Page 102 of Ezekiel
“I love how determined you are,” she added, her hands gesturing for me to stand again, to join her. When I did, I could see her eyes glistening with tears. Tears of joy and love that echoed in my own eyes.
“I love how strong you are. You deal with so much more than anyone realizes and you don’t let it consume you. You don’t let it harden or damage you,” she added, her hands finding the hem of my shirt and lifting. Slowly, she pulled the garment from my body, tossing it to the side as her hands found my stomach. Her fingers ran over the bumps and ridges of my abdomen, tracing the lines there so softly it almost tickled.
“I love how much you love your brothers. Even when they are giant pains in the ass, you love them and are there for them. I love that you refuse to just give up. Your tenacity and determination know no bounds,” she continued, her hands roving over my chest slowly. Her touch was soft, gentle, and yet electrifying, only enhanced by the words she spoke. Her hands moved down again, finding the button of my fly and unhooking it.
“I love that you are so artistic. You have such talent and you are so humble about it. You never brag or show off.” Her hands pushed my jeans down, letting me step out of them and kick them to the side with the rest of the discarded clothing.
“I love how you showed me this whole new world of kink and sexuality. You were open and honest with me, which showed me that this was a safe place to be open and honest. I love that you weren’t afraid to show me that,” she continued, slowly lowering herself to her knees before me.
It was impossible to not think about her lips wrapped around my cock, even with the incredibly sweet words she was speaking. I did my best to focus, to hear her as she looked up at me from the floor. My boxers tented, my cock aching with the need for her to touch me, to taste me, to consume me.
“I love your body. You are so sinfully sexy, it takes my breath away. I think about you all the time. About your hands on my body. About your lips on mine. I think about how it feels to be with you, so connected and so intimate.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down until they dropped and pooled at my feet. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the hollow of my hipbone. I inhaled with a shuddering breath, my stomach clenching and my cock bobbing in response. Every fiber of my being needed her touch. I needed her mouth. I needed her beneath me, screaming out in ecstasy.
“I love how you look. How you taste. I love how you touch me, and I love touching you,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around my length. I watched, holding my breath as she leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock, gathering the pre-cum that was leaking from it and smiling as she tasted me.
“Fucking hell, Talia,” I groaned so quietly. “Come here. Let me love you,” I begged her, but she shook her head. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, enveloping me in her warmth. Her tongue flicked and swirled, making my toes curl and my balls tighten. “Oh, God!” I cried out, my hands finding her hair and threading my fingers through the silken strands.
“Let me love you for a moment,” she muttered, pulling away just long enough to breathe the words against my tip. Her mouth wrapped around me again, sliding me deeper into her mouth. That sinful tongue flicked and swirled over the underside, sending shivers down my spine and sending my arousal to a fever pitch.
Her mouth stroked me, her head bobbing back and forth as she took me from aroused to a state of pure need for her I could not ignore.
“Enough,” I groaned, grabbing her by the shoulders and helping her to her feet. “I need you,” I reiterated. My hands guided her to lie down on the bed, splayed out for my pleasure. I wanted to see every inch of her, touch every inch of her. Her taut nipples grazing my chest with every breath she took as I hovered over her.
“You are everything I could have ever dreamed of in a partner, Talia. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for letting me love you,” I whispered, pressing feather-light kisses along her collarbone. I worked my way down, over the swell of her breasts and lower, until I could take one of her nipples into my mouth.
I swirled and flicked the tight bud with my tongue, drawing it deeper into my mouth as she arched beneath me. My hand slid beneath the small of her back, holding her more firmly to my mouth as I grazed her sensitive flesh with my teeth.
“Zeke,” she keened, her hands fisting in my hair and holding me to her tightly. I kissed my way on down her body, finding each place that made her moan, every place that made her groan, and every spot that made her gasp with desire. From the space between her breasts where her heart thundered, to the hollow of her hipbone, to the top of her slickened slit, my kisses continued. My hands touched every inch of her soft skin. She was petal soft and smelled just as sweet.
Her taste, however, was the most delectable of all. My tongue flicked between her lower folds, finding her clit swollen and throbbing with need. I parted her legs wide with my shoulders, settling in for a magnificent feast of her luscious pussy. My fingers spread her lips wide, opening her up for me like a flower in bloom. Her musky sweetness invaded my senses, making my cock leak against the bed.
“Zeke! Oh, God, right there!” she cried out, her knees raising and opening herself further to my flicking and questing tongue. She dripped for me. She gushed as her first orgasm racked her body like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore. I lapped at her, not wasting a single drop.
My fingers slid inside her heat, pressing her g-spot until she careened into her next orgasm… and the next.
Raising myself to my knees, I hovered over her.
“Look at me, my love,” I whispered. It was not a command, but a request. Her eyes met mine, her pupils dilated with desire as my fingers continued to pump inside her pussy, my thumb circling that swollen nub slowly. So slowly. Just enough to titillate, to tantalize, and to keep her on the torturous edge of pleasure.
“Right here,” I muttered, locking our gazes. “Right here with me.” I pushed her further, this orgasm building oh so slowly, until she exploded around my finger.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Tears streamed down her face in rapture as her body trembled beneath mine. I brought my fingers to her lips, smearing her essence over her tongue as I positioned myself between her thighs. I hooked her legs up over my hips and drove home into her heated core. She wrapped around me like a glove, pulling me in deeper with every slow thrust of my hips.
“My love,” I groaned, her hands wrapping around my torso and pulling me down to her.
“More. I need more,” she urged me, begging as her body arched into me, meeting me thrust for thrust as our bodies moved together in synchrony. My lips found hers, our breaths mingling as we gasped and groaned, our bodies moving faster and faster as we pushed towards heaven together.
“Cum with me,” I pleaded against her kiss-swollen lips, our foreheads both slick with sweat as we pressed against one another. She nodded, small whimpers and mewls escaping her as I drove my cock deeper and faster into her pussy. “With me,” I grunted again. She trembled around me, the first vestiges of her orgasm fluttering around me like vibrations, pushing my orgasm to the surface until we exploded together, screaming each other’s names.
Her nails dug into my back. My hands gripped her body tightly to mine as I pulsed, rope after rope of my cum jetting into her as my hips flexed. I felt it fill her up and then squirt out around my cock, making a complete mess of the sheets. I couldn’t care less.
“My love,” she whispered against my lips. We traded lazy kisses, our breaths shuddering against one another as we came down so slowly, staying locked in that moment for as long as we could.
