Chapter 21 #2
“Feels so good,” I whisper, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, needing all of him. “I want you inside me.”
His eyes hold mine as he puts a little space between us. “I don’t do one-night stands, Scarlett.”
“I don’t, either. Eventually, you’ll realize that.” My hands move down, sliding the fabric below his hips. My heart thuds erratically as he steps out of his clothes. The sight steals every rational thought from my mind.
Ezra is beautiful, powerful in his vulnerability, with defined muscles.
“I have clay all over me,” I whisper as he leads me toward the bed. “We’ll dirty your sheets.”
“Writers. A little mud never hurt anything.” He laughs, playfully shaking his head, leaning me back onto the quilt. “I also own a washer and a dryer.”
I scoot up the mattress as Ezra moves to me.
He settles between my thighs, his thick cock pressing against my entrance.
Feeling the tip of him ignites every nerve ending in my body.
The intensity of his gaze pins me in place.
My pulse thuds under his lips as they travel across my neck and collarbone.
Ezra brushes featherlight kisses onto me that turn into something hungrier and more urgent.
He tastes every curve and hollow, visibly savoring my skin.
My breath catches when his mouth finds my breast, tongue circling my sensitive nipple, before he takes it into his mouth. Sparks of pleasure shoot through my body, pooling low in my belly. My fingers grip his shoulders, pressing into his skin as my hips lift.
Desire transforms into desperation, and I need him buried deep inside me. I arch into his mouth, seeking the friction and heat, breath escaping in shallow gasps.
Ezra’s gaze is full of unspoken promises and a hunger that steals my breath away. The way he’s looking at me causes a jolt of pleasure to spiral through me. He shifts forward, guiding himself inside me, stretching me wide. My breath catches, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of him filling me.
“Scarlett,” he breathes, the rough edge of his voice brushing my skin. His hips roll forward, going deeper, until our bodies align perfectly, leaving no space between us.
“You were meant for me.” I gasp, gripping his shoulders, desperate for more. He pulls out, nearly leaving me empty, before plunging back inside, setting a rhythm that leaves me trembling. Each thrust is punctuated by our synchronized breaths.
His forehead presses to mine, and I lift my chin to capture his lips.
“It’s never felt like this,” he whispers, the confession raw, vulnerable.
It shakes something deep in my soul.
“Same,” I admit, fingertips tracing along his jaw, thumb brushing over his parted lips. His mouth captures mine again. It’s fierce and tender all at once. Our tongues slide together as he moves with more urgency. Soft cries release from my throat as he hits me in just the right spot.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “I’m about to come.”
His fingers thread through mine, holding my hands above my head, pinning me to the mattress, fucking me harder.
The orgasm sneaks up on me and quickly takes me under.
I cry out with pleasure and see stars as he keeps slamming into my G-spot.
The friction of his movements sends goose bumps across my skin.
“Shit,” he says as my pussy pulses around him.
Every thrust, every touch, builds me back up.
I tilt my hips to meet his rhythm, matching each stroke, drawing him deeper inside.
Our bodies become one fluid motion, tension building rapidly, a storm gathering strength.
“You’re perfect,” he says, his voice rough.
His lips find my neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin.
“Ezra. If you keep doing that…” Words escape me, a plea, a prayer, a promise, all wrapped into one. My body tightens.
“I’ve got you,” he says, gripping my hip, slowing his pace until I’m nearly shivering in anticipation. “Mm. Let go, Scarlett.”
My vision blurs as ecstasy washes over me again. Pleasure erupts as the fourth orgasm takes over, breaking through every wall I’ve ever built. I cry out, holding him as my body trembles beneath him, waves of my release cascading endlessly.
“I’m so close,” he whispers.
“Inside me,” I nearly plead. “I’m on birth control.”
He slows his pace to study me.
“Please,” I whisper.
Ezra kisses me, slow and tender, as his entire body tenses. He buries his face against my neck, a guttural sound escaping him as he meets me on the other side, spilling inside me. We’re lost in the moment.
Time holds still as we cling to each other until our breaths calm.
Ezra shifts onto his forearms, gazing at me with awe.
“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers, brushing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“I don’t think I’d survive if you did,” I admit.
Ezra moves off of me and pulls me closer to face him. He wraps his arms around me, and his fingers trace down my spine. I burrow into his chest, and our breathing falls into a steady, relaxed rhythm. I’m so happy.
“By the way, your rooster tried to attack me.”
Ezra chuckles. “You thought I was joking, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” I sigh dramatically. “He chased me to the porch.”
Ezra’s mouth curves into a lazy grin. “He’ll get used to you.”
“He needs anger management classes,” I reply.
Ezra brushes hair behind my ear. “He’s harmless.”
I trail my fingertips over Ezra’s chest. “Thank you,” I say with a contented sigh.
“For what?” The air around us hums, a calm after the storm of passion.
“For proving that feeling like this was still possible.”
He holds me a little tighter. “I should thank you for the same thing.”
Our breathing slows, and I pull away, stealing a glance at him. Ezra’s eyes are closed, lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. A small smile lifts the corners of his mouth as my fingers trace lazy patterns along his collarbone. He peeks at me. “You’re staring.”
“Just admiring you,” I say.
Ezra’s fingertips trace a slow path along my shoulder, leaving trails of goose bumps in their wake. My body is spent and exhausted yet satisfied. I sigh into the silence.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
“That I don’t want to leave this bed,” I admit, my voice muffled against his chest. “Or you.”
His lips brush my temple. “Then don’t.”
Outside, the night grows quieter, and the earlier chorus of crickets fades into a gentle hum.
Ezra shifts and pulls the blankets higher around us. “Sleep, Scarlett,” he whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
His words wash over me, and my eyelids grow heavy.
I relax against him, my breathing matching the steady rise and fall of his chest. For the first time in years, the future feels wide open, full of possibilities that no longer scare me.
Tonight, I’m staying with him, but is it too early to think about forever?