Chapter 18 #3
I bought one to go and made sure to get one of their available white plastic bags so I could carry my wings too.
“Ooh, that is tempting.” Ezekiel was standing by the vendor with our things.
I took out my funnel cake and held open the bag and Ezekiel piled in the remaining boxes before I placed my cake on top.
“Want me to get you one?” I offered.
“Nah, I don’t need a whole one,” Ezekiel said.
I eyed him good, letting him know I wasn’t playing. “I’m not sharing.”
Ezekiel pretended to pout. “But we always share.”
“Ezekiel,” I began as I patted his broad chest, feeling nothing but solid flesh beneath my palm. “I like you, you’re cute, but I don’t share my funnel cake with anyone.”
He lifted a brow and soon surveyed our surroundings. He came back to me, tilting his head to the side. “Come take a picture with me?”
Off in the direction he was gesturing toward was a large wooden rectangular box with a lit up sign out front showing that a photo booth was inside. No one was around this area, too busy caught up by the games and food by now.
“Scared?” Ezekiel teased, measuring my reaction.
It was just a strip of pictures. What was the big deal? “No.”
I followed Ezekiel over to the photo booth. Instead of there being a curtain to get in, there was a sliding door, and overhead was a green light showing that it wasn’t occupied.
Ezekiel went in first and I climbed in next. Surprisingly, the booth was roomy enough for us to sit next to each other, but I chose to sit on his lap after I stowed my bag and purse under the bench Ezekiel was sitting on.
I was in the middle of his lap and I could feel all of him.
Oof. I’d na?vely forgotten how good he felt and how big.
I think I can take it all.
“Don’t be nervous,” he said to me.
I placed my hands to my knees and arched my back as I wined into his lap for a moment, being silly. “Nah, it’s a party.”
Peeking back at Ezekiel, he was staring at my waist and where my ass met his crotch.
Taking over, his hands guided my back to his chest and his lips soon were on my exposed neck.
“Oh,” I let out in a breathy voice as I completely relaxed against him.
In a bold move, Ezekiel went and unbuttoned my shorts. He unzipped my zipper slowly as his lips stayed on my flesh. I didn’t know what was happening, but I just knew what I felt. And I felt good.
“Oh shit.” I moaned at the feel of his hand slipping into my shorts, under my panties. His long, expert fingers found my clit and gently massaged it, causing my legs to fall open and my moaning to increase as I reached out, clutching his shoulder.
What more, Ezekiel took his other hand and brought it under my cami, beneath the cup of my bra, and began caressing my left breast. He was gently sucking on my neck as his hands worked magic on my body, making my limbs and soul loose.
I was putty in his grasp as my eyes rolled to the back of my skull.
For a painful moment his left hand abandoned my breast and he was digging around in his pocket for something. He pulled whatever he’d been searching for out and leaned forward. I was too caught up in the pleasure his right hand was giving me between my thighs to really care.
Then his left hand was back on my breast, tugging tenderly on my nipple.
That’s when I heard it. A beeping noise followed by a countdown. He’d started the machine to take our photo. We were in a compromising position, but as he swirled his finger around my clit, caressed my breast, and nibbled on my neck, I didn’t care.
“Shit, Zeke,” I cried out.
I felt the flashes begin as I felt close to the edge.
Time slipped away as I felt my core melt the more Ezekiel worked his hands in unison. His soft touch, his selfless patience—him, it was driving me mad.
“Oh God. Oh God.” I began rocking against his hand, needing what was coming so badly.
All went black as I saw stars and let out a deep, guttural moan. I collapsed back against Ezekiel and he pulled out of my shorts and shirt, going and wrapping those arms around me. He kissed my jaw, making a trail to my ear.
All my masturbating didn’t compare to this. This moment in the photo booth where Ezekiel handled me with skill and care. Where he held me after and let me collect myself. Where all I wanted to do was go home and lay in his arms and sleep.
But he had to work.
I stood and fixed my shorts as Ezekiel grabbed my purse and my plastic bag. Once I was presentable, I stepped outside and quickly swiped up the evidence.
Shit.
In a strip of five photos, all that could be seen was my head thrown back in ecstasy, Ezekiel’s gaze on me, as his hands were on my body in places no one had touched in a long time.
“Memento,” he said as he came and stood with me. He took a strip and left me with one. “Something to remember this night by.”
I didn’t need photographic evidence to never forget this night for as long as I lived.
A cool smile had Ezekiel’s lips curling up. “Come on, it’s getting late.”
With my hand in his, we walked back to his car. For all I really knew, and how I felt being with Ezekiel, we could’ve floated there.