Chapter 20 - Zoe
Ezra’s hands were on me before I knew it, and without needing to think twice, I leaned into the kiss as he hoisted me into his arms.
I didn’t care where he was taking me or what he was planning—not while my heart was so full of pure admiration and desire for him. Instead, my arms wrapped around the back of his neck while he moved us together, and I focused on kissing him back harder.
He muffled a groan into the kiss as I swiped the tip of my tongue against his lower lip, and without needing to deliberate, he parted his lips, immediately meeting my tongue with a matching fervor.
Our tongues melded hotly together, making a pleasant haze fill my head.
Even while he kept up with my eager kiss, Ezra dropped onto the couch with me in his arms before he adjusted me to straddle him properly.
I moaned as our bodies pressed together, far too needy to want to stop as our mouths moved together with unbridled passion.
Ezra’s hands slid beneath the hem of my shirt and moved to my back, exploring my skin and urging me closer. The desperation in his touch and the way his lips moved against mine made my head spin, helping me to get lost in those addictive sensations.
Unable to wait, I gripped his shirt in return and eased the fabric up, forced to break the kiss long enough to toss it aside. During that moment of brief separation, I caught the hungry gleam in his eyes, and I had a feeling my gaze was much the same.
Something about seeing it in him sent a thrill through my body, and I couldn’t deny how it made me feel even hotter.
At once, he reached for my top and discarded it next to his own, eager hands exploring my curves and sliding up my waist as he greedily felt every inch that he could before reaching for my bra clasp. He unhooked it quickly and, without wasting a moment, pulled the fabric down my arms before dropping it to the side.
Ezra’s almost predatory gaze swept over my half-naked body before he moved his hands higher and pulled me closer.
A breathless moan fell past my lips the moment he cupped my breasts in a greedy, overflowing handful, and he leaned in to place those hot kisses against my skin. His tongue swiped against a nipple while he preoccupied the other with his thumb, tracing gentle circles against it.
Eyes closing, I tipped my head to the side and soaked in the static pleasure coursing through me from his ministrations, savoring the attention he dedicated to each side while squeezing my flesh.
The way he worshipped my body made any possible inhibitions I might’ve had to slip away at once, and I could only think about the raw, intoxicating bliss he was so focused on giving me.
The constant drip of sensations made me want more and more, as though I would never get enough. It made my body ache, sending a warmth between my legs that could only be fully satisfied with Ezra’s help.
With my senses heightened while my body was after every possible touch and drop of bliss he could offer me, I was craving friction. I needed it as if my life depended on it.
Unable to hold back, I rolled my hips into his, making our breath catch at the same time as that rush of pleasure hit us both. It coursed through my body and made me shiver, immediately causing a dependency.
Ezra groaned against my skin as his tongue rolled over my nipple before he pulled away and leaned back against the couch, hands settled on my hips. His eyes closed the moment I ground against him again, and his grip on my skin tightened while his brows pinched together in concentration.
“Fuck…” he muttered, muscles tensing as he took in the sensations I offered.
Losing myself in the haze of the moment, I kept going, ignoring the fact that there were still layers between us.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, Ezra gripped me firmly, then flipped us over in the blink of an eye, pressing my back against the couch cushions. I let go of a surprised sound as I looked up at him, feeling a rush of need all over again.
His eyes raked over me again before he leaned in and secured his lips against my neck, kissing and nipping my skin while his hands roamed and did as they pleased.
“As much as I liked seeing you up there, you’re trying my patience…” he murmured against me with a rough edge to his tone.
Tipping my head to the side, I moaned breathlessly and offered him better access, completely addicted to every touch and affectionate scrape of his teeth against my skin. The feeling alone sent a shudder through me.
He grinned against my skin as a satisfied sound rumbled within his chest, and then he continued south as he left those sloppy kisses, moving with more urgency as he seemed to be losing control.
All the while he moved, I squirmed, silently pleading for more friction. My hands followed him, shifting from his back to his shoulders as he kissed along my hip, letting his tongue dart out occasionally to lick down my skin.
“Feeling impatient, are we?” Ezra teased, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my bottoms as he nipped at my side. “Don’t worry…I’ll give you what you want.”
I shivered when he started edging the material down, revealing more of me. Despite expecting him to delay things by leaving my panties behind, he wasted no time yanking them down.
The moment I was bare in front of him, Ezra’s eyes darkened as if he were taking me in for the first time. His hands glided across my skin and silently admired every inch of me.
“Beautiful…” he murmured to himself as he moved in, resuming his trail of kisses from my hip down to my thigh, where he squeezed the other. His eyes flicked up to me again as he gently sank his teeth into my flesh—hard enough to pinch. “And mine…isn’t that right?”
I flushed from his bite and his words, feeling the weight and privilege of those implications. Swallowing hard, body tight with need, I nodded.
Despite the hum in his throat, it wasn’t enough. He paused the wet kisses he left against my skin to look at me again, gaze possessive and slightly demanding. “Say it.”
The air around us was so thick that I could hardly breathe, but I panted quietly and murmured, “I’m yours…only yours.”
A gleam of satisfaction looked back at me as Ezra grinned against my skin, only for him to chuckle and move closer to the heat between my legs.
My eyes fluttered shut as I gasped and arched slightly once his tongue reached out for me in an agonizingly slow movement. The immediate pleasure rippled through my body and pushed the moan right past my lips.
Ezra hummed against me as he gave in and pressed his lips firmly against my clit before delving in and not caring about resisting those urges. With his hands against the back of my thighs, he dove in with reckless abandon.
My fingers moved straight to his hair, carding through before clutching the strands as my body curled into him, desperately begging for more. His name fell from my tongue as I lost myself in the overwhelming sensations.
His lips, tongue, and the occasional appearance from his teeth all worked in tandem to push me closer to the edge, feasting like he’d never get the chance to again. Without hesitating or questioning what he was doing, he moved with such admirable confidence that my lower belly clenched.
Burning heat coursed through my body while he lapped at my flesh, sparking bliss through my body again and again.
My moans and breathless panting filled the room as I gripped his hair with one hand while the other fisted the cushions beneath me for support, seeking any way to anchor myself while he gave it his all.
Being spoiled so diligently made my end of the bond flutter in my chest in direct response to his care while the pressure built up higher and higher within me.
I didn’t have the chance to overthink anything or doubt whether I was reaching the edges of that precipice.
Instead, Ezra read every silent cue from my body and leaned into them, knowing me far too well for his own good. He focused on certain areas depending on my reactions, and as my thighs caged his head and I became overwhelmed by the intense sensations, he dug in even deeper and pinned my legs against the couch.
I writhed underneath him as that high approached faster than I could wrap my head around, my body convulsing as every wave hit me at once.
Like a knot tying tighter and tighter within my gut, that pleasure squeezed me so tight that I had no choice but to come undone.
Fingers tightening their grip on his hair, Ezra groaned against me and didn’t let up. He sucked against me, sending a harsh shudder through me as I clenched before letting go.
With everything mounting up to that moment, the dam gave way with my release, and darkness filled my vision through that intense crescendo.
As I lost myself in the warm bliss of my high, Ezra guided me through it with his tongue as he lapped against me and let me savor every second of that moment. While his movements slowed and eventually eased up, it was enough to pull the occasional broken moan from my throat as my thighs shook.
With a final hum, his grip on my thighs lessened as he kissed back up my body again, fitting himself between my legs while propping one up, letting me feel how intense his arousal was as it sat heavily against me while he leaned down and peppered kisses around my neck.
Able to feel how pent up he was still, needing his release, lust circulated my system all over again. From how sloppy his kisses were against my skin and the way he gripped me in preparation, I already knew his restraint was hanging there precariously.
When his lips found mine again in a scorching kiss, my heart clenched, and I melted right into it as my hands fell against his waist, eager to keep him close.
With his body pinning me to the couch, Ezra groaned into the kiss as he wrapped an arm around my propped thigh and moved his hips against me. With its aggravated tension, his length created more intense friction between us.
We groaned and panted into the kiss, eager for more. Needing it like our lives depended on it.
As a shiver moved through him, Ezra adjusted himself, lining us up as he captured my lower lip between his teeth.
I whimpered at the feeling, and before I could wrap my head around it, he was already pushing in.
My eyes rolled back with the rush of immediate sensations that made my fingers clench against his waist, and my breath caught in my throat. Clouded by the shock of how intense it felt to be filled by him and the anticipation of what was to come, I could only take in every second of my inner walls stretching to accommodate him.
Ezra groaned as he sheathed himself inside me, panting against my neck as he gave us both the chance to get used to the feeling again.
I nearly felt dizzy from how overwhelming it was in all the right ways, wondering if I’d ever get over the way he could make me feel so many things without even moving. But, of course, as incredible as it was to feel him inside me, it wasn’t enough. I needed more—we both did.
“Always so perfect for me,” Ezra murmured as he pressed a gentle kiss against my neck, slowly retracting his hips before sinking back in.
My head tipped back at the feeling, catching how the pleasure made me feel weightless. I didn’t know how it was possible, but each time we became one, it felt more intense—more intimate than the previous. I didn’t bother trying to bite back my moans, especially not when I knew how much he liked hearing it from me.
Ezra growled low in his chest as he continued to move, gradually building a rhythm that made my back arch as the pleasured sounds fell from my lips. Hands gripping me and hips moving with expert precision, he wasted no time cutting to the chase.
He captured my lips hungrily with his despite how I arched, holding me beneath him as he picked up the pace. Drowning his sounds of appeasement into the kiss, Ezra put his strength behind his thrusts and made sure I felt every inch of him.
My moans and panted breaths came as frequently as the slap of our colliding skin, and while lost in the throes of that passion, I clung to his body as I craved that stable consistency through the force of his movements.
His movements were urgent, further illustrating how raw the moment was as we both gave in and let our bodies take over rather than our minds.
Without any need to think, I followed that want for more and moved with him, bringing my hips up to meet him partway.
Ezra’s breath caught in his throat the moment I did, amplifying that pleasure for both of us. His hips stilled for a moment as he let me take control from beneath him, rolling onto him as I gripped his hips.
I watched as he faltered slightly, panting hard as he tried to hold himself back—clinging to whatever was left of his restraint. His eyes shut as he took in that wash of pleasure before melding his lips with mine.
It was messy yet intoxicating as our mouths and tongues collided while I moved against him almost frantically, seeking out more pleasure for both of us.
But when it became too much, Ezra growled lowly, gripping my hip along with my thigh, and used the force of his hips to take back control of the rhythm.
I gasped as he positioned himself at an angle, allowing himself to move deeper and faster.
With his forehead against mine, he held me and thrust into me roughly, pants and grunts falling from his mouth as he concentrated solely on pushing us further to the brink.
Groaning, I could already feel the pressure mounting within me, chasing after my second high without needing any breaks in between. I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him impossibly close.
Ezra cursed against my skin as he pulled our bodies as tightly together as physically possible, driving himself into me again and again, pushing the boundaries of how far we could both go.
With the rush of pleasure, the air crackling with desire between us, and the mingling of our moans that seemed to pitch higher and higher as it continued, it didn’t take long for us to reach those heights.
When he hit that spot deep inside me again and again, my body couldn’t take it anymore as I clenched around him and cried out, immediately coming undone.
Ezra panted in my ear, unable to hold back his desperate moans and grunts. With one hand as leverage against the arm of the couch, he gave several sloppy thrusts through my release. All the while, his thighs quivered, and he drew in ragged breaths while I clenched around him.
But when the pressure became too much, he found his release soon after as he crashed into his orgasm.
With a groan, he tensed against me as it hit him hard while he buried his face in my neck, grip tight on my thigh before the tension subsided, and he let go of a relieved breath.
Slowly, we both came back down again, faces flushed with warmth as we panted quietly.
Ezra relaxed against me, and while he kept his arms around me, his grip was looser and gentler than before.
My senses were still heightened, but the peaceful quiet that settled between us put my racing heart at ease as we basked in the afterglow together.
He hummed and gently kissed the sensitive spot beneath my ear. His fingers idly traced up and down my side, and he settled into the crease of the couch and pulled my body against his.
Still dazed and unable to think of anything coherent to say, blissed out by it all, I leaned into him and took in his scent.
I was content knowing that we were on the same page and that our mate bond was the priority now.
Being committed to one another was thrilling, and I knew I wouldn’t trade it for anything.