34 #5
Shaky moans leave the both of us as I sink inside of her slowly, taking my time so that she’s able to feel every inch of me like I can feel every inch of her.
“So perfect, Ezla,” I breathe raggedly, pressing tighter to her, feeling the thumping of her chest against mine.
“You always feel so good around me.” In me, I add through the bond.
I adore being able to feel you all the time, Love.
Thank you for letting me in, for giving me something so precious, I continue as I pull my hips back at a leisurely pace before pushing forwards again.
Thank you for caring about me—about my brothers.
Her hands have found my back with her own slim arms around me, and her fingertips dig in, her lips parted as she keeps her focus wholly on me, gaze never leaving mine. She clenches around me with my next thrust, and I groan deeply.
Thank you for giving us a chance.
Another slow thrust.
Thank you for letting us love you and take care of you.
I exhale unsteadily, skin dampening with sweat as my blood burns hotter and hotter with each stroke of her slick walls along my cock.
And most of all, thank you for giving me . . . for giving us . . . your heart. For trusting us with something so special. For making us the happiest, luckiest men on the planet.
Faint colour tints her cheeks, and the warmth in my chest expands.
But I can tell she’s mildly uncomfortable, brows twitching downwards with my words despite the contrasting pleasure she feels at them, so I don’t say any more on that.
I also don’t comment on the way she buries her face in my neck, clearly humiliated by her heated face but covering it up with a surprisingly gentle nip to my skin, as if she’s trying to match my treatment of her.
Cupping the back of her head, I simply keep up the lazy rolls of my hips, breathing her in.
My other hand smooths up and down her back . . . over her side . . . her hip . . . her leg. I take my time with each part of her as I maintain my slow pace, wanting to absorb every inch of her fully.
“I love you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Grinding myself against her, I make sure her clit is getting the friction it needs to bring her closer to release as her breathing pattern changes in indication of its nearness. “I adore you, Ezla. You make me so happy.”
Gently clasping the back of her neck, I pull her back so our mouths can connect again. Upping my pace just slightly when I feel my own orgasm approaching in time with hers, our tongues tangle together sensuously, and a quiet grunt gets muffled in her as her walls flutter around me in response.
“Will you come with me, Love?” I murmur between our languid kisses, moving myself inside her deliberately, letting her feel all of me with each controlled thrust. The repetitive base-to-tip stroke of her velvety channel has my muscles tensing, pressure building up more and more in my groin.
Yes, she replies through the bond on a faint wisp of velvet sin as her tongue glides along mine.
Twitching inside of her, I slide a hand between us, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts.
It doesn’t take long for her muscles to tense and her walls to spasm around me, and I moan out her name breathlessly as my own waves of pleasure roll over me, our kiss ending, though I stay as close as possible.
Eyes opening to watch her absorb all the sensations, I don’t stop grinding myself inside of her as my release fills her up, and she lets out short little breaths into my own open mouth as her lids part to lock her unique gaze on mine.
“So stunning,” I rasp shakily, hugging her body to me tighter, arms wrapping around her waist. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I . . . love you too.” The words are a little stiff on her tongue, as if they’re harder to say in this intimate moment, but that doesn’t at all change how strong the love and exhilaration in me are in response.
I can feel through the bond the truth of her feelings; she only needs to get used to sharing them like this.
For now, that word still holds a lot of shitty memories and a meaning she’s learned isn’t the real one, but still one that will take time to rid her mind of completely.
As long as she’s still haunted by him, that will be difficult.
But she’s doing it. She’s pushing past her trauma, day by day, with every hour, every minute and second we spend together.
And what happened today . . . That will never happen again.
I’ll make damn sure of it. I knew this wasn’t easy for her, but she supresses her emotions, pretends the vulnerability isn’t there, and I could never have prepared myself for this.
But now I’m aware of the extent to which all these new feelings can cause her to struggle, and I’ll take extra care to ensure they can never set her off this badly again.
Yet I have a feeling they’re a lot less likely to already, because I’ve never felt her this settled.
It’s as if she had to break down so badly to be able to be rebuilt stronger, with a better understanding of everything going on inside of her recently.
I know she hates to not have the answers to everything, but now we’ve given her the ones she needed, and she’s taken them in, analysed them, and seen their truths, allowing her to feel balanced as she stores the words we’ve given her in her mind to replace her own chaotic ones.
Slowing my thrusts further as her orgasm subsides, I’m soon stilling completely, and I tell her on a whisper, “God, I’m so damn proud of you, Ezla. You’re extraordinary.”
Scowling as the red on her sex-flushed skin expands, she’s evidently done playing non-threatening as she replies superiorly, “Thank you. I know.”
I chuckle, leaning in to kiss her nose, which scrunches in response. “Adorable.”
Her hand grasps my throat in an instant as she glares into my soul. “That is another punishment. At this rate, I am not so sure we will have the time for them all in our lifespan.”
The cock that’s had barely enough time to soften becomes as rigid as taalk again in an instant.
Her slow grin is downright evil. “So, so greedy.” The taunting manner in which she speaks does nothing at all to help my situation.
I clear my throat and gently pull out of her. “Sorry.”
“Do not be. You know I love all of my men so desperate for me.”
Lips twitching into a smile, I smooth my palm over her hip. “I do,” I murmur.
Humming, her grip loosens and drops from my neck, and her smirk tells me she doesn’t miss the disappointment that pangs through me.
“My turn,” Tate grunts at once.
“No, my beast. You will go last. You failed most spectacularly whilst I showered.”
A low rumble emanates from deep in his chest.
“What about me?!”
Rolling onto her back, she flicks her gaze to Tiger. “You were almost as bad.” Her tone is deadpan.
He throws his head back dramatically. “Nooooo!”
When Ezla’s lips press into a thin line, I’m sure she’s suppressing a smile.
But any traces of it are wiped clean from her face when she demands, “Cooper. Come to me.”