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"I’ve dreamed of this," he whispers, leaning in to capture my earlobe between his lips, making me moan.
"Me too,” I whisper.
The bra falls away and suddenly his hands are on my bare breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in exactly the way Ifantasized about this morning. The sensation is even better than my imagination, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
"Perfect," he murmurs, replacing his hands with his mouth.
When he takes one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, I cry out and arch against him. My hands tangle in his hair, holding him to me as he lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other.
"Fuck," I gasp, my body already trembling with need.
His hands slide down to the button of my jeans, hovering right above it before looking up to meet my eyes. "Is this okay?"
Instead of answering with words, I capture his mouth with mine, kissing him deeply as his fingers work to open my jeans. He slides them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me bare on his dining room table.
His hands trace up my thighs and when his fingers finally slide across my aching pussy, I nearly come apart at the first contact.
"So wet," he murmurs against my ear. "Is this for me?"
"Yes," I breathe, my hips moving against his hand. "All for you."
He explores me with patient thoroughness, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me moan. When he slides two fingers inside me, I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his shirt.
"Look at me," he commands softly.
I open my eyes to find him watching my face intently, drinking in every expression of pleasure. The intimacy of it, the way he's completely focused on my responses, makes everything more intense.
His thumb finds my clit as his fingers move inside me and I feel the familiar tightening low in my belly. But this is different from my solo fantasy this morning. This is real, and Ezra is even better than my imagination.
"I'm close," I warn him, my voice breaking.
"Let go," he murmurs, increasing the pressure just slightly. "Let me watch you come apart for me."
CHAPTER 9
EZRA
Her silky, wet walls clamp down on my fingers that drive her pleasure. Her beautiful body undulates as she leans back on my dining room table. I lean over her, my thumb speeding up at her signals.
“Fuck, you’re a gorgeous sight,” I say in awe.
Her eyes open, look into mine, and a million words are exchanged without needing to say them. Her body then locks up before I get to witness the most stunning thing ever: Zoe lets go.
Her husky cry is with full abandon as her body shakes, her hands reaching out for purchase. I grab one, bringing it to my chest, laying my hand flat over hers that grips my shirt.
“That’s it, Zoe. Let me see you. All of you,” I rasp, feeling my dick leaking, begging to be let loose from these jeans.
I slow my ministrations, easing her down from the high. Her head falls back on the table, and she releases an exhausted laugh. I smile, mesmerized by the sheen that glows on her soft, golden brown skin. She’s a naked feast, a goddess set on this table before me, and I can’t decide where to start.
Her brown eyes spark with life and renewed desire. “I want you naked, Mr. Hunter.” Her arched foot slides up my thigh.
I’m pure, primal instinct here. I take her in my arms and march upstairs. Her lips press kisses on my face and neck until her teeth graze my ear. My hand at her ass squeezes as my spine tingles.
We finally make it to my bed, where I gently toss her on it. Laughing, she stretches like a cat, revealing everything, hiding nothing. Those cat-like eyes watch me intently. I give her the show she deserves. I pull my Henley off, letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes widen slightly, slowly perusing my body, making my cock throb at her attention.
I unbutton my jeans and take the waistband of both the jeans and my black briefs in hand, pulling slowly down my legs until everything lies at my feet. I stand before her. The tip of my cock jerks when her eyes latch on, pure heat in every shift of expression on her face.
I reach inside my closet and slide a random tie off the hanger. I run my fingers through the soft material before reaching the bed. Standing over her, I gauge her reaction to the tie.
