Page 24 of Ezekiel
“I just don’t understand why you would reach out to her when I was in the next room,” I persisted. “I was right there, Zeke. I am your wife.”
“I know, Talia, and you’re right. I should have just come talk to you. Miss M is someone who knows me and who has accepted me. It’s easy to talk to someone you already have a rapport with. You and I don’t have that. Not yet, and I don’t know how to navigate this. It’s new, and I made a mistake.” His admission carried weight; a weight I felt. I didn’t know how to navigate this either.
“I don’t either, but that still wasn’t okay. How would you feel if I were talking to another man and refused to talk to you?”
“I would feel hurt,” he admitted. At least we were on the same page there.
“How am I supposed to trust you? How am I supposed to trust these things you are telling me, these things you want to teach me, if I can’t trust you to be honest?” I urged, needing him to understand.
“You are right. And I vow to you here and now, Talia, it won’t happen again. I will not reach out to her again. I promise I will work on communicating with you. It’s difficult for me, but that’s no excuse.”
“I know that I don’t know, well, anything, when it comes to all of this. I know I might not be the person you would turn to. But I’d like to ask you to try. I will try to be open-minded and I will try not to judge. Can we at least try?” I asked, pushing down the hurt and trying to focus on the reality of our current situation.
“I want to try. I’m so sorry, Talia,” he apologized again.
I had two choices. I could continue to get angry, letting my hurt and confusion lead in that moment and run with it. It would cause fighting. It would cause a rift where we had just begun to connect with one another. Or, I could take him at his word and trust that it wouldn’t happen again. Faith had taught me to turn the other cheek, to have belief and trust. So, I made my decision.
“I can’t deny that it hurts that you were talking to another woman on our wedding night,” I spoke carefully, watching his face become shrouded with pain and guilt. “But I want to make this work. It means something that you have been so open and honest with me so quickly. So I will agree that we start fresh tonight. I would ask that you keep that promise, however. I don’t think I’m okay with you being with another woman.”
“Of course. You have my word, Talia,” he promised, taking my hands in his own. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you for trusting me with the truth. That could not have been easy.” I offered him a smile of hope and of forgiveness. One he returned with a bright smile of his own. He had a gorgeous smile when he chose to show it.
“I kind of want to kiss you right now,” he stated, almost shyly. I nodded my head, leaning forward and meeting him halfway. Our lips touched, a spark of electricity shocking both of us.
“Ouch!” I giggled, jumping back a little.
“Electric,” he whispered, his eyes burning with that same desire. I wanted him to look at me like that all the time. It made my core clench and my breath quicken.
“Kiss me,” I all but begged him. He took my chin between two fingers and pulled me back to him, kissing me slowly. His lips urged mine to part, tasting me with his tongue. I gasped, my thoughts quickly floating away as his kiss captivated my mind.
“Come here,” he groaned, his hands finding their way to my waist and urging me closer. I wasn’t sure how to get closer without crawling into his lap—which is apparently exactly what he wanted.
He guided me into his lap, my legs straddling him, wrapping myself around him as our lips teased and our tongues tasted, exploring one another. His hands moved over my waist, wrapping around my back and pulling me into him. His chest rubbed against mine, my nipples pebbling beneath my clothing.
“You taste sinful,” he groaned, and, Lord save me, I wanted to sin with him more than anything.
“Teach me to sin,” I pleaded. His forehead rested against my own as he moaned.
“Fuck me.” His cursing only made me want him more. It also made my panties even wetter. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at that realization.
His hands grew urgent, guiding my hips to rock against his. I could feel his hardness against my core and whimpered at the intimate contact.
“Your sounds are killing me, Talia,” he panted out against my lips. I couldn’t stop kissing him, couldn’t stop touching him. And I wanted him to touch me more.
“Touch me, Zeke.” I ached for him, literally. My hips rocked harder, grinding against his erection.
“That’s it, baby. Rock against me. Make yourself feel good,” he urged, his words spurring me on. Our foreheads resting against one another as our kisses stopped, and we focused on the sensations we were creating far lower on our bodies. His hardness bumped up against me in a way that sent pleasure-filled electric shocks through my body.
“I want you to cum from just this. Just grinding on my cock. Get so wet for me, baby, and scream my name.”
“Zeke!” I gasped, his words urging me to move faster, to grind harder. I felt the tingling sensations begin, pulsing out from my core as I neared that place again. His hands gripped my hips roughly, helping me and guiding me towards that climax.
“Don’t stop. Just like that,” he praised, and God help me, I couldn’t stop if I had tried. My eyes clenched tightly shut and my fingers dug into his back as I rocketed into an orgasm.
“Zeke!” I nearly screamed, my legs tightening around him. My hips stopped moving as I trembled, his hips bucking up into me, prolonging the sensations until I nearly forgot my name.
“God, you are incredible,” he groaned, his erection still grinding against my sensitive folds. I wanted to be embarrassed. I had just climaxed with nothing more than rubbing against him. But I couldn’t deny how hot it was. He made me feel alive.
