Chapter Nineteen Ezra #3
Her skirt is up around her waist, her panties pushed to the side, showing off her glistening center. Her hair is wrecked from my hands, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her neck peppered with bite marks. She’s a fucking vision. A true work of art.
“What?” she whispers into the quiet cidery.
“You’re perfect.”
She laughs lightly, darting her gaze away. “I’m not.”
“No, Sunny,” I say, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “You are. Believe that. Believe me. Believe in yourself.”
Her eyes flash, and she knows exactly what it is I’m referring to, and it has nothing to do with this moment.
Believe in your dreams. Believe in your passion. You’re not a failure.
Then she grabs and pulls me to her. She kisses me hard as she scoots to the edge of the machine. My cock brushes against her, and I could cry at how good she feels as I press into her.
Too good, actually.
Shit.
I wrench my mouth away. “Wait, wait. I need—”
“No,” she says, reading my mind. “No, I want to feel you. All of you. If that’s okay.”
“Okay? Jesus, Sunny, it’s more than okay. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. But are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m good if you’re good.”
“I’m good.”
“Then do it, Ezra. Fuck me bare. Leave your mark on me.”
I slide inside her slowly, with more patience than I’ve exhibited before.
Mine, the word echoes in my head as I bury myself to the hilt.
I pause, letting her get used to the feeling of me. Hell, letting myself get used to the feeling of her.
I’ve never been with anyone like this before, with nothing between us. And now that I’ve had it . . . I’m not sure I could ever go back. I wouldn’t want to, not with her.
“Ezra, I need you to move.”
“I can’t.”
She laughs. “Why not?”
“Because if I do, I might come, and I really want this to last. Give me a second?”
She nods and lets me have it, my head resting in the crook of her neck while I talk myself down from the edge. I have no business being ready again so soon, but this is Summer we’re talking about. I’m always ready.
When I get my heart rate as under control as it’s going to get, I move.
She groans when I do, and I want to say The feeling’s mutual, but I keep it to myself as I pull out until just the tip is sitting inside her.
Slowly, I push back in.
“Fuck. You feel like heaven, you know that?” I say as I look down, watching myself slip inside her again. “Unlike anything I’ve ever felt. And I can’t . . . I can’t hold back, Sunny. I just fucking can’t.”
“Then don’t.” Her leg wraps around me, drawing me into her more. “Give me everything you have.”
I pound into her, the machine thumping against the wall. For a moment I worry about it breaking, but I realize I don’t care. Let it break. I’ll buy a new one and grin as the money leaves the bank account.
My hip throbs as I thrust into her over and over and over again, but I push the pain down. Besides, it’s nothing compared to how good it is to be inside her like this.
And it is good. So good that if I don’t get her off soon, I’m going to completely fucking embarrass myself. I sneak my hand between us, pressing my thumb against her clit and drawing short circles.
“Yes.” She moans into my ear. “Yes, that. More.”
I press harder, and I’m rewarded with another pleasure-filled sob.
“Ezra . . .” she says, digging her nails into my back. “I’m going to . . .”
“Do it, Sunny. Come on my cock. Let me feel you milk me dry.”
I barely get the words out before her pussy spasms around me, and it’s all it takes to send me right over the edge behind her.
I come and I come and I come some more. It’s more than I ever have before.
When we’re both spent and out of breath, only then do I pull out. I look down and grin at the mess that’s leaking out of her and all over the machine.
Unable to help myself, I gather the mix of us on my finger and push it back into her.
She groans, tossing her head back as I slide my digit in and out of her slowly. I’m not doing it to get her off. I’m doing it because I want every drop of me in her.
After a while I pull away, helping her down off the machine onto shaky legs, and she smiles up at me.
“That was . . .”
“Definitely going to require me to scrub the security tapes?”
She laughs. “Yeah. That.”
She presses to her tiptoes, laying her lips against mine softly, and I sigh.
“Thank you, Summer,” I say.
She pulls back, tipping her head to the side. “For what?”
“For giving me all of you. For giving me you. For being . . .”
Mine. The word comes back in full force, and I choke it down.
“For being you,” I finish.
“You’re welcome.” She winks with a smirk. “I’m going to go get cleaned up.”
I nod, letting her walk away.
I watch her go, my mind racing with so many things I want to say to her. So many things I shouldn’t be thinking.
I had no idea that whatever it is between us would lead us here. That I’d be deep in thoughts I never thought I’d have. That I’d be feeling a way I swore I would forever avoid because I’m not whole, and someone like her deserves someone who is.
But I am, and I have no idea how I’m going to stop.
Or that I want to.