Not one to give up, I gently place my knee on the mattress, feeling the mattress dip beneath my weight and freeze. Does Ezra feel it too? When he doesn’t wake, I keep moving.
Lifting my other leg, I crawl onto the bed and lay down beside him. I scoot as close to him as I can, letting my hand slide under the sheet that covers his lower body. A smile crosses my face and I have to contain the moan that wants to slip out, discovering that he’s nude.
My fingers dance along the skin on his waist as I move my hand around to his cock. I grip his shaft with my hand, savoring the feel of it. Slowly, I stroke him, letting my thumb rub over the head with each upward movement. His dick hardens in my hand and his hips thrusting in sync with my movements and he moans.
Is he thinking this is a dream? If so, it makes this even hotter.
I shift my body closer, my bare chest pressing against the warmth of his back. I exhale slowly, then allow my lips to brush over his skin—one soft kiss along the curve of his shoulder, then another, lower, slower.
His skin smells like mint and lavender—his bodywash.
Ezra lets out a soft, gravelly sound from deep in his throat and my body goes stiff, the heat pooling between my thighs. Heshifts, moving against me. I never stop stroking him, precum leaking from his head, as his muscles tense. Ezra’s body wakes as I continue to kiss along his back.
“Felicity…” he mumbles, his voice still caught between sleep and desire. “What are you doing?”
But he doesn’t pull away. He rolls onto his back, bringing me with him, until I’m nestled at his side, my hand still wrapped around him.
I lean in, kissing along the crook of his neck, my teeth grazing lightly against his skin before sucking just enough to make him groan. His hips buck up into my hand.
“You’re playing with fire,” he mutters sleepily, his eyes barely open. He wraps his hand around mine as he moves it in a faster motion.
There’s no denying it now. He’s fully awake and his hunger, much like mine, is ignited.
“Then burn me.” My voice comes out husky against his lips.
I let go of him long enough to swing my leg over his body, straddling his hips. His cock presses against my core, sending ripples of electricity coursing through me.
My hips instinctively begin rocking back and forth, his shaft slipping through my wet folds, teasing both of us. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his just as the teasing pressure at my clit pushes me over the edge. His mouth catches my moan, claiming it as his.
Our lips break apart and I'm a panting mess. “Fuck,” comes out breathily.
“You just came from rubbing on me?” he says, eyes dark, voice thick with disbelief and desire.
But we're not done. I want more and Ezra’s still hard as a rock.
I reach between my legs, taking hold of his shaft and line his head up with my opening. There's no thinking as I slide down on top of him, taking it in completely.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls as his hands go to my hips, gripping me tightly. “You feel so good, so damn tight.”
Ezra thrusts his hips up, burying himself deeper inside of me. My hips move without my control, as I place my hands on his chest, supporting my weight as I bounce on his cock, taking it in like a starving woman.
The sound of our collective grunts and skin slapping fills the room. In one swift movement, Ezra sits up, wrapping his arm around my waist, flipping us over. My back falls into the softness of the mattress at the same time his hand comes down beside my head, holding the weight of his body over me.
“I love you, Felicity,” he whispers softly as he thrusts himself inside of me.
My legs wrap around his waist as my hand slips between our bodies, finding my clit, rubbing tiny circles on it, taking me closer to the edge.
“I love you too.” My words come out chopped, raspy.
A fire lights in Ezra at my words, and his thrusts become faster. My body's humming with desire, teetering close to my orgasm. One more pump of his cock inside me, and I press firmly against my clit as I cry out my release. My eyes close as fireworks burst in my vision.
“I’m coming,” Ezra grunts as he gives one final thrust, stilling inside of me as he fills me.
His chest falls onto mine, his head nestled in the crook of my neck as he kisses me softly, lovingly. His gentleness is what I love most about him.
We lie like that for what seems like an hour, but it's only been a few minutes before he pulls out.
His eyes go wide when he gazes down at my pussy.
