Chapter 21-Ezra
The lady never has to ask twice.
“Ezra.Bedroom.Now.”
I can’t resist scooping her in my arms but my belly clenches when we pass Wyatt’s door. Christ, let him sleep soundly tonight.
Setting her down once we’re inside her room, I use my hip to close the door. Then, another horrible potential cock-block occurs to me. “I don’t have any condoms.” Fucking hell, if I have to go out and get some, I will, but I might have a heart attack from the way I’m burning up for her.
She snorts. “You don’t need them. I’m on the pill. Assuming you’ve not been having unprotected sex with other partners?”
I’m chuckling because that’s definitely something I haven’t been having. “No, not at all.”
I exhale, begging my heart to slow down a little and begging my cock to hold on long enough for her to come. Bracing myself with one arm, I admire the beautiful woman before me as she sags against the door, staring at me with hunger and eagerness. I lean in slowly for a soft, lingering kiss, taking the time to relish this moment and the knowledge that she’s mine. At long last. Tonight. She is mine.
Pliant lips and shared breaths, our kiss deepens. Our tongues wrestle and she releases a soft, sexy moan. The kiss turns desperate, fueling the desire I’ve struggled to keep contained. Lying with her last night and behaving myself was challenging. Waking up so hard this morning I thought I’d combust was torture… until I fucked my hand in the hall bathroom’s shower. Even doing that, I know this will not be a slow, gentle session of love making. It will be fast and furious and hotter than her fever ever climbed. It’s what we both need. It’s all we’re both capable of right now.
“Off,” she orders, tugging at my t-shirt. A blink and it’s gone. Her fingernails graze down my pecs and abs and the pleasure-pain has me sucking in a deep breath as my cock aches for more. It feels so fucking good when she touches me, when she stares at me like that. She surges forward and licks one of my nipples. I nearly come in my pants when she bites it softly. Goddamn, she’s going to end me before things get started like that.
I have no pretty words to share as I rip her pajama top apart like a man possessed. Callie gasps but also giggles as the buttons go flying in half a dozen directions. Fucking hell, Callie’s tits. I’ve fantasized about them, touched them that night at the arena and in the kitchen earlier but I’ve never seen them. Warm to the touch, perfect handfuls, and capped by tight russet-brown buds that have my mouth watering.
“Mine,” I growl, my voice so rough I barely recognize it. Leaning in, I lick a nipple and my eyes close when I feel her fingers sinking into my hair. “Use me,” I murmur, loving the way she pulls on it as I work her up. Playfully teasing, I suckle and then blow on her nipple as my fingers gently pinch and tug at the other.
She tenses, squeezes her thighs together and squirms under my ministrations, biting back moans and begging for more. Dropping to my knees, I stare up at her as I pull her bottoms down, exposing that sweet pussy.
Mimicking her earlier actions, I slide my hands down her heaving chest, chuckling at the way she sucks in her belly when I touch her there. “I’ve neglected my crunches for, um… ever. And, I had an emergency C-section,” she whispers, sounding self-conscious.
Does she imagine I’ll find some imperfection to criticize? Never. She’s everything I’d want in a woman and she’s the only woman I want. My finger traces the faint scar I hadn’t noticed in the training room that night. An emergency C-section. I don’t know the story of her labor or his birth. I want to know every detail and curse every second I wasn’t there for her when she might’ve needed someone.
But, tonight is for other things. It’s for us and it’s my job to reassure any doubts in her mind.
“This only reminds me of your strength and that beautiful little boy and how fucking in awe of you I stand, Callie. And, you don’t have to do anything at the gym for your body to turn me on. Ever.”
She sags against the door again, smiling down at me. I encourage her to spread her legs. I want to lick her until I’ve stolen every drop of arousal she has to give. I want to fill her with my cum after that. Again and again.
But, she only allows me a taste before her hands twist through my hair pulling me back. “Do you know what I kept thinking about earlier when I was in the shower after I saw you putting away my laundry, Ezra?”
Confused, I just smile and shake my head.
“I thought about how much I want to ride your dick.”
I laugh as she walks past me toward the bed.
But, when she kicks her pajama bottoms free from her ankles and drops her ruined top to the floor so she’s completely and gloriously naked for me, my laughter ends as I quickly rise to join her. The lady has said what she wants and who am I to say no?
Together, we fall onto the bed, me pulling her on top of me. I inhale that orange blossom fragrance from the fresh sheets and from Callie’s sweet skin, joy bursting through my veins.
We grapple with my jeans; unbuttoning, unzipping and wrangling them down past my hips. The head of my cock was trapped under the waistband of my boxer briefs and Callie smirks as she frees the angry red, swollen head. She licks her lips and leans down to kiss me there. I silently work through a difficult math equation to avoid coming all over her face.
“You do have a tattoo,” she murmurs, noticing the ink.
It’s a bit dark in here and I’m not ready to talk about that yet but we will. I give her a nudge, my eyes flicking down to my cock. “You said you wanted to ride it. Get on it, darling,” I husk, knowing I’ll come too fast but wanting to at least come in her.
That nervous knot is back in my belly as she slowly straddles me because, fuck me, it’s been a long time and she means more to me than any other woman ever has. But, when she cups my cheek, staring down at me with a twinge of apprehension flickering in those soft hazel eyes, I forget all of mine.
“I can’t wait to feel you squeezing me, Callie.I want you so much.”
A trembling smile as she sucks in a deep breath. Her wet pussy brushes against my cock and we moan together. My hands find her waist and she braces hers on my chest. I caress the small of her back, glide over the flare of her hips and down to her rounded ass. She grips me, causing beads of precum to form on the head before she rubs me along her swollen lips.
“Fuck… like that,” I groan.
She surprises me then, just as she’s been doing from the day we met. Without a second’s hesitation or caution, she slams down on my cock, taking every thick inch of me in. “Fuck, yes,”she hisses, sounding like the wanderer who’s come home. That’s what she feels like to me. Home.
And then, she rides me. So hard and so fast, I’m surprised I don’t come with the first rhythmic rock of her hips. The sounds of our flesh slapping together and her breathy little grunts are so fucking hot.
But, she’s chasing her climax, afraid it will escape her, afraid I’ll let her fall without reaching the summit. That’s all it takes to steel my resolve that this is going to be the ride of her life, the first of many.
Gripping her hips, I slow us just enough for her to feel my every thrust. I lick my finger and start rubbing her clit. She bites her bottom lip and joins me in the rhythm I’ve set, bright eyes giving me the control. “Feel how much I want you as you take my cock, beautiful. Every inch, you feel so good.”
“Ezra…”
“Yeah, little hummingbird. Sing for me.”
It doesn’t take long for her to find her first bliss. I love it when her eyes roll back and a wavering cry slips past her lips. The most beautiful noise I could imagine.
“You get as many of those as you want,” I promise, ignoring the absolute agony of my balls begging to empty themselves inside her wet heat.
“As many as I want?”
“Yes.”
She tries to give me that sassy look, that ‘I don’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth, Ezra Sokolov’ look so I smack her ass and buck my hips, slamming up into her harder, faster.
“As. Much. As. You. Want,” I tell her, punctuating every word with a powerful thrust. She gulps and makes a needy little mewling noise. “You wanted to ride this dick, Callie?” She nods, emphatically. “Then, you’d better hang on.”
She clings to my shoulders, her mouth screwed up in a silent scream of pleasure as I let her have it. “Holy… Ezra,” she gasps. What I’m doing to her isn’t strictly holy but it feels divine.
My mouth latches on to her breast, sucking and nibbling, my cock slides in and out of her tight heat, furious pumps filling her to the hilt. My finger gathers up her wetness and dips into her other hole. Applying just the right amount of pressure, she shatters as her second orgasm slams through her, hot and wild and coming apart like a fury unleashed. Exactly what I wanted.
Her cunt is still milking me, still hungry for more, even as she’s lying bonelessly on top of me, panting and babbling. I keep thrusting, fucking her like my life depends on it. I’ve wanted her for so long so how can I resist this pounding, punishing pleasure for us both?
The bed squeaks in complaint but nothing stops me from reaching my own blinding lights and explosion this time. Every inch of my flesh wants to worship her. Every ounce of my soul cries her name. The rush consumes me, the fantastical high before the slow ebbing away into contentment.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt, sated but wanting more energy to keep going. Maybe in a few minutes? I caress her side and tell myself a few minutes and then more. My mind is blissfully free and my heart fills my entire chest.
But, as my pulse slows, she’s still sprawled out on top of me, the rapid rise and fall of her chest the only signs of life. “Callie? Are you alright?”
For one moment, I’m afraid that I’ve done something wrong until she lifts that chin and snorts back laughter. “Am I alright? I was the one on top but you just fucked my brains out, Ezra. What in the hell?”
“So… that’s good?”
She laughs, her tinkling laughter like the breeze, making me grin. “Very, very good. Excellent.”
“Well, I aim to please.”
“Oh, you please.”
“Sorry I couldn’t hold out longer. It’s been so long and I couldn’t.”
“There’s no reason to apolo-”
“Six years, one month and nine days.”
“Six… WHAT?!”