Page 25 of Ezekiel
“Zeke,” I panted, coming down from my orgasm and finding his lips again. His lips were full and soft against my own.
His hands moved over my waist, pushing me back until I was lying beneath him, his body large and heavy over mine. I wanted more. I wanted the passion and pleasure he spoke of. His kink intrigued and scared me. It made me want to dive into this world of his, and yet it frightened me. As afraid as I was, I needed to understand.
“Teach me,” I whispered against his lips. He pulled back, looking at me, his eyes searching for the answer to some question he had yet to voice.
“There is much to discuss first,” he stated carefully. I didn’t want his caution. I didn’t want his hesitancy.
“I want it again,” I voiced, trying to find words to explain the need I had for him.
“Want what again?” he asked, placing kisses along the side of my neck. It was sensitive, making me gasp as his lips caressed and his tongue tasted my pulse point.
“More,” I whined as his teeth grazed lightly over my collarbone. My fingers dug into his muscled shoulders, wanting him to never stop.
“More what? Tell me. I want to hear everything,” he urged.
“More of earlier.” I felt his smirk against my skin and knew that he knew. He knew what I was asking.
“Say it,” he nearly growled, the sound vibrating against my skin under his lips.
“I want you to touch me like before. I want you to be…” I trailed off, the words escaping me as his lips tickled and teased along the tops of my breasts. He pulled the fabric of my dress to the side, giving himself more room to touch.
“Say it,” he full-on growled this time. My thighs wanted to clench together, to calm the ache that began low in my belly and spread lower and lower, but with him laying between my thighs, it was impossible. Instead, I began slowly gyrating my hips, moving against him again.
I whimpered at the feel of his hardness against my soft core; the words evading me.
“Say it, Talia,” he urged, his teeth scraping against my upper breast. His hand trailed down my waist, down over my hip and lower, slowly tugging my dress up higher.
“I want you to be rough,” I finally muttered, speaking the truth that I was so nervous to say. “How you were downstairs. I want to feel… everything.”
“Wish granted, angel.” His voice was like fire, the flames licking at the darker, more sensual parts of my psyche and fanning my desires into an inferno.
“You think I’m an angel?”
“You’re an angel, and I’ll be your devil,” he growled against my lips, claiming them — and all my thoughts — once again.
“Zeke,” I begged. Begged him for what? I wasn’t sure exactly, but I wanted it. I wanted him. He pulled my dress up over my hips, grinding hard against my core. I felt myself grow wetter, needing his touch, needing this. His hands continued upward, pulling my arms upwards until he captured both of my wrists above my head in his tight grip.
“Teach me,” I all but begged him. I wanted to know. I wanted to understand.
“Lesson one, angel. Listen.” His words didn’t make sense. Listen? Listen to what. He kissed me again, before moving off of me nearly completely. His deft fingers tugged my dress up over my head, but did not fully remove it. He kept the dress wrapped around my upper arms, still over my head.
“Hold on to the dress. Do not move your arms from here.” I looked at him in confusion, and he smirked. “Listen.” Realization struck me. He wanted me to listen to him. To obey. The command sizzled through me, stoking that fire of desire he had begun. I fisted my hands into the dress, wanting to do as he said.
“Christ, you are beautiful, Talia,” he murmured, his eyes roving over my near naked form. I realized then, he hadn’t seen me fully yet, nor I him. I felt the blush bloom in my cheeks, heating my skin as I fidgeted under his gaze.
“Your skin is so soft and so smooth.” His hands moved over my skin, teasing over the curves and valleys of my flesh. Goosebumps erupted over my skin in his touch’s wake.
“Lift.” One word. A command.
Listen.
I let his words sink into me, the command only heightening my desire for him.
Listen.
His hands moved up under my back and I arched for him, lifting myself from the bed as he deftly unhooked my bra. I began to move my hands, to lower my arms so he could remove it.
“What was your first command, Angel?” he reminded gently.
