Even though I wanted to blow up inside her within the first ten minutes, I held out because I didn’t want it to end. Every time I came close, I stopped myself, just rocking my hips, matching her rhythm, keeping myself on edge, soaking up every ounce of pleasure her body was bestowing me with.
Her breathing, her soft mewling, was like music to my ears. The way she was touching me. She’s intoxicating, and I’m addicted now more than ever. “Oh, Ezra, I’m going to come, baby,” I whisper against her lips, and she moans. “Come with me,” I lift her leg and press deeper into her, rocking at an angle I know would make her come, and she quivers and clenches around me after a few thrusts.
“Ohhh God, Damien, nowww.” She whimpers when I push deeper in her, and the spasms of her orgasm set mine off, and we climax together. I came harder than I ever have in my life, a moment of pure ecstasy and escapism.
I was tingling from head to toe, and I would have given up everything and anything just to stay in that moment with her forever. The way she whispered that she loves me in my ear while I was coming made me ache someplace deep inside.
It’s selfish of me because I know how this will end for us. She will get hurt, and I hate that I’ll be the one to hurt her…especially when I fucking love her so much. Yes, I admit it, I’m in love with her, but she won’t ever know that. She can’t.
I don’t deserve her. I’m a fucking asshole, and I hate myself for it.
I lay in her arms for a long moment, my forehead pressed to her chest, basking in the rhythm of her heart beating against my temple.
Once our breathing calmed, I eventually roll off her, pull her into my arms, she snuggles into me. After we get cleaned up, she fell asleep within moments, her breathing deepens.
I look down into her face for a couple of minutes and bury my nose into her silky hair. The smell of her shampoo, a concoction of vanilla and coconut, fills my senses, and I inhale deeply. My eyes start to go heavy, and I fall asleep, joining Ezra in a peaceful slumber. It is probably the best sleep I have ever had in my life, no nightmares, no worries, just serenity.
* * *
Hours later,I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of music playing from somewhere in the house. I roll over and pick up my phone and see that it's three in the afternoon. I stretch and get myself out of bed. I smell food, and my stomach growls at the delicious scent wafting through the air. I wonder what she’s cooking down there. I pull on a pair of boxers and make my way downstairs after I brush my teeth.
The music gets louder as I get closer to the kitchen. I stop when I see Ezra in the kitchen stirring something at the stove, wearing my t-shirt that was two sizes too big, her hips swaying to the song's rhythm playing from her cell phone. I walk in quietly and lean against the island in the center of the kitchen and watch her dancing and singing, blissfully unaware that I’m watching her.
How can one woman be so adorable yet unbelievably sexy at the same time and not even be aware of it? I peruse her beautiful hips sway, and I feel my cock go harder every time my shirt raises and reveals the curve of her shapely ass. I slowly move over to her as quietly as I can. I wait for her to put the pan down in her hand before I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against me. I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “Who do you belong to.” I burr deeply into her ear, and she jumps, then giggles relaxing in my hold when I nip at her ear.
“I belong to you, Papi,” She moans, lacing her fingers with mine. “You’re finally awake.”
I smile and spin her, so she’s facing me; she looks up at me, grinning. “Why didn’t you wake me?” Ezra shrugs, pushing up on her toes; she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my jaw.
“You were sleeping so peacefully I thought I’d let you sleep in.” I smile and nod, “I had a tough time getting out of your hold, though.” She chuckles, amused. “You were holding on to me pretty tight.”
I look over her face and brush my nose over hers. “You bet your sweet ass I was. I like to hold onto what’s mine.” I declare, and her cheeks go rosy when I grab her ass with both hands. I brush my lips against her lips while we gaze into each other's eyes. “What have you got cooking? Smells amazing.”
“Breakfast burritos.” She replies, picking up a crispy piece of bacon and holding it up to my mouth. I take a bite and chew, moaning at the delicious flavor. “Even though it's way past lunchtime, I was starving, so I thought I’d make us something to eat. We barely ate anything the whole day yesterday.”
I lick my lips and lean in close, so our lips were a breath apart. “We were too preoccupied to think about food. If I weren’t so hungry right now, I’d have you bent over the kitchen table with my tongue buried deep in your sweet pussy.” I breathe, brushing my lips over hers. Ezra’s eyes close, and she moans quietly.
“Well, maybe I should feed you so you can regain some energy before we screw each other to death.” I chuckle and kiss her softly before pulling away.
“Good idea,” I spank and squeeze her ass hard, and she squeaks. “My shirt looks good on you, baby,” I tell her, and she grins, shaking her head before turning back to check on the food.
“I’m glad you think so. You keep tearing my clothes off. I might have to wear your clothes all the time if you keep that up.” She tells me, glancing back at me pointedly, and I smirk back sheepishly.
“If you’re waiting for an apology, I wouldn’t hold my breath,” I retort, licking my lips, my eyes watching her as she moves around the kitchen in search of something. “And don’t act like you don’t love it.” She walks over to me with a plate in her hand and sets it down in front of me.
“Never said I didn’t love it.” She lifts her hand and holds my jaw, kisses me softly, trailing her tongue along my bottom lip seductively. “Eat up, beast.” She whispers pulling back. While she pulls away, I catch her hand and yank her back to me.
“Don’t tease a hungry beast, baby. I have no qualms about spreading you out in front of me on this island and feasting on you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“You’re a very horny man, Damien Wolfe.” She grins impishly, her blue eyes light up with glee. “However, as enticing as that sounds, I’m starving, and so are you, so eat your food.” She pulls away and picks up her plate before she sits beside me on the island.
“How are you feeling after yesterday’s activities?” I ask her and take a bite of my burrito.
GoodGod, she’s beautiful, a fucking dynamite in bed, and can cook. I may have hit the motherload.
Ezra shrugs, biting her bottom lip. “I’m okay. A little sore, I guess, but that’s expected after an entire day of sex. You weren’t kidding when you said I'd feel the burn.” I smirk smugly.
“I don’t joke around when it comes to fucking, pretty girl.”