34. Ezra
Near-blinding sunlight streaming through the open curtains pulled me from sleep the next morning. Sometime in the night, the storm had broken, but Brie and I had been too wrapped up in talking and trading orgasms to notice. Still asleep, she sprawled across me—her head on my chest, arm slung over my middle, leg hooked over mine. My hand was buried in her hair, and I’d forever marvel at the silky strands, obsessed with the way they slipped so easily through my fingers. Her mouth was parted slightly, adorable puffs of air leaving her and fanning over my chest. Sighing contentedly, I wrapped my arms tighter around her, and she whimpered in her sleep before settling again, a small smile on her lips.
Fuck, I loved her so much it hurt.
This strong, selfless, gorgeous, insanely talented woman; a woman I had no right calling mine, but one I’d wake up to on thousands of mornings just like this. I vowed to be the best man for her. She deserved nothing less than my everything.
“Good morning.”
I turned toward her sleepy voice, grinning down at her as she blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes.
“Good morning, gorgeous. How’re you feeling? ”
She stretched next to me, rolling onto her back and offering me a full view of her perfect fucking body. I couldn’t help bending over her and cupping her breasts as I dropped my mouth to hers.
“Sore,” she said when I pulled away. “In the best way.”
“How about we head back to the winery, and I’ll make you breakfast?”
“Mm,” she moaned, arching her back like a cat and pushing those gorgeous tits up against my chest. “Can we take a bath first? I’m not ready to face the world yet.”
“A bath sounds perfect.” I gave her one more kiss before moving away and rising from the bed. I bit back a groan, biting down on my fist at the image she presented. Her olive skin and dark hair were a sharp contrast to the crisp white sheets, and her curvy body posed just so made her look like a sexy, naked pinup from some old-timey photoshoot.
“What’re you looking at?” she asked, the delicate skin between her brows creasing.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Just…everything.” I shuffled around to her side of the bend and folded over her, once again capturing her mouth with mine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’ll never understand what I did to deserve you.”
She reached up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing back and forth, the rasp of my stubble filling the space between us. “You didn’t do anything but be yourself, Ez. That’s exactly what I need.”
I grinned and pressed a kiss to her palm, my heart growing three sizes in my chest. Then I backed away and headed down the hall to the bathroom, with its freestanding tub and assortment of luxury soaps and scrubs.
Spinning the taps, water gushed into the deep basin, and I tested the temp before pouring a healthy portion of the eucalyptus-scented bubble bath, watching for a moment as the water frothed.
Then I went back to Brie.
She sat up in bed, sheet pulled up under her armpits, her phone in her hand. She shook it in my direction and said, “Just letting the fam know I’m okay.”
“Shit,” I breathed, stalking across the room for my pants. “I should tell my dad what happened and that I’ll be home in…a few hours?” I quirked a brow at her in question.
Brie giggled. “I think a few hours is safe.”
“Actually,” I said, scooping her up from the bed and cradling her against my chest, “a few hours will never be enough.”
“Enough for what?” she asked as we entered the bathroom. Instead of setting her down and letting her get in the tub herself, I stepped over the ledge and sank us both into the hot water. Brie hissed as we settled in.
I nuzzled her neck and said, “A few hours will never be enough to satiate me, not where you’re concerned.”
Brie shifted in the water so she was nestled between my thighs, her head dropping against my chest as she said, “I never thought I had much of a sexual appetite. Turns out, I just didn’t have much of one for anyone who isn’t you.”
“I’ll feed your pussy my cock all day, every day,” I promised, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck .
“What about my mouth?”
“Definitely.”
Brie reached below the surface of the water and located my dick, squeezing it and sweeping her thumb across the slit, her tongue darting out to drag along her lower lip in an approximation of what she’d do to me much lower.
“Sit on the edge,” she directed, floating out of my arms and turning to face me.
“Why?”
“I want a taste,” she said pointedly, staring at my cock.
Morning head? She didn’t have to ask me twice before I was rising from the water and perching on the lip of the tub. I stroked myself a few times as Brie drifted closer, her eyes widening and darkening.
“You want this cock?”
“Badly.”
“You want to choke on it? Want me to spill my cum down your throat?”
“Please, Chef. Feed me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed. “You are so goddamn sexy. I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth.”
Brie turned only to turn the water off. The bubbles nipped at the bottom curves of her tits as she knelt before me, hands on her thighs below the surface, pushing those gorgeous breasts together.
“A goddamn wet dream,” I mumbled as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, waiting for my cock.
So I fed my girl.
The tip barely touched her tongue before she closed her lips around me and sucked, pulling me in deeper. I groaned, my hand finding its way into her hair, guiding her.
“This mouth,” I said, reaching down with my free hand to trace her lips around my shaft. “Almost as good as that pussy.”
Brie pulled off with a pop , glancing up at me through her eyelashes. Her cheeks were rosy, eyes bright. “Am I doing okay?”
“You’re doing amazing. Keep going.”
“Can I use my hands?”
“You can use whatever the fuck you want on me. Just keep sucking that cock like a good girl.”
Her chest flushed with my praise as she lifted a hand from the water and gripped my cock at its base, holding me still as she lowered her mouth to me once again.
I dropped my head back as she closed her lips around me, swirling her tongue over my head, like I was a lollipop she was desperate to get to the center of. I gripped the edge of the tub painfully hard to keep myself upright as Brie sucked hard, my orgasm rising to the surface.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” I asked through gritted teeth.
Brie only hummed around me, bobbing her head both in affirmation and to take me deeper. The little gag she made when my tip branded the back of her throat was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard, and I couldn’t help bucking into her just to hear it again.
“So sexy choking on my cock, honey.”
“Wanna make you come like this,” she said when she popped off, a thin trail of saliva connecting her mouth to my crown. Her hand continued to work me, squeezing tightly, handling me recklessly. I glanced down at her when I heard splashes and found her clearly pleasuring herself as she worked me over.
And that was enough for me.
“My turn,” I told her, slipping back into the water, her delicate hand remaining wrapped around my shaft.
“I think I’m too sore for all this,” she said as she tugged on me, cheeks flushing bright pink with embarrassment.
“How about my fingers, then? I’ll take it easy.”
I wasn’t above pleading, because damnit, I wanted her too. I wanted to take care of her, to make her feel good more than I wanted to seek out my own release.
Brie swung around and rested her back against my chest.
“Just relax, honey,” I said, slipping my palm down over her chest, flicking her nipples before traveling further south, over the taut skin of her abdomen and bare skin at her pubic bone. My fingers slipped between her lips, my middle one circling her clit slowly.
Brie released a breath and sank further into me. I lifted her thighs and spread them, flattening my feet on the bottom of the tub, holding her open for me by pinning her legs to the sides.
I glanced down her body and groaned.
With her skin flushed from the warmth and my touch, droplets of water sluicing down her body, her gorgeous sex just barely above the surface—fuck, I’d never seen anything hotter in my life. And with the imprints of my teeth bruising the delicate skin of her tits? The caveman within me was positively feral.
“Look at you,” I said, once again settling my hand between her thighs, lightly running my finger around her entrance but not dipping in. “You’re so fucking sexy all spread out for me like this. Now, do me a favor.”
“Anything,” she breathed, her chest already heaving as her pulse kicked up. I could see it in the way the skin thrummed right over her heart.
“Lift your arms and wrap them around my neck.”
She did as I asked, her hands curving around the back of my neck, fingers toying with the hair at my nape. “Now what?”
“Keep them there. I told you I’d take care of you, honey, and I will, but only if you don’t move your arms. Good girls get rewarded, and you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
“The best,” she promised.
“That’s my girl,” I said, lightly slapping her pussy, grinning when a small whimper slipped free from her lips.
“Please,” she whined, her nails scraping against my scalp.
“Please, what ?”
“ Please, Chef. ”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
I eased a finger into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her, wanting to give her time to adjust. I’d worked her hard last night, and my girl had taken my cock like a fucking champ every time, but this wasn’t the time for roughness. This was a slow, sensual torture, and I lazily pumped that single digit in and out.
“I’m fucking obsessed with the way you clench around me. I wish you could feel how tight you are.”
“More,” she begged.
“You sure?”
“More.”
I withdrew and slipped another finger in, and Brie cursed softly under her breath .
“So sexy when you’re all undone and begging for me,” I murmured, bending to press soft kisses to her shoulder and neck. With my other hand, I cupped a breast, tweaking her nipple in a way that had her clenching tighter around me. “And so fucking responsive.”
I loved learning her body, relished in the knowledge that I was the one who got to discover her like this, to run my hands and mouth over every single inch of gorgeous skin and discover exactly what unraveled her. What she liked and didn’t like. What made her moan and scream. What made her come all over my cock and fingers.
With my free hand, I collected the mass of her hair and wrapped it around my fist, tugging her head to the side to expose her neck.
“Look at that,” I said, running my nose over her throat, inhaling deeply. Even after a night of sweaty fucking and the time spent in this tub, she still smelled of pastries, the scent enough to get me high. “All this smooth, unblemished skin. What do you think, honey? Should I mark you here too?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna cover it up later?”
“Never.”
The answer surprised me as much as it thrilled me. “Why not?” I asked, continuing the lazy thrust of my fingers inside her, scissoring them, massaging her inner walls in a way that had her hips undulating in my lap.
“Want everyone to see,” she said breathily, her eyes falling closed in bliss. “Let them all know I’m taken now.”
“That’s right, baby,” I said, nipping at her earlobe. “You’re mine. I claimed you, and we’re going to make sure the world knows it.”
I took a moment to explore her neck, working my lips and tongue up and down, searching out that perfect spot that drove her absolutely wild. I found it right below her ear, where the edge of her jaw curved away. She twitched against me, moaning.
Without a word, I picked up the pace of my hand, using my thumb to roughly circle her clit as I pumped faster, fucking her harder.
And when I scraped my teeth over that spot on her neck and sucked the skin into my mouth, soothing the sting away with my tongue, she detonated.
All spread out, her legs forced wide by mine, my hand in her hair holding her steady and her hands wrapped around my neck, fingernails pressing almost painfully into my skull, she was a fucking sight to behold as I took her apart. Her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers, pulsing against them, her legs and arms shaking, entire torso bowing as her climax claimed her.
I slowly worked her through it until she was begging me to stop, but I did only once she ceased quivering, her body falling limp against me.
She twitched as I withdrew my fingers from her and angled her head slightly to watch me bring them to my mouth as I licked them clean.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her, tucking her head under my chin. She let go of my neck at last and settled her arms atop mine.
“I think we should start every day like this,” she said happily.
And who was I to argue with that?