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Tomorrow we have to wake up together, pretend this never happened, and conduct professional business.
I'm in so much trouble.
CHAPTER 7
EZRA
Every breath she takes feels like the bed heaves, alerting me to her body inches away. I can’t sleep. I gave up on closing my eyes because when they’re closed, vivid memories of her smooth, golden brown skin illuminated by the moon and that flashlight. Her perfect, firm, round ass was in my face and God help me, I kept it as clinical as I could.
I should get sainthood for that shit.
I had to examine to make sure she wasn’t bitten by something that would need immediate attention but the moment my fingers touched her soft skin, I wanted to form my palm around her left cheek and massage it. Hear her moan.
Then she bent just right and there it fucking was. Her core, opening like a blooming flower. Bare, smooth, pink inner lips parting, calling for my tongue.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My dick is pulsing, hard and demanding. Pre-cum leaks as I convince myself I didn’t smell her, fragrant and wanting.
As quietly as I can, I peel myself out of bed, turning to make sure she doesn’t wake. I make it to the door and glance one lasttime, confirming she hasn’t moved. I hasten my steps and leave the RV.I need to relieve this. Now.
I can’t have the image, the smell, the feel of her haunting me while I’m in that damn bed right next to her body. I don’t trust not seeking her out in the middle of the night.
Need propels me. Lack of sleep doesn’t allow me to overthink this. I turn the corner where it’s darkest behind the RV. Not far from where we were a couple hours ago. Leaning my back against the cool steel, I tuck my flannel pants under my balls. The brush alone pulls them tight up my groin.
Groaning, I fist myself, the texture of my hand not what I would prefer so I imagine her slender fingers, nails painted in that deep purple taking hold of me and pumping slowly to tease.Fuck, that feels good.
Closing my eyes, I try to keep quiet as my hips jerk, seeking warmth, tightness. Leaking, I gather it and quicken my strokes. The cool September air doesn’t do shit for my heated skin. I can picture it, so clearly. Zoe’s lips at my neck, her breath panting hot, teasing me as she explores my cock, root to tip.
“Are you wet, Sweet Cheeks?” I softly moan, picturing her teasing my balls as I remember that ass I want to bite into.
I imagine parting her cheeks and getting my face deep in there, licking her from her swollen bundle of nerves to her opening and tasting inside.
I moan again, too loudly. Biting my lip to the point of pain, my fist speeds up and down. I squeeze tighter while grabbing my balls with my other hand and massaging them.
“Zoe,” I choke, my spine tingling, my body tightening as I feel it happen.
“Fuck, baby.” My neck arches, my knees almost buckle as finally, everything fades to pure pleasure.
I chase the mess, coming all over my hands and onto the earth. My body jerks and in my head, I chant her name as I pant, feeling my dick slowly soften with release.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, filling my lungs desperately. My body deflates. Only the RV holds me up.
Then, the euphoric rush quickly turns my body cold. Guilt.
Irrational anger has me flicking my hand, getting my come off as I walk further into the land and clean off as best as I can using the earth. At a tree further into the property, I lean forward against it, sliding down until I’m kneeling in front. I grip the bark and rest my forehead against the rough wood.
Zoe is the first woman since Liz that I’ve ever…Shit. I can’t deny how damn good that felt. For a moment, I was alive again. I couldn’t remember what that felt like before. As my body rushed with pleasure, everything felt possible. In one split second.
And then in the next, reality crashed the party, tearing it all down.
I knock my head against the tree repeatedly, feeling tears well up.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I tell my wife.
I punch the bark, welcoming the pain. Liz deserves my eternal penance. Zoe is stunning, lively, hell, she’s eleven years younger.What the fuck am I even doing?I’m thirty-eight years old. She’s not even in her damn thirties yet. Of course, I’ve noticed the mutual attraction but she’s sunshine, and I’m a constant storm cloud. She deserves so much light and love in her life. I can’t offer anything. Not even casually.
I stay out there for another thirty minutes before I head in and clean myself up. The sting from all the broken skin the tree earned me is what I need to ground me in reality. As quietly as I can, I change pajama bottoms and carefully get into bed, facing away from her.
