Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Ezra
I fell to my knees in front of my beautiful woman, craving a taste of her sweet pussy. Spreading her legs wide open with my hands, I pressed my face against her panties and inhaled deeply.
Mira groaned, and I committed her scent to memory, a musky sweet smell I’d never grow tired of. Her hands fell into my hair, and she wrapped her tiny fingers around the curls, tugging gently on the strands. I licked her panties and moaned. I was dying for a taste.
“You smell so fucking good, baby.” I looked up at my girl, naked and spread before me, looking hot as fuck on her kitchen counter, and a growl erupted from deep in my chest. I wanted her so fucking bad it took over every part of me.
I wrapped a couple of fingers around the string waist of her panties and yanked, the thin fabric snapping easily. I did the same on the other side. “I’ll replace those, don’t worry.” I winked at her as I tugged the material away from her skin, exposing exactly what I wanted.
My tongue landed on her clit before I licked down and up her slit, dipping my tongue inside and back out, before sliding up and sucking on her clit again.
I repeated the process over and over as she fisted my hair and rubbed her pussy all over my face.
I love how she soaked my beard, my cock growing harder by the second.
Slipping two fingers inside, my mouth concentrated on her clit, sucking and nipping the sensitive bud.
I brought her to the edge of her orgasm and backed off a few times, prolonging her pleasure, before I gave in and sucked hard on her clit, her orgasm exploding through her like a damn freight train.
I coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her before kissing my way up to her face. “You’re so fucking hot when you come all over my face.” I said in her ear, watching as her skin broke out into more goosebumps. I stepped back and admired my pretty girl, sated yet wanting more.
Reaching down, I stroked my hard cock once, twice, three times, her gaze falling as she watched me. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip and I spread it around the head of my dick. “Does it turn you on watching me stroke my cock?”
“Yes.” Mira whispered.
“I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“Yes. Yes, it turns me on. So much.”
I stepped closer, still stroking my dick. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“How?”
“Inside me.”
Closer and closer to her, my cock running along her slick seam. I groaned, my inhale sharp. Fuck. I needed her. Now.
Lining myself up at her entrance, I pushed inside as I spread her legs wider until I filled her completely.
We both moaned together, and I paused, our bodies as one.
I grabbed onto her waist, and she slipped her arms around my neck as I began to move, increasing the speed with each thrust. As my thrusts became faster, we held onto each other, our bodies slick with sweat and rubbing against the other.
I lost myself in her, in our sex, in the moment of time, just me and her and our moving bodies.
With my hands still on her waist, I lifted her off the counter and held her in my arms, my dick buried deep inside, as I walked us towards the kitchen table.
Using one hand, I swept the table clean, the lunch dishes scattering to the floor.
I laid her down and began thrusting again, hard and punishing, and so fucking good.
Pleasure built inside me and my orgasm wasn’t far off.
I stopped for a minute, laying kisses on her sweet lips as I caught my breath.
Then I leaned back, dove into her once more, and fucked her hard until I couldn’t hold it off anymore.
My orgasm tore through my limbs as it ricochetted throughout my body.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.” I cried out as I came deep inside her, filling her with my seed. Her pussy clenched around my cock, spasming as she orgasmed again, sending shock waves through me.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
And all I could think about was how I wanted so much more.
Once we crossed the line of having sex, we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves.
We fucked in every inch of Mira’s house, the back porch, the orchard, hell, even in my truck.
It sometimes made getting anything done nearly impossible, but we forged ahead.
Within a couple of weeks’ time, the land had been cleared, mowed, and freshly soiled, and we planted three apple trees in the front row.
I taught Mira how to take care of the trees, and we made plans for the rest of the orchard, deciding what trees to plant and when.
On the side, we started a garden for vegetables, fruit, and herbs. We planted tomatoes, basil, and cucumbers with plans to add strawberries soon.
“You never know. Maybe you’ll start a farm stand one day.” I said, before kissing her.
Mira laughed. “Yeah, right. I’ll be lucky if I sprout one tomato.”
I feigned shock. “Um, don’t you remember who you planted them with?”
“Okay, I’ll trust you. But believe me when I say my thumb is far from green.”
“Your thumb is the most beautiful thumb I’ve ever seen, green or not.”
Mira burst into giggles. “Most beautiful thumb? I think you’ve been in the sun too long.”
I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “Let’s go get cleaned up for dinner. Wink, wink.”
“I like how you think. But first you need to catch me.” Mira said before sprinting towards the house.
Ha, she thought she could beat me. Not when I ran every morning. I caught up to her quickly and captured her in my arms, hoisting her over my shoulder and slapping her ass.
“How do you always catch me?” Mira laughed. She loved being chased. “One day, I swear I’m going to outrun you.”
I slapped her ass again as I carried her into the house. “Impossible.”