Chapter 7
Kiki
Istrip out of my dress as soon as we’re inside Ezra’s bedroom, glad I wore my sexiest bra and panties set. Both pieces are baby blue with black polka dots and edged with black lace. I always feel like a pinup model when I wear them.
“Fuck me. You’re perfect,” Ezra moans.
I giggle because I’m anything but perfect. The fact that he sees me as such warms my heart. “Your turn,” I say. “Strip.”
He unbuttons his shirt painfully slowly.
I sit on the bed and lean back on my elbows to watch, biting my lower lip when he tosses his shirt to the floor and pulls off the t-shirt beneath. “Wow.” He’s muscular in his arms and chest, but soft around the middle. “You’re pretty perfect yourself.”
I can’t contain my gasp when he pushes his pants down and kicks them off. His boxers are loose, but there’s no mistaking the large tent beneath. A trickle of arousal slides from my pussy as I take in the sight before me.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he says, stalking toward me.
His lips cover mine as he leans over me, and his tongue slips inside my mouth. I moan when he kisses down my neck, stopping to suck my nipples through the fabric of my bra as he slides a hand between my thighs.
“Ezra,” I gasp when he moves the seat of my panties aside and slips a finger inside me.
“So wet,” he murmurs.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I beg.
“Not yet,” he says, kissing down my stomach. He grips the sides of my underwear. “I need to taste you first.” He tugs my panties down my legs before taking his thumbs and spreading my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
I cry out as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Oh, God!”
“Come for me,” he whispers, slipping a finger inside me as he continues to lick and suck my pleasure button.
I grip the comforter, rolling my hips as he lavishes me with licks and kisses. There’s an urgency that heightens my senses. I’ve never been worshiped like this before. It doesn’t take much to send me over the edge. I grip his hair and moan his name.
Wow.
He sits up, and his mouth is shiny from my release. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he says with a grin.
I can’t speak as I try to catch my breath while I come down from my orgasm. All I can do is watch as he sheds his boxers and rolls a condom onto his large, thick cock.
“Ready?” he asks, notching his dick at my entrance.
“Yes.” My voice is breathless with want.
He presses inside me, stopping when our pelvises meet. “Fuck. You feel so good. I’m scared to move. Afraid I’ll embarrass myself.”
I tighten my muscles around him, and he moans, making me giggle. “I want you to come.”
He kisses me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I roll my hips, and he moans, thrusting inside me. His hips move wildly, adding to the excitement of the moment. The only sounds are our bodies frantically slapping against one another. Another orgasm washes over me. I cry out when he presses deep inside me as he comes with a grunt.
“I knew it would be good, but I had no idea it would be that good,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
He kisses me before pulling out and taking off the condom. “How are you so perfect?” he asks as he ties it off.
I giggle. “I think you’re just orgasm drunk.”
My words make him laugh. I realize it’s the first time I’ve heard it, and it makes me want to hear it every day for the rest of my life.
He reaches out and pinches my nipple. “Seriously, are you real?”
I bat his hand away, laughing at his playfulness. “I’ll be right back.” I hop up and run to his bathroom, smiling to myself. How did I get so lucky?
When I finish with the bathroom, Ezra takes his turn. Now that we’re no longer in the heat of the moment, I’m not sure what I should do. Does he want me to stay the night? I look at my crumpled dress on the floor, debating whether I should put it back on when he comes out of the bathroom.
“Are you thinking about making an escape?” He squeezes my side before guiding me toward the bed.
Guess that answers my question.
I smile at him. “Nope. Just wondering what I should wear to bed.”
“I happen to like what you have on right now best of all,” he teases as he eyes my nude body.
“That settles it,” I say, climbing onto his bed as sexily as I can manage.
He crawls into bed behind me and pulls me against his chest, spooning me. “I could get used to this.” His words are soft, but there’s no mistaking what they do to my heart.
“Me, too,” I whisper.
I can’t believe how quickly we’ve fallen.