“Ezra, it’s no big deal, don’t overthink it,” I assure her tiredly, but she remains silent. Good thing we didn’t fuck, or she’d be a blubbering mess after if this is her reaction to a little foreplay. I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. “You’re inexperienced. You’re discovering and experiencing new things about your sexual desires. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I explain.
“Why didn’t you wake me or stop me.” Ezra questions, perplexed, and I groan inwardly. This conversation is already slowly killing the buzz of the entire exchange.
I really don’t have the patience for whiny, insecure women. How can she look the way she does and be so coy and insecure in her own damn skin? It makes me wonder the type of boyfriends she’s had previously that would give a girl like her such a complex. In my opinion, there's nothing sexier than a woman who embraces and is confident with her sexuality.
I turn the lamp on.
“Ezra, come here,” I demand, and she hesitates but slowly moves over to me. I shift so I could face her and grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger, lifting her head so she could look at me. “Look at me.” Those blue eyes full of uncertainty slowly flitter up to mine.
“What happened back there was nothing but a little foreplay, all right. We’re both adults, and we did nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve had a sexual interaction. Whatever it was you were dreaming about, you clearly had the urge to take charge, take something you wanted, and I didn’t want to take that away from you. Whether we were conscious or not is irrelevant. What happened back there wasn’t just sexual, you’ve been under a lot of stress, and maybe that was a way of you feeling like you still had some control of your life. That’s all. Try not to read too much into it, and don’t ever be embarrassed about your desires or wanting to explore new things.” I explain, and after a beat, she nods, and I let go of her.
“We still have a couple of hours before sunrise, I don’t know about you, but I’m beat. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”
I turn the light off and lay back down, eager to let sleep take me once again.
* * *
Hours later,I woke up to the sun beaming on my face through a crack in the curtain. I glance down and see a mop of silky dark hair in my face. What in the fuck? Why do I keep waking up wrapped up around this girl? I’m spooning her—the big bad Damien Wolfe— is spooning a fucking woman and seemingly enjoying every minute of it.
I press my nose into her hair and inhale her scent. The smell of her shampoo surrounds me, something exotic, sweet, and dangerously addictive. I brush strands of her hair away from her shoulder and stare at her neck. My fingers were itching to trail along her silky-smooth flesh.
I cave and allow my fingers to leisurely glide lightly down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. I couldn’t resist the smirk when I notice my touch has raised goosebumps all over her skin. My lips are pressed lightly to her ear, and when I breathe slowly, I’m rewarded with a breathy moan and a delightful shiver.
I could play with her body tirelessly and never get bored. The desire I have for this girl is unfathomable to me. My fingers brush the strap to her top idly down and over her shoulder. Ezra moans quietly and rocks her hips, her firm ass rubbing against my aching morning wood. “Damien.”
Is she awake? I can’t see her from this angle. I trail my fingers down the length of her arm down to her hand, slender fingers lace with mine as they glide over hers, and I smirk—Oh,she’s awake all right.
“How long have you been awake pretty girl?” I whisper in her ear, and she sighs softly and barely nods.
“The moment you touched me.” Came her breathy reply. That made me smile, despite my best effort to bite it back— my lips curl.
“Relax your hand,” I speak quietly, squeezing her fingers and draw her hand up and over the exposed skin of her hip where the top she was wearing had ridden up to just under the swell of her full breast. Ezra remains still as I guide her fingers over her stomach. “It truly baffles me how someone as gorgeous as yourself can be so timid and embarrassed by your desires,” I whisper to her while I guide her fingers up her torso. Ezra’s fingers tremble under my own as we inch closer to her breasts, and her breathing hastens.
“There is nothing sexier than a woman who is sure of herself and confident in her own skin,” I affirm roguishly, and Ezra’s head falls back when my lips ghost along the length of her neck. “Being seen as sexy comes effortlessly for you, but you’ve never truly been made to feel desirable, have you, Ezra?” I say, guiding her fingers under her tank top and over the thin lace of her bra. “You’re like an exotic flower that is being deprived of the right to bloom.” Ezra gasps quietly when the tips of her fingers glide over her hardened nipple. “Tragically oblivious of the beauty you’ve got locked away inside of you, the power you embrace, all the delightful things your body is capable of.”
“Damien…” Ezra sluggishly rocks back against my erection, and I swallow the growl that’s bursting to erupt from deep down in my throat simply because this isn’t about me and my animalistic need for her. No, it’s all about her understanding the feeling of losing yourself and yielding to your desires unashamed.
While Ezra caresses her tightened nipples, teasing herself, I watch in delight, my cock growing harder and pulsing painfully up against her ass. “Don’t hold back,” I whisper in her ear. “No hesitation.” Ezra moans and bites her bottom lip when she softly pinches and rolls her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Harder, like your nipple is between my teeth, and you feel that sudden pain jolts through you right down to your pussy, making you ache with need.” Ezra hisses, and her hips shake when she follows my order. “Yeah, that’s it, right there.”
“Oh, God.”
Ezra quakes, losing her breath when I sink my teeth into her neck and suck till I draw blood while I lead her hand down between her legs. “Unbutton your jeans.” Ezra uses her free hand and unbuttons her jeans. “I’m going to show you what your gorgeous body is capable of, pretty girl. You’re going to come so hard you’re going to hate yourself for denying your body such divine gratification for this long.”
The dampness of her silky tan skin and the heat radiating off her body are stirring the caged monster inside of me. He’s itching to come out and play; desperately wants to claim her—fuck the soul right out of her. I
push her hand between those gorgeous thighs toward her pussy, and her legs fall open wider to accommodate both our hands. “Fuck Ezra, you’re so wet.” I damn near growl in her ear when I feel the wetness of her panties. “My mouth is watering just at the thought of tasting you,” I confess, nipping at her ear while our entwined fingers slip inside her panties. Ezra gasps and moans a little when her fingers brush through her slick folds toward her swollen bundle of nerves. “Stroke yourself and envision that it’s my tongue devouring your perfect pussy lips, drinking up your honey.”
“Mmm.” Ezra moans, rocking her hips as she works her fingers over her clit in slow lazy circles. Every time her ass brushes against my erection or I hear her breathy whimpers, my cock strains that much more against the zipper of my jeans, threatening to bust out any minute. She’s so goddamn beautiful, even whilst masturbating, so pure and innocent that all I can think about is tainting her with immoral acts that will unquestionably send us both tumbling to the depths of the fiery pit.
“Has anyone ever watched you while you pleasure yourself, Ezra?” I inquire, sweeping my nose along her neck. Ezra shakes her head, her moans getting a little louder as she works herself closer to climax. I smirk. Baby girl, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll go from daddy’s innocent little princess to a sexual deviant who’ll be begging to get her brains fucked out.
It’s getting tougher the more time I spend with her to withstand the urge not to surrender to my impulses and make her mine.
I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to resist her. Every fiber in my body is burning red-hot to take her, but I know she’s not cut out for the dark fuckery I’m accustomed to—or rather— driven to would be a clearer way to put it.
Ezra’s body trembling pulls me from my wicked thoughts. I squeeze her hand, pull her fingers away from her clit, and she whimpers in frustration. “Patience, pretty girl.” I burr in her ear as I push her fingers down toward her entrance. “You’re going to fuck your fingers hard and deep for me.” Ezra’s eyes flicker open, and I stare down into those intoxicatingly innocent, ocean blue orbs while she slowly slides her middle finger into her velvet cavern. I move my hand away and roll her onto her back so that I could see her face.
“Damien..” Ezra mewls—fucking mewls while her gaze exudes such heady need that made what little blood I had left in my brain rush down to my cock, causing me to almost pass the fuck out right there. I ‘ve got my eyes on hers, watching her reaction like a man possessed while she fingers herself. The squelching of her wet, exquisitely tight pussy every time her fingers slide out is slowly driving me insane.