Page 50 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
God, it’s so much better with him inside me.
With a steady rhythm and his hands cupping my bum, I hold onto the back of the couch and sink into the comfortable space that naturally builds around us.
“So, what do you think?” Ezra pumps his hips up to accentuate his question. “Let me take you on a date?”
“Mmm. How can I turn that down?”
He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you could find a way.”
I prolong us for another minute, working him with my core and teasing him with my mouth.
“Avery?”
“Yes. Yes, you can take me on a date.” Although when we’ll find the time for one, I’m not sure. “Now, concentrate.”
That breaks a laugh out of him, but he nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
Fuck. Now, he’s moving under me like he’s on a mission, finding the right angle to pump us together and submerge me in pleasure. He feels so good. He always has.
I bat away the intrusive thoughts of what my life could have been like if I hadn’t run away all those years ago. How many moments like this I could have had with this man and his deliberate aim to make me feel like a goddess.
I clamp down over him as he works his cock against the spot deep in my core, pushing and pulling a bare inch to give it constant stimulation. My moan is low and deep.
“Ezra…”
He groans, holds his breath, pants. “Fuck, Avery.”
He’s shaking as his arms close around me, like he wants to say more but can’t bring himself to.
I kiss him hard as he works me toward my own end. It doesn’t take long for him to nudge me over the edge.
Settling me over him, he soothes me with a few rubbing circles before he swings me over to lie on the couch and taps my hip.
My insides go gooey as I slip over to my stomach and arch my hips up for him. I more than remember this move from Cancún as Ezra hovers over me and his cock slides home. I moan as he swears above me.
And then, he’s rolling into me, the hard muscles of his hips slapping my ass with soft smacks. The lingering quakes from my orgasm spark new pleasure with his languid pace.
In Mexico, beyond our inability to be separated from each other for long, beyond being unable to keep our hands off each other, beyond his silly ass simply carrying me around because he didn’t want to let me go, Ezra would sneak me off to a hidden corner, lift up my skirt, and take me like this.
Body pressed against mine, hips pumping in short, strong moves. His mouth pressed behind my ear as his hand rubbed my clit. Ezra always ended up covering my mouth to muffle my moans.
His entire body moves over me now, and it’s so much better at this slow pace with an orgasm already docked.
Chest and shoulders caging me, Ezra’s nose nuzzles the back of my neck, and his angle sharpens. God damn, I’m blissing out, squirming under him, unable to keep the new orgasm at bay.
Ezra’s hand covers my mouth as I cry out, and his other hand dives under me, finding my clit and applying a steady pressure that only heightens the tumultuous ecstasy roiling through me.
He’s making soft noises in my ear as he ruts against my ass.
I’m struggling against the weight of the pleasure. It’s growing and stretching wide, and I’m stuck, shaking until he bucks against me, mumbling something against the back of my neck that I can’t quite make out.
But his hand slides from my mouth to entwine his fingers with mine. His other lifts along my thigh and squeezes my ass cheek reverently. It’s similar to how he used to touch me, but now he seems more possessive. Like he’s not willing to let me go again.
When he does retreat, he helps me clean up and walks me down to the lab to deliver me to Wyatt.
I don’t have a hair out of place and my pink cheeks have faded, but when Wyatt sees me, he gives me a small, knowing smile. It’s the slightest thing, but I know the micromovements of his features.
Laurel must, too, because she looks between the three of us and gives me a disapproving scoff before she goes to the big storage rooms to monitor supplies. It’s the kind of move that makes me more suspicious of her.
