Ezra looked amazing. Every time his body twitched and writhed in pleasure, it was like I was feeling the trembles right along with him. His shudders went across my skin, and when his cock leaked against his briefs, I got wetter, too. Ezra’s eyelids fluttered, and his hand finally shot down to his cock, pulling it from his briefs.
My hand landed on top of his, and I felt the skin of his shaft, so soft it made my hole clench and pull my hand tighter. Ezra’s legs were shaking, and I knew he had found his spot. With another gasp, I let the orgasm that had been building inside of me erupt out of my cock, my prostate sending pleasure firing across my body. Ezra gasped, too, and both of our hands gripped his shaft as his hot load shot out in three long squirts.
Beautiful.
We fell into each other’s arms, kissing quickly and then wiggling together, like we were trying to feel as much of each other’s bodies as possible. When the trembles of pleasure finally slowed, Ezra sat up and grabbed a few tissues to clean us off, then tossed the tissues aside and handed me the wine.
I took a big gulp and realized how warm my face was. My legs kept trembling as I sat there, but the rest of my senses slowly came back to me.
“Whoa,” I said. “That was great.”
Ezra fixed his glasses, then pulled his pants back up a bit to get more comfortable. “Yeah, it really was.”
I remembered what he had said earlier, about not having much sexual experience. Reaching out, I pulled him a little closer and gave him another quick kiss. “I’m glad I asked you out,” I said.
“Let me tell you, bottom to bottom, I’m really glad, too.”
I laughed and gave him a little shove. I realized it must be getting kind of late, but I had no idea what you were supposed to do in a situation like this. Was I supposed to go home? Stay and chat for a while?
“There’s something else pretty nice about it, too,” Ezra said.
“What’s that?”
“I haven’t seen you frowning at the ground in at least half an hour.”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying not to feel too embarrassed. “Too many things to smile at,” I said finally.
Ezra reached backward, grabbing a pillow and fluffing it. I looked around his room again, appreciating how much space he had dedicated to his drawing. It reminded me of my computer desk back home, even if so many other parts of his life were different than mine.
I remembered the photographs of friends and family covering the walls in the hallway and the people peeking out at me from the window when I showed up for the date. It made me miss Karis all over again and the comfort I used to get from seeing her every few days.
Ezra fluffed the pillow again, then held it out to me. I took it in my hands, then raised an eyebrow at him.
“What do you say?” he asked. “Sleepover?”
I thought about it for second and started coming up with excuses to run back to the comfort of my apartment. As soon as I caught a look of Ezra’s smile, though, I knew what my answer was.
“Yes, Ezra. Thank you. I’d love to stay.”
