Ezra runs a single digit from the top of my underwear, down to where it disappears between my thighs, eliciting a full-body shiver.
“What are your limits?” he asks. “Anything you don’t want me to do tonight?”
I shake my head. I can’t think of anything but how pained Ezra must be with his erection trapped within the confines of his jeans and how long he’ll make me wait for it.
As if he can read my mind, he straightens and yanks off his shirt, then unbuttons and unzips his pants. Though he doesn’t remove them, he sighs in relief.
The gleam in his dark eyes tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.That fucker.
He hooks his fingers under the strap of my underwear, thenreleases with a loudthwack. Before the sting registers, he does it again. And again.
When I drop my head back and groan, he soothes my skin with a chaste kiss. His facial hair tickles the sensitive area, making me squirm, but he keeps his lips at my core, pushing the barely there fabric to the side and resting his finger against my cunt. I spread my legs wider, making room for him. Regardless of what he does next, I’m desperate for it.
He continues kissing the perimeter of my panties, teasing me with nips and quick kisses. All the while, his finger remains torturously still at my opening.
Then, in one fluid motion, he sinks in deep.
“Yes,” I sigh.About damn time.“More,” I beg without shame. “More.”
He slips a second finger inside and curls them, hitting the perfect spot in repetitive movements. It’s a surefire way to get me to come quickly, and he knows it.
I pull the fabric farther to the side to give him better access, and he instantly laps at me.
“Fuck.” I arch my back. “That feels nice.”
He blows against my clit. “Make that pussy purr for me.”
My toes curl as much as they can in my boots, and as euphoria builds inside me, I dig the stilettos into the bed. The ecstasy gathers at my core, coiling tight and teasing me with the promise of its inevitable release.
“So close,” I whisper. With my hands in his hair, I hold him exactly where I want him, grinding my pussy against his mouth, smothering him. “There.Theretherethere.”
On cue, he does that thing with his tongue I love so much, the one he usually saves for the finale.
“Fuck,” I scream.
He rides out my orgasm with me, his fingers still buried insideme and his tongue on my clit, and he doesn’t let up until the last waves and flutters of my orgasm settle.
I’m spent, but by the way he’s stroking himself, it’s clear he’s not done with me. Moving with confidence, he shucks his pants and tosses them to the side. Then he removes my boots one at a time. He hovers over me, his body radiating heat, as I fist his cock and guide his length between my thighs, using him as a personal dildo.
“Stop,” he croaks, his eyes squeezed shut.
Holding my breath, I freeze and peer down between us, discovering that one of his piercings has snagged on the lace of my G-string.
“Oh, shit. Don’t move.”
His arms tremble on either side of me as he holds himself up, his breaths becoming choppy.
It’s too dim to make out the details of the situation. I worry that without light, I’ll make it worse. “Can you reach your phone? I need the flashlight.”
Sighing, he turns his head only. “It’s a little out of reach.” He lowers himself gently, trapping his tangled cock between us. “Scoot with me. On three. One, two…”
On three, I lift my hips to stay flush with him. I don’t even want to consider the worst-case scenario. But he’s taken me to the emergency room, so I suppose I’ll return the favor if I must. At the thought, I can’t help but imagine rolling up to the front desk and reporting the incident.
Despite my best efforts to rein it in, a giggle slips free. It’s a small nasally noise at first, but if I’m not careful, it could easily turn into a full-on belly laugh.
“Amelia,” Ezra reprimands, his brows furrowed and his expression stern. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s kind of funny.” Another giggle escapes me, so I bite my tongue and force myself to breatheevenly.
