Page 16 of Ezekiel
“You can do it. Beg for it,” he murmured against my lips. I leaned forward, hoping to take the kiss for myself, but with a hand on my stomach, just below my breasts, he pushed me back harder against the wall.
“Beg.” My core clenched, my panties wet and uncomfortable as I yearned for him. I keened, nearly whimpering for want of his kiss.
“Please,” I whispered, looking up into his green-blue eyes. His whole body almost vibrated with a sexual tension that called to me. His need called, and my need answered.
“Please kiss me,” I begged, more confident. I wanted him. I wanted him in a way I didn’t know I could feel. My nipples pebbled against his chest, pressed so close to mine. His hands moved to my face, holding me exactly where he wanted me as his lips claimed mine.
“Good girl.”
My knees threatened to go weak underneath me. I was grateful for his powerful body pressed against mine. His thigh slid between my legs, rubbing against my core.
“Oh, God!” I exclaimed, my eyes popping wide open at the sensation.
“I need you, Talia,” he groaned against my lips, his teeth taking my lower lip and tugging the plump flesh into his mouth.
“Then take me,” I groaned right back. He took me into his arms, lifting me until my legs wrapped clear around his waist.
“You drive me wild, woman,” his voice rumbled against my lips. I couldn’t stop kissing him. My hands found their way to his hair, my fingers tangling in his thick curls. It was surprisingly soft, and so thick and lush I could have played with it for hours.
He turned, leading me to the desk, and with one swift motion, everything atop the desk went crashing to the floor. He sat me on top of it, his lips never leaving mine.
His hands, however—
Those moved over my body, tracing the lines of my curves up and down from waist to upper thigh and back again until I could hardly stand it. I wanted more.
“Ezekiel,” I moaned, not knowing how to ask for what I wanted. Not really sure what I wanted at all. I just wanted him.
“Zeke.” He spoke firmly, pulling away from my lips. “Call me Zeke.”
I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and nodded my understanding.
I had expected him to lift my skirts, to take me right there. That thought alone shocked me, but instead, he fell to his knees before me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, rightly confused.
“Hush.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. With wide eyes, I watched as he lifted my skirt slowly, kissing his way up over my knee and over my thigh towards my core. He hooked his fingers into my panties, tugging them down until they tangled around my ankles and he finally rid me of the garment.
“You smell so good,” he groaned, kissing the crevice between my thigh and my womanhood. I felt embarrassed. But also aroused. I wanted… I had no clue what I wanted.
“Zeke,” I gasped, as he spread my thighs open, baring me to him.
“So fucking pretty,” he praised, more to himself than to me, before he kissed the top of my slit.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, my legs trying to clench back together.
“No way. Not happening.” Pinning me with a look, his shoulders kept my legs spread wide as his tongue licked between my folds. I nearly crumbled under the feel of him tasting me…there.
“What are you… Why… What…” I stammered, my breaths coming in pants as he flicked over parts of me so sensitive I could not think straight.
“Stop talking and just feel,” he groaned, lifting away from my mound just long enough to roll his eyes at me. Then his tongue was there again, licking and flicking against some spot on me that made me see stars.
He sucked the nub into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, and then I felt his fingers slip lower, between my folds and against my entrance.
For one split second, I was back there, in that room in the basement, with everyone around me.
“Talia. Talia!” Zeke spoke loudly, pulling my focus back to him. I looked down at him, his chin glistening and his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Right here, baby. Focus right here. It’s just us.”
And just like that, he knew. He knew, and he accepted my momentary panic and he just… he just… was. He calmed me. And then he distracted me. His finger slid into my channel, stretching me as his tongue went back to his tormenting.
