33. Ezra
I knew the instant Brie fully relaxed around me, the tension in her entire body as she adjusted to my size soothing away like wiping fog off a window.
“That’s it, honey. Told you it would fit. I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m gonna move now,” she said, shifting on her knees to raise herself off me a bit, only an inch or two, before sinking back down. Without the resistance in her pussy, I sank even deeper into her body, and we both groaned.
“Fuck, you take my cock so perfectly.”
“So deep, Ez,” she gasped, her hands coming to my shoulders, head dropping forward as she once again lifted—this time, until barely the tip remained inside—then impaled herself once again.
“Take what you need, honey. Use me. My cock, my body—all of it is yours.”
Her movements were stilted at first, her hips undulating until she found the perfect rhythm and angle. But when she did, my girl used my body like her own personal sex doll, like I was only there to help her seek her pleasure and nothing else.
“You like that, Chef?” she asked as she bounced on my cock, those perfectly full, round tits swaying in my face, her dusty pink nipples begging for my mouth. “You like me on top? ”
I groaned, grasping her hips and digging my fingers into her flesh. “You have no idea how sexy you are. All my wildest dreams brought to life in the perfect fantasy.”
“Your cock feels so good,” she said, her breath sawing in and out of her as she picked up her pace. Each time she sank onto me, her pussy clamped around me, the pressure like a vise, slowly squeezing my release to the surface. Already, it built at the base of my spine, my balls tingling, drawing up, preparing to blow.
My hands dug in harder, and Brie moaned. “That’s it, Ez. Mark me. I want your handprints on my hips and thighs tomorrow.”
“How about my teeth marks on these tits?” I asked, bringing one hand up to cup a breast, laving the tip with my tongue before suctioning my lips around it, scraping my teeth over the tight bud. Then I moved to the swell, sinking my teeth deeper into her smooth, delicate flesh, sucking. She released a long, low moan, telling me how much she liked it. I pulled away, grinning at a job well done. Her skin was marred by the perfect indentation of my teeth, a red mark blooming between, and I knew she’d have a hickey in the morning. I loved it so much, I gave the other side the same treatment. Fuck, I was already hard as a statue, but the idea of seeing those crescents from my teeth on her smooth skin tomorrow made me feral .
I wanted marks like that all over her body—her neck, shoulders, tits, stomach, that impossibly soft skin between her thighs.
Brie writhed faster, her clit rubbing against my happy trail. From the way her pussy clenched me, I knew she was close, and when I reached between us, one brush of my thumb over that bundle of nerves had her coming with a cry. I fucking loved the way her inner walls fluttered around me, how she threw her head back and screamed my name at the ceiling as I gripped her hips tightly and bucked up into her with punishing, jerky thrusts, forcing her to feel every single second of her climax.
“That’s it, my beautiful girl,” I hissed through my teeth, my jaw clenched as I continued to fuck her, racing toward my own release. “You scream my name as loud as you want to. Let the whole fucking world know who fucks you this good. That I’m the only one who gets you like this.”
Brie only nodded, her chest heaving as she continued to move with me, letting me seek my own pleasure.
At last, that pressure at my spine released, my cock pulsing as I called her name, spilling into the condom. Like a chain reaction, she whimpered and broke apart again, head falling to my shoulder as she spasmed and shook.
When we came down, Brie lifted her head to look at me. Those green eyes blazed in the dimness of the room, and the blissed-out smile on her face had the caveman in my chest roaring in satisfaction.
“I want to do this every day.”
I grinned. “My cock is yours whenever you want it. I’ll never get tired of your pussy.”
Brie’s gaze flared but quickly softened. “I don’t just want that, though. I want…everything, Ez. Whatever you’re willing to give me.”
“It’s all yours, Brie,” I assured her. “ Everything .”
She pressed a kiss to my nose. “Me too.”
As much as I didn’t want to pop this perfect bubble and ruin the moment, I said, “Do you think we should talk about… before?”
Brie shook her head emphatically. “No. I don’t want to rehash the past except to say…I can’t go back there, Ez. We’re either all in on this, or we’re not in this at all.”
I brushed errant strands of hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I was an idiot for a long time, Brie, thinking I had to sacrifice my own happiness for the sake of Hansen. But I’ve come to realize that Hansen is happiest when I’m happy too. And I ’m happiest with you. So yeah, we’re all in on this.”
“Forever?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded emphatically, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, branding her taste on my very soul. When I pulled away, I told her, “If you want forever, then I’m yours until the end of our days.”
“I love you,” she blurted.
“I love you more.”
Brie giggled. “Not possible.”
Somehow, though I’d gone soft, I was still buried inside her, and her words had my cock perking up again, rapidly hardening against the tight squeeze of her pussy. “I’ll prove it to you,” I said before I flipped her on her back.
With the confessions of love hanging between us, our joining was nothing short of magical lovemaking.
I rested one hand on the mattress by her head, lifting the other to cup her cheek as I began a slow rocking of my hips in and out of her, languid strokes designed to drive us both insane, so at odds with our frantic fucking the last time. Brie’s eyes fluttered closed, her hips rolling to meet every single one of my thrusts .
“Open your eyes, honey,” I said, and those vibrant greens popped open. “Be here with me.”
“I’m always with you.” She snaked her arms around my neck, pulling me into her, connecting us from chest to groin. Her legs tangled around my back, squeezing me tightly, cocooning me in her embrace.
I buried my face in her neck as I increased the pulse of my hips, working us faster, breathing her in and imprinting every single sensation of this moment on my memory.
“Have I ever told you that you smell like cake batter?” I asked, darting my tongue out to lick a path up her throat. “And taste just as fucking sweet.”
“Ez,” she whined as her legs started to shake.
“Watch me, baby,” I said, shifting to finger her clit. “Watch me as we unravel.”
“I’m here.” Her eyes, though heavily-lidded, locked on mine. They widened slightly as I brushed my thumb against her nub then pumped into her roughly, harder, as I pressed down.
She detonated with a cry, her entire body arching off the bed to meet mine where I hovered above her. I followed her down, the tight squeeze of her pussy milking my own release.
Time warped and stilled, and my heart expanded almost painfully in my chest. This woman was mine, and this round of sex wasn’t simply our first time making love.
It was a claiming, Brie imprinting herself on my soul in a way I knew I’d never be rid of. Hell, I never wanted to be rid of it, of her. Of how tightly she held me, comforted me, brought me back to life. Of her beautiful body and even more impressive mind. Of her laughter, how her green eyes sparkled, shifting from emerald to pine depending on her mood.
I felt like I lived entire lifetimes in the span of seconds, and clear as day, I could see our life together stretch out before us. This was only the beginning.
As we came apart together, as Brie quivered beneath me and my cock pulsed deep inside her, draining me dry, our gazes remained locked, and tears slowly leaked from Brie’s eyes.
I’d barely come down before I rocked back on my heels and gathered her in my arms, holding her tightly to me.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“Not this time,” she said with a wet chuckle, and I lightly pinched her side in retaliation. When she pulled away, she wore the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. “Haven’t you ever seen happy tears?”
Warmth spread through me as I grinned in response.
“I promise, honey. Happy tears are the only kind I’ll ever make you cry.”
“I’m counting on it,” she said, then captured my mouth with hers.
She tasted salty and sweet.
Like forever.
Like mine .