Page 7 of Tarnished Hands

EZRA

The second my tongue meets hers, a low growl rips from my throat, and my hands grip tighter without thinking. My body hums, and I’m already craving more, like it’s been starving for her. Swear to god, I could kiss her for hours. Tasting her is becoming addictive, and I sure as hell don’t want help overcoming it.

She kisses me like she’s trying to win something—sharp, all teeth and pressure. But then her breath hitches, her fingers flinch on my shoulders. Her eyes scream conflict—want, and war wrapped in one glare. And still, she stays. I ease my hands down her hips, slower than I want to. I can’t afford to fuck this up—not with her.

I’ve had one real relationship, and I was with her for five years. But she wanted things I never did. So we ended it. The day she left, I made a sandwich, watched half a race on TV, and went to bed early. That was it. No gut punch. No ache. Just… nothing. And to be honest, for being with someone that long, I assumed it would hurt not to have her with me anymore.

It didn’t.

And I’m sure that’s not how a relationship should be.

Shouldn’t it be all-consuming?

Don’t get me wrong, we got along great and hardly ever fought.

But we were better suited as friends.

That was the issue.

To this day, I still send her a message once a year on her birthday. She’s happily married with two kids. I’ve met her husband.

He gives her all the things she deserves.

The things I couldn’t.

Or, to be truthful, I didn’t want to.

So, my need for Piper? Well, I’m not sure yet how to place it. I’ve always thought she was a beautiful woman. Quite standoffish but beautiful, nonetheless.

She doesn’t smile when she enters a room—she scans it like she’s casing the place. And when she looks at you, it’s like you’ve already disappointed her.

And now, I want her more than anything.

She pushes up against me, making that fucking sound that drives me wild—it’s like a moan mixed with a groan. I lift her, my hands on her ass as she wraps her boot-clad legs around my waist and locks them together. I start the walk to the bedroom, but she’s already rocking against me. My cock straining as she gets the friction she wants, or better yet, needs from me. I sidestep until I hit the back of the couch, knowing that we won’t make it to the damn bedroom this time. She bites my ear, hard, like she wants to mark me. My breath catches, blood turning to liquid fire, and my cock thickens to steel. Fuck, I live for this woman’s fire.

“I want to steal your breath. Taste and devour your pussy. Learn and explore every inch of this tempting body I haven’t touched yet. Is that what you want, Piper?”

She answers with a nod, her greedy, eager hands tearing at my shirt as I set her on the back of the couch. Her fingers clutch at the material as she pulls it off over my head. Leaning back, careful not to fall over the couch, she removes her shirt. Her bra comes into view, and now I remember the ink all over her beautiful skin. The snake that wraps around her belly, and its mouth that opens between her breasts.

Stunning, and so fitting for her.

Unclasping her bra, she pulls it free, and I drop to the floor on my knees and pull her boots off. I do it slowly, and she growls impatiently, “Ezra.”

I grin as I stand and look down at her. She lifts her hips so I can peel her jeans off, taking her panties with them. She’s bared out before me now. Legs spread, pretty pink pussy, glistening and ready for me. I drop to my knees in front of her again. She doesn’t waste any time before her hands find my hair and tug as I kiss her inner thigh. “Ezra,” she says with a little more irritation this time. A chuckle rumbles out. A yank of my hair is the second warning I get before I continue kissing up her thigh, moving closer to the prize.

That’s exactly what this is.

A prize.

Just as this woman is, I pause, staring. She’s spread out like sin, all ink and heat and attitude.

My match.

Mine. Fucking mine.

As soon as my mouth hits her sweet clit, she jolts, yanking my hair with one hand as her other goes to the back of the couch and grips so she doesn’t fall backward. She lifts her legs onto my shoulders as I fucking devour her. Licking with long, deep strokes from her clit to her asshole.

We were all hands and bodies the last time she was here, and I didn’t get a chance to do this. This time, I’m not letting the opportunity pass me by.

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