Page 32 of I see you Beauty

Curious, I look out of my window to see where he is. But unfortunately, I can’t make him out; I can only hear the beautiful sounds. Ezra plucks the strings gently, and I imagine he is doing it for me—to accompany me to sleep, to make me feel better. So, I leave my window open tonight and draw the curtains slightly.

The beautiful melody drifts in and accompanies me to bed. Snuggled up in my big pillow, I listen to his guitar playing. I fall asleep with a smile, even though this day has been so chaotic.

“I want you, Beauty!” I hear a whisper in my ear and am startled out of my sleep.

With half-opened eyes, I look around my dark bedroom until a hot breath hits my cheek, and a familiar smell of wood and leather hits my nose. A strange, sweet taste floods my mouth as I swallow, making me slip entirely out of my slumber.

“What are you doing here in my bedroom, Ezra? How did you get in here?” I mumble tiredly, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

The question is bothering me. We have an alarm system, after all. I want to ask him more, but I feel drunk. Slightly dizzy, limp, and not quite myself. I didn’t even drink a whole glass at dinner with June and Thomas.

“Can’t a man have his secrets?” Ezra jokes, and he unexpectedly presses his soft lips against mine when I try to say something back.

I want to protest, but I don’t because that’s exactly what I want. His soft lips on mine and his hand creeping up my bare thighs, further under my nightgown.

Within seconds, Ezra is on top of me. His mouth completely dominating me again, and his fingers are driving me crazy. Gasp after gasp escapes me, and when he slips his hand under the waistband of my panties, I moan softly. I enjoy his gentle touch, which only drives me even more insane.

But suddenly, a thought flashes through my mind. Thomas! This is our marriage bed! We have to stop!

“Stop, Ezra,” I gasp and push him away from me against his chest.

He sits up slightly and runs a hand through his short hair. I avert my eyes because I don’t want to see his disappointed expression. But here and now, we can’t give in.

The mattress beneath me gives way, and I feel him move until, after a moment, he puts his hand on my cheek and leans toward me again.

“Relax, Beauty,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me again with desire.

His tongue invades my mouth demandingly, and I fall for him again. No, stop! Not in my marriage bed!

I press against his chest again and push him away. Ezra breaks away from me and looks down at me. His face is bathed in shadow, and yet I can see the softness of his eyes shimmering. He doesn’t want to push me into anything, doesn’t want to force me. Ezra desires me and wants me just as much as I want him. But in my marriage bed?

I shake my head to tell him I can’t do this again, but the dizziness increases with this movement, and I feel lost. Groaning, I close my eyes, and my head spins. Ezra appears in front of me in duplicate, which can’t be right. What is wrong with me?

“It’s all right,” I hear his calm voice against my ear and feel his weight on me again.

His hand moves under my panties again, only this time Ezra traces my already wet folds more firmly and urgently. As he parts them and rubs my throbbing clit, I moan, although the dizziness increases. I don’t know what’s happening here or whether I want this. So I shake my head one more time. We can’t do this here.

“I want you so much, Beauty!” he growls excitedly into my ear and then captures my earlobe with his teeth, making me gasp.

I can barely react before Ezra has already removed my panties and nightgown and is now in the process of freeing himself from his jeans and shorts.

“God, how much I want you!” No sooner has Ezra uttered the words than I feel his velvety tip against my wetness.

He rubs it playfully between my wet folds, robbing me of the last shred of sanity I have left. I suppress my increasing drowsiness and enjoy every touch. This first powerful thrust is especially important because it is at this moment that Ezra penetrates me. I moan and arch against him, wanting to wrap my arms and legs around him, but I can’t move.

“Ezra,” I moan, wanting to tell him that something is wrong, but then he gives me another heavenly thrust that hits my sweet spot and only makes me moan even louder.

“You’re perfect, Beauty. Perfect for me!” he murmurs against my lips before he kisses his way down.

Ezra leaves a wet trail on my heated skin until his soft lips reach my already erect nipples, and he pampers them with gentle kisses and hot tongue play.

His thrusts become increasingly urgent, driving me toward the cliff with great strides. I feel like I’m in a frenzy, like a shadow watching it all from above. As if I’m not in my body right now, and yet I can feel every thrust, kiss, bite, and touch he gives me.

He pushes himself into my wetness one more time, and we both erupt in pleasure. The beautiful and heavenly intoxication captures me entirely, and I drift into a peaceful blackness.

The ringing of the doorbell wakes me mercilessly, and I sit up with a racing heart and a murderous headache. Groaning, I cradle my head in my hands as the exploding pain in it nearly kills me. What happened yesterday?

I look around sleepily. The curtain catches my attention, and I struggle to remember why my window had been open all night. My bed is rumpled as if I slept fitfully and just tossed and turned, and my nightgown is messy, confirming my theory of restless sleep.

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