Page 14 of I see you Beauty

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here as I empty the last sip of the wine bottle, get up to get a new one, and realize I’m beyond tipsy. But I need more after a day like today, so, with a fresh bottle in hand, I pour myself another glass.

I don’t want to think about anything. I want to sit here and let my mind wander. Since June won’t be coming home and Thomas is already asleep, they don’t care how much I drink and how long I stay awake.

With my eyes closed, I enjoy the silence and repeatedly take small sips of my drink. Crossing my legs, I still try to fight my desire. The gentle tingling sensation won’t fade, which is why I keep moving my legs, desperately trying not to cause too much friction because otherwise, I threaten to burst.

A cool breeze brushes over my naked core while I open my thighs slightly, and it feels surprisingly good, as I’m still only wearing my silk robe. Although it is night, the temperature is still relatively high.

My breathing quickens, and I spread my legs further to enjoy the gentle air kiss. I can’t help but think of Ezra and his many bulging muscles, even if I don’t want to. His tangy scent and his fragrant aftershave come back to mind, and it’s as if he’s here with me, and his breath is brushing against my core.

I inhale deeply and capture my lower lip with my teeth because it feels so real. The throbbing intensifies and almost drives me mad. I can’t stand it any longer and move my hands toward my clit. I open my eyes and freeze, looking directly into a mix of gold and amber. Ezra.

Is it really him? Not a figment of my imagination, thanks to all the alcohol? The wish that he could really touch me right now? I want to say something because if it is genuinely happening… I must put a stop to it this instance! No matter how much I secretly wish for it. But when he puts a finger to his full lips, gesturing to stay silent, I pause and look at him. Is this real?

I hold my breath, waiting to see what he will do next.

Our eyes lock, and that alone ignites a fire in me. My desire burns for this young man, even though he hasn’t touched me yet. When he slowly takes his eyes off me, looks down at my core, and licks his full lips, I’m in danger of losing all sense of decency.

He leisurely lowers his head, and when his hot breath hits my core again, I exhale with a hiss and tense up for a moment. I should stop this right now! And yet I do nothing as his soft lips touch my folds.

My teeth bury themselves in my lower lip, and yet I can’t stop myself from moaning when I feel his tongue on me.

I hastily put my glass on the table next to us so I don’t accidentally spill any wine and can fully concentrate on his movements. And he’s mastered every caress, every lick. Ezra’s driving me crazy, and he hasn’t even parted my folds yet, just licking and kissing them. He ignores my throbbing clit that is screaming for attention, and keeps licking along my lower lips. My panting becomes more and more pleading. I also push my pelvis toward him, demanding to finally feel his tongue inside me. I want him to fuck me with his tongue and to reach my release. At this moment, I want nothing more than to come on his tongue and moan his name.

Unexpectedly, I feel his fingers stroking my wet pussy as I feel my juices leaking.

“God!” I moan hoarsely, begging him with one word to give me what I crave so much.

At this moment, I don’t care about my surroundings; I only feel his tongue as it slowly slides between my folds and his finger as it slowly pushes its way into my tightness.

Oh God, that feels so good! I want more, so much more, and yet Ezra remains patient. He plays with me and my excitement. Tortures me and yet give me exactly what I need. Because right now, it’s all about me and my pleasure. Not his. This isn’t a quick fuck where I’m used and left hanging. No. This is about taking me to the edge, dangling me over it until I’m consumed with desire, smiling, facing the abyss, and willing myself down.

Ezra pushes one finger inside me and bends it in precisely the right place. There it is, my throbbing desire waiting to be unleashed.

Groaning, I throw my head back and press my shoulders into the chair, only to push myself toward Ezra’s mouth further.

He’s fucking me with his finger, hitting the right spot every time. His lips and tongue suck and lick my pulsing clit. My moans continue to increase as I hastily open my robe completely and cup my breast with one hand. My nipples are hard, and when I take one between my index finger and thumb and twirl it firmly, Ezra sucks so hard on my clit that I explode on the spot.

Completely caught up in this frenzy, I let myself fall back into my chair, panting and out of breath. My thighs are wet, as are my fingers and my breasts. The throbbing gradually subsides, and the tension is gone, finally giving me back my inner peace.

I am so deeply relaxed that I smile contentedly as I sink deeper into the wicker chair with my eyes closed. The next moment, a wince runs through me as if I had fallen into a short sleep and woken up again. Startled, I look around and realize, to my horror, that I am alone. Irritated, I look down at myself and try to put the missing pieces of the puzzle together because wasn’t Ezra here just a few minutes ago? There’s no way he could have disappeared so quickly. Or could he?

I look down at myself. My robe is wide open; my nipples are still slightly red from the friction. I can see it clearly in the soft glow of the fairy lights. There’s my hand between my legs, which makes me wonder a little because I can’t remember touching myself. But the moisture on my fingers claims otherwise.

I look around my dark garden again to see if I’m truly alone. There is no one to be seen.

Confused, I clutch my head and try to wrap my mind around what has happened.

Have I just imagined it? Fantasized? I furrow my eyebrows and run my hands over my face in confusion. I should get some sleep. The wine was probably too much, after all. I should go to bed and forget all this.

Chapter Ten

Ihaven’t seen Ezra for several days. Each night, his house is shrouded in complete darkness, as if he’s either gone away or never existed at all.

These questions have been swirling in my mind since that strange encounter in my pavilion. I’m starting to feel like I’m losing my grip on reality.

Surely he can’t just disappear—neither from my garden nor from his own home?

I shake my head stoically as the carousel of thoughts refuses to stop spinning.

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