He catches my other nipple between his teeth and cups thebreast he’s just abandoned, rolling the bud between his fingers while he sucks hard.
Back arching off the bed, I moan.
“Straddle me.”
“What?” I force my eyes open.
His dark irises are depthless as he drinks me in. “Get on top of me.” He rolls onto his back. “I can play with you better that way.”
I jackknife to sitting. The move causes the sheet to dip dangerously low on his hips, reminding me that he sleeps in the nude. “Pillow. Lap. Now,” I command.
With a roll of his eyes, he obliges, and once the pillow is in place, I straddle him, my legs caging his hips and my hands planted on either side of his head. He wastes no time squeezing my heavy tits together in front of his face. When he buries his nose in my cleavage and inhales loudly, a bolt of desire shoots through me. God, why does that turn me on?
He jiggles them—also a huge turn-on—between kneading and gripping. In tandem, he rolls and flicks and tugs on my nipples. Finally, he opens his mouth, his tongue poised, wide and flat, and laps at me again and again. I writhe against the pillow as I hover above him, dipping my breast into his mouth. When I pull back, he catches the pebbled bud between his teeth, the unexpected move causing my body to rack with pleasure.
He releases, but only so he can capture my other nipple.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Eyes hooded, the bastard smirks up at me. With a hand grasping each breast, he rubs his beard back and forth across my skin. “You’re so sexy,” he says into my chest. “Fuck my mouth with your tits.”
Obediently, I lower until one nipple brushes against his lips. With a groan, he opens and then sucks relentlessly, the movemimicking how he’d suck my pussy if he had the chance, I’m sure of it.
My clit swells at the sensation, and my cunt pulses.
He digs the fingers of one hand into my flesh, holding me where he wants me, and with the others, he flicks and rolls my free nipple. He moans loudly against my skin, and I nearly lose it.
“Yes, Ezra. That’s it. Fuck, I’m close.”
He smacks the side of my breast, and I’m a goner. My core tightens and contracts, my cunt spasming like it’s been fucked.
Slap. My toes curl in ecstasy.
Slap.Pinch.Tug. Pull.Suck, suck, suck. My body coils and convulses, and I may or may not call out his name.
As I come down, he suckles my nipple tenderly, lessening the pressure and easing me back into the stratosphere. I collapse against his chest, my ear to his sternum, where his heart races just as rapidly as mine.
He trails his fingers down my back and settles his hands on my thighs, his touch soothing this time. Maybe I’m too euphoric to care that he can feel all my imperfections.
I roll off him and onto my back, not bothering to rebuild our pillow wall—or cover my tits. I’m too blissed out from my nipplegasm.
“How do you feel?” he asks against my shoulder.
“Relaxed, thank you,” I mumble.
“I told you I could do it.”
That cocky motherfucker. With my eyes closed, I shake my head against my pillow, too loopy to fight back.
I hate that he was right.
Although, I kind of don’t.
18
Ezra
WHENMILLIE’Sstill in bed around noon, I don’t think too much of it. My mom never shied away from details about how a woman’s period can knock her off her feet.
