Chapter 29 #2
Ezra was already pulling out, and I swore my body liquefied into the mattress.
I pushed the pillow out from under me and let my knees collapse straight with a sigh.
A tied up condom landed on the bed above my head, and the sound of lube squeezing from a bottle registered seconds before the cool liquid dribbled between my cheeks.
He can’t hear you. Ezra’s honeyed voice penetrated my mind at the same time as his fingers in my now slippery hole. But I get to hear what you think of my dick taking your ass.
I instinctively locked down on those digits, and a warm hand kneaded the soft flesh of a cheek to get me to unclench.
“Relax,” he whispered. “It will hurt more if you tense up.”
Oh God. Oh God, okay. We were doing this. Part of me was still nervous, even though I knew Ezra would make sure I loved every minute. It was the uncertainty of the unknown and the excitement of what I once thought of as forbidden.
The round head of his cock replaced his fingers, and the pressure was immediately different.
More. Almost more than I could take, in the best way.
He’d hardly breached the rim, and I was already panting and squirming; that stretch doing strange things to the already hypersensitive nerves back there.
All my hesitation evaporated with each claimed inch. Holy hell, this was not what I thought it would be. Intense, yes, but so much more. All-consuming. Dare I say habit-forming.
Fucking… gods, Rani. Ezra slid a few more inches. I can feel you squeezing me.
Without a condom’s uniform cover, there was no buffer between my muscles and the sensitive skin of Ezra’s cock, nothing to stop me from feeling the heat of him or the distinct ridge where his thickness narrowed to a blunt point as it seared its way deeper than even the plug.
Say something . Even in my mind, he was out of breath, raspy. I need to know I’m not hurting you.
I huffed at his demand. Why didn’t he get a giant dick squeezed between his ass cheeks and tell me how easy it was to form cohesive thoughts.
Also, couldn’t he feel if I was in pain?
Ezra wasn’t hurting me. In fact, he was driving me crazy with how much he was not moving . I appreciated his gentle approach and the time he gave me to acclimate, especially when our previous play back there required a lot of coaxing on his part, but my body was buzzing with multiple orgasms.
His heartbeat pounded in my chest, his scent surrounded me, and it felt like I was finally ready to take everything he’d been offering. All of it. Including the ego boasting, best-sex-you’ve-ever-had, claims that I was going to love his dick in my ass. Well, here we were, and he wasn’t delivering.
Stop babying me and fucking do what you said you would. I pushed to my elbows and looked over my shoulder, making sure he stared right into my eyes. Claim me, Ezra.
Surprise flashed across his face before being replaced by determination and what I could only describe as feral need . It was like he needed my permission to let go. To unleash. Shit, I guessed I needed permission to do the same.
Ezra curved himself over me, one sticky hand wrapping around my throat from behind to tilt my head back. Fingers dug into the sides of my neck as he tightened his hold. With me anchored, his hips surged forward… only to be stopped about halfway, at the widest part of him.
Ow, I gasped, my wince hidden from his gaze. Do it a little less… big.
His laugh was real and cerebral, echoing through my mind and the plant-covered room. That boldness was back, that innate confidence, and it enveloped our entire bond with its potency. Ezra withdrew almost all the way, his crown stretching my tight ring until I panted, eyes and jaw clenched tight.
Another squeeze of the bottle and more silky lube helped him glide back in, inch by glorious inch, until he sank completely into me. I made a strangled noise as he spread me wide and tried to exhale over the dizzying sparks spreading from where our bodies met.
He paused, making deep, unhurried circles, and everything back there awakened.
Pleasure surged, wrapped me in a choke hold, and slammed me to the mat with a ‘you asked for it’ kind of attitude.
It was more than when he tortured my clit, more even than the orgasms that came from his cock pounding my G-spot; this was whole body.
Holy shit. Ez… I.. I need…
I know, baby. I know.
The pain was gone—thank God—replaced by a different type of fullness. One that felt so wrong it was right. A slick finger ran down my slit to press on a clit that couldn’t possibly take anymore stroking.. and yet, I clenched around him.
“Fuuuuuck… ah … hold on,” he growled. “This is about to be hard and quick.”
It was the only warning I got. Ezra fucked my ass with long, deep strokes, reaching places inside me I didn’t know existed. Sensations sizzled through my body too rapidly to define. Just one solid buzz of pleasure. The delicious friction, the hard, quick circles on my clit…
I felt my brain short-circuit and stop functioning. I lost vision. My limbs jerked, uncoordinated, like they didn’t know how to react to this much sensory overload.
Lightning arched through my body as I impossibly came again and again, until my limbs locked up. Was this how one died from too much pleasure? It sure as hell felt like it.
Ezra’s thrusts became desperate and fervent, ending in a rippling detonation that literally filled me in a way he couldn’t before.
He emptied himself in a warm rush, almost like a soothing balm for the way he absolutely wrecked me.
The hand around my neck loosened its hold and dropped entirely to brace on the bed.
His heavy breathing mixed with mine, the only sound in the room aside from the serenade of crickets right outside the French doors.
I didn’t want him to move from his place on top of me.
Inside of me. There were zero cares about how sweaty we were or how our skin felt slick against one another—I couldn’t bear to lose the connection.
Maybe he felt the same way, after all, our emotions were more linked now than ever before.
Or maybe he heard my silent plea. Ezra rolled to his side, wrapping his arms around my waist to bring me with him.
His softening cock was still long enough that I had to bend my knees to lay comfortably but our legs intertwined, and he periodically pushed against me in slow, gentle thrusts.
With his head tucked over my shoulder and our cheeks brushing, we shared the same air. The same racing heart rate. The same body, almost. We were truly one. There were no take-backs. Ezra Alantes was mine, and I was his, unconditionally. And God help whoever tried to tear us apart.