Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
MAURICIO
Ezra had been right. As I slid my cock into him, it felt like his body welcomed me home. It was as if my soul had been lost and wandering but finally found peace when I joined with him as one. It was a feeling that no other partner had ever given me before. As my body rocked against his in search of the ultimate pleasure, I had never felt more connected to another person in my life. When I leaned down to kiss him, it felt like a circuit completed between us, bonding him to me.
The rational part of my brain should have panicked that I was falling too hard and fast for it to be a good idea. But I wasn’t scared of how intense my feelings were already, despite having known him for barely twenty-four hours. I selfishly wanted more of him, even if that meant doing something outrageous, like accepting his unexpected proposal. Why would I ever say no to a lifetime of feeling so good? The level of ecstasy I experienced while being buried in his tight heat was unmatched by anything else. I wanted all of him, and I wouldn’t accept anything less. If he was willing to be mine, I would happily claim him.
His moans and erotic whimpers pushed me to my limits, as did the way his tight channel embraced me. But when he leaned up to place a lingering kiss on my Vincent van Gogh sunflower, it shoved me past the point of no return. I came with a sigh, thrusting until I was spent. Even though he hadn’t finished yet, I pulled out of him and rumbled with approval as I watched my cum dribble out of his pink pucker. It made some primitive part of my brain eager with excitement as I reached down to tease his hole, watching more squirt out as I pushed my fingers deep into him.
I shifted positions so I could go down on him while I pumped my fingers in and out of him. He cried out as his body moved blindly in search of release. His hands found purchase in my hair as he squirmed under me. I enjoyed keeping him right on the edge, teasing him until his body tensed in anticipation of his climax, and then backing off. Even when he pushed my head down to force me to take more of him, I continued revving him up and staving off his release a little longer. Getting him worked up was reawakening my lust, and I reached down to encourage my dick back to hardness.
A sob escaped from him. “Please, let me come, I’m begging you!”
I let him fall from my mouth, earning me an angry swear. “You come when I say you do.”
He whimpered with frustration as he thrashed under me. “ Please ! I’m so close.” He growled when I stopped him from touching himself. “Damn it!”
There was something gratifying about having Ezra depend on me for his pleasure. It gave me the boost I needed to be hard enough to slide back into his slick heat. As I pushed into him, he arched off the bed with a shout. “ Yes !”
Whereas I had been gentle before, this time I gave it to him a little harder since I knew he was desperate and on the brink. I teased him by speeding up and slowing down with a mix of deep and shallow thrusts as we rutted like animals in heat. He raked his nails down my back as his thighs gripped me hard. It was endearing hearing his incoherent, erotic babbles as he raced toward his climax.
He tensed around me, signaling that it wouldn’t take much more to send him over the edge. All I had to do was reach between us and jerk his cock twice to trigger his orgasm. He shouted my name as he came in spurts that almost reached his chest.
The sight of him at the apex of ecstasy took me to the edge. Guiding his legs back onto the bed, I pulled out and straddled over top of him. Before I could finish myself, he did it for me. After a few strokes, I came on his stomach as I gasped his name.
Breathing hard from the effort, my body trembled from having two intense releases back-to-back. I reveled in seeing our cum mixed on his skin. It made him look thoroughly debauched as he was strung out on pleasure. But more importantly, it made him look like mine . I loved everything about it. Seeing him covered in evidence of our pleasure filled me with absolute certainty about how much I needed him in my life. But was I really going to accept his marriage proposal on our first date?