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Tingles rose in rippling waves through my body and over my skin.
“Zeke, oh God!” I cried out, my toes curling as something deep within me clenched like a tight fist. “Please,” I whimpered.
His finger curled inside of me, pressing against my inner walls as stars exploded behind my eyes. I writhed against his face, not caring about how I looked or the actions of my body. All I could think of was that tight fist of pleasure inside of me that clenched so tightly it felt like it would burst into a million pieces.
“Let go, baby. Let go,” he growled against that little nub. The vibrations sent me over the edge, exploding into a million pieces of orgasmic bliss.
“Zeke! Mercy!” I screamed to the heavens, my hands twisting in his curly locks and holding on tight as I rode the waves of pleasure he caused. His tongue continued to lick and flick slowly, bringing me back down to Earth, step by step, until I was nothing more than a puddle of satisfied girl there on the desk.
Oh Lord, he had just donethaton hisdesk?!I was mortified. I was satisfied. My mind was a ball of befuddled, confusion-filled bliss. I didn’t have time to think about it because he was standing again, leaning in towards my lips. I shied away from him, making him stop.
“Don’t want to kiss me now, baby?” he chuckled. I hesitated. “Oh, but you taste so delicious. Taste your pleasure on my lips.” His words had my head spinning as he leaned in once more, his lips claiming my own. He tugged on my lower lip, seeking entrance. I tentatively swiped my tongue over his, tasting a musky, sweet flavor that filled my senses.
“Don’t you taste absolutely delicious?” he groaned. His words made my brain go completely blank, unable to think straight at all.
His fingers found his way to my folds again, pressing one finger back inside of me. My forehead fell forward, resting against his as he stretched me, prepared me. First one finger, and then two, he carefully prepared me for his length.
“Right here with me, baby. Stay right here with me,” he praised. “Give in to the sensation. Let me show you how good it can be.”
Claiming my lips with his own, his fingers left my body. I felt bereft, empty until I felt the head of his member brush against my folds. I froze up, just for a moment, as I remembered the pain from our wedding day.
“I’ve got you. It won’t be the same this time,” he promised, and, though the fear still lingered at the back of my mind, I chose to trust him. This didn’t feel the same. Not even close. He pressed forward, breaching my entrance and sliding inside of me. It stung just a little, but he kissed me. He kissed me until I forgot whose air was whose. I could think only of him.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him as he slid home, fitting himself snugly within my heat. I could feel him pulsing inside of me.
“Hell, you are tight, baby. So tight and so warm. Breathe. Breathe for me,” he coached, sliding back out of me and pressing forward again. In and out, he took me, claimed me. His hands pulled me to him tighter, my breasts brushing against his firm chest with every stroke.
“You are like heaven and sin all rolled up together,” he praised, and I felt myself tighten around him. The slight stinging pain gave way to that same building pleasure I felt before. That fist tightened within my belly, propelling me forward to that blissful release I was already craving again.
“Zeke, please!” I pleaded with him.
“Let go. Let it build and then let go. Cum around my cock, baby.” His words sent me higher. My toes curled, and I clung to him, my nails digging into the firm muscles of his back. “That’s it, baby. Yes, milk my cock. Make me cum for you.”
His words, each panted out as he took me, didn’t stop.
“You feel so good. So fucking good. I’ve never felt anything this good.”
“Zeke, oh god! Zeke!” I screamed, my head falling back as the world came crashing down around me once more. I was floating into the stratosphere as he groaned against my lips, finding his own release deep inside of me.
We clung to each other, both panting as we remembered how to breathe.
No words were spoken.
For once, none were needed.
We parted slowly; him using his boxers to clean me up. He helped me down from the desk and I righted my clothing, watching as he did the same.
“Talia, I —”
“Zeke, listen —”
We both started at the same time. With a nervous smile, we both stopped, taking a breath.
“I think we should talk,” he finally spoke.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
CHAPTER5
