So many questions and no answer.
“Thank you,” I whisper, pressing my hand to his beating heart.
His brows draw together as he glances between my eyes, “Why?”
My lips tilt upwards. “For existing.”
All anger forgotten, he gives me a blinding smile. A smile that makes me want to protect him from the world. A smile that makes me want to hide him away like treasure.
Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine, licking my lips to seek permission. I gladly open my mouth, and he accepts the invitation when his tongue slips inside to caress mine.
The world fades away, and it’s just the two of us, savoring each other’s warmth. He tugs at my lower lip, biting it, making me emit a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, he eases the burn as his hard length presses into my core, making me shiver at the contact.
My hands travel south and squeeze his clothed dick. His hips jerk forward as he groans into my mouth.
Pulling back, he licks the length of my jaw until he reaches my ear. “Don’t tempt me, Feather. I’mbarely holding on.”
I want to see him lose the control he hangs on to so dearly. And because I take a challenge to everything he says, I rub his cock even harder with the palm of my hand.
His hot breath blows the hair on my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he whimpers at the contact.
I rip open his shirt, buttons popping all around us. “Oops.” I shrug on an innocent smile. He fondly shakes his head at me as it slides down and drops on the floor.
My fingers trace his chest, flicking his taut nipples on my way down, causing him to hiss as cool air brushes his naked torso.
Continuing my exploration south, my fingers wander over the defined ridges of his torso. Ezra sucks in a breath at the barest of touches, his stomach hollowing out as goosebumps litter his body.
Mustering courage, I travel down the hair trail below his navel, leading me to his clothed dick. I flick open the button of his trousers, his breathing ceasing entirely as I shrug down his pants and boxers below his sculpted ass.
His beautiful dick springs free of the confines,breathing the air and swelling as it points straight at me.
Just as I’m about to touch him, his hand curls around mine, halting me. “Are you sure?” he grunts, staring earnestly straight into my eyes.
This sweet, sweet man, thinking of my comfort, even when he’s aching for his own release.
Pecking his lips softly, I nod. “I’m sure, darling.”
His eyes flare in surprise at the endearment that slips out unprompted, and I don’t regret it for a second.
This man deserves all the care in the world, and I’ll shower him with it. For as long as he allows me.
Thirty Six
Kaeli
My hand reaches out and curves around his thick girth, my fingers not even meeting as they connect with his velvety soft skin.
I lather the dripping precum from his tip to the length of his cock. His fingers dig into my waist, holding onto me like his life raft.
Then it happens, the most melodious sound escapes his lips at the first stroke, cocooning me in a sense of safety and empowerment. My confidence boosts when his knees almost buckle under his weight on the following strokes as theyturn faster, his precum making my movements slippery.
He groans and bites into my shoulder, and I hate that he withholds the sound of his pleasure from me, so I cease motion. Growling in frustration, he looks at me. “Why’d you stop?”
I grab his jaw and pull him closer until his lips are a hair’s breadth away from me. “Don’t you deprive me of your moans,” I demand, my lips brushing against his.
Satisfaction and wickedness glint in his eyes. “You like hearing my sounds of pleasure, Feather?” he taunts with a smirk.
