while I whisper sweet words against her skin.
You’re so beautiful.
I’ll miss you.
You make me feel so good.
Then I move. In and out, over and over, at a steady pace.
“I can feel every inch of you.” Her voice catches on my next slow thrust.
“You’re so tight, baby.” This isn’t enough. I want to crawl inside her skin and stay there so I’m a part of her forever. But I’m on the precipice, my spine tingling.
“Don’t come yet,” she says, clearly picking up on the signs that I’m about to hurtle over the edge. “I want to ride you.”
What my girl wants, my girl gets.
Carefully, I slide out of her and lie on my back. She straddles my hips, spits on my cock for good measure, and lowers her gorgeous body.
“ Thatta girl ,” I praise. “That’s my perfect fucking girl.”
I meet her thrust for thrust, watching the way her tits bounce, tucking away the image for a lonely day. Seeing her like this, in control of her body—and mine—is a colossal turn-on. Her confidence has grown in leaps and bounds since we reunited months ago. And since she’s been dancing again, she’s unstoppable in the bedroom .
But… “Shit. If you don’t get off me, I’m going to come inside you.”
Rather than slow, she doubles down in her efforts. “Do it.”
As an electric surge courses through my veins, I dig my fingers into her skin to still her, my grip so tight I’m sure I’ll leave marks.
Good. Think of it as a going-away gift.
“W-wha—are you serious?” My cock is the hardest it’s ever been. It takes all the strength I have, and then some, to hold back my release. “Don’t fuck with me, Amelia.”
With a mischievous smirk, she splays her hands over my chest and grinds against me.
“Amelia.”
“Ezra.” She pouts. She fucking pouts.
Eyes drilling into her, I buck up into her once. “I need to hear you.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “I want you to come inside me.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you to come inside me, Ezra.”
“ Fuck .” I lick my thumb and rub her clit. “Can you get there with me, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Are you sure? Have you done this before?” I’ve never come inside a woman bare, and the thrill of it has me teetering on the edge of my release.
She shakes her head.
“No, what?” I grit out, pausing my movement on her clit. No , she isn’t sure, or no , she hasn’t done this before? Shit, I’m barely holding myself together.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she pants. “No, I haven’t done this before.”
Knowing I’ll be the first man to come inside her has me ready to explode .
She slowly works herself up and down my shaft while I continue to roll my thumb over her clit, holding back my own release while I work to get her caught up.
“That’s it. Yes. Don’t stop. Just a little… harder, faster .”
Finally exhaling, I zero in on her face. “Ready?”
She gives me a sharp nod, and I drive up into her hard and deep, once, twice, before arching my back and unleashing the loudest moan in the history of ecstasy.
She pulses first, but then I join in, and I can’t separate one from the other—mixing and tangling, our releases lost to the crashing waves.
“ Fuckshitdammitiloveyou .”
Fuck. Shit. Dammit. My lower body stills, but my breathing is ragged.
Did I just say that aloud?
“Millie, I…” Stunned by my slipup, I keep her pinned on top of me, nervous that she’ll bail.
“I love you too,” she replies in the most gentle, out-of-breath voice.
Tears pool in her eyes, but she’s laughing too.
And because she’s giggling, her body relaxes, and my cock slips out. She lowers her focus to the intimate place between us, and I follow her gaze, finding my cum leaking out of her and onto my piercings.
“Holy shit. That’s fucking hot.” I spread her open for a better look, then dip my fingers into her cunt and hold them to her parted lips. “Tell me you love me again.”
“I love you.” The words have barely left her lips before I slide my fingers, coated with our climax, into her mouth.
As I draw them out again, my cock twitches beneath her.
She leans down, hovering her plump lips above mine. “Your turn. ”
“I love you,” I whisper.
Then the taste of us is on my tongue.
A groan rumbles out of me. “Fuck, baby, that’s hot.”
She attempts to roll off me, but before she can, I loop my arms around her waist and force her to sink into me. Just a little longer .
Only when our combined climax is dry and sticky between us do we stumble our way to the shower, where she lets me fuck her—and come inside her—again.
The thrill of seeing my cum run down her leg is addicting. Fuck. I don’t know how I’ll ever give it up.
What’s even more addictive is being on the receiving end of her declaration of love. Now that we’ve unleashed those words, neither of us can stop vocalizing it.
“You sure I didn’t freak you out?” I plug my phone into its charger, then climb into bed.
Millie is on her back, so I lay my head on her chest, nuzzling into her breast like I would a pillow.
“You didn’t freak me out.” She runs her fingers through my damp hair. “Maybe a little cliché in delivery…”
“ Hey .” I sink my teeth into her tit as punishment for that sass, and she pulls my hair in return. “I’m glad you said it back. I don’t know what I would have done if you left me hanging.”
“Thank you for being brave enough to say it first.” She kisses the top of my head.
Warmth blooms in my chest. “Looks like you’re rubbing off on me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Aside from my mom, you’re the most courageous woman I know.”
“First of all, please do not mention your mother while we’re naked in bed.”
I snicker at that .
“Second…” She trails off for a beat, her fingers running listlessly at my roots. “You helped me get that piece of myself back. So, thank you.”
With a kiss to the hollow of her neck, I settle back down and let the delicate rhythm of her heartbeat lull me to sleep.