Page 121 of Perfect Pairing
“Needy little girl,” he said. “I like that you can’t talk. Can’t tell me what you want. You’re entirely at my mercy, aren’t you, honey? I could torture you for hours, and you’d lay there and take it like the good girl you are.”
I moaned low as heat pooled between my thighs with his words.
“But I’m not going to torture you, baby. Not tonight. Everything about you right now is too delicious, too fucking tempting. I need to sample it all.”
At last, he shifted his head and closed his mouth around my nipple, his teeth softly scraping my sensitive flesh as he cleaned up every bit of the chocolate coating my skin.
He pulled back and licked his lips, though they were coated in melted candy. “Fuck, you’re sweet.”
After repeating the process on the other side, biting at me in a way that had my back arching, desperate to get closer to him, for him to give my core some friction, he at last hovered his face over mine.
“I love you,” he said before he bent and captured the final strawberry and my lips with his. I opened for him, letting the chocolate-covered fruit mingle between us, loving that I could taste it and every other sweet treat he’d collected from my bodyon his tongue.
“Need you now,” I breathed when he pulled away.
“Right here?” he asked.
“Right here,” I confirmed, clawing at his shirt. He obliged me, pulling it over his head before stepping out of his pants. Then, he reached for me, dragging me to the edge of the table and off before spinning me and bending my front over its cool surface.
“Gonna fuck you just like this,” he mumbled, smacking my backside. “Wanna watch this gorgeous ass ripple with every thrust.”
“Ezra.” The word was part whine, part moan, and entirely frustrated.
“My greedy fucking girl.”
“Only yours,” I agreed. I wasn’t even sure I was making sense, so horny I was seconds away from coming apart.
“I didn’t bring any condoms, honey, and I really don’t feel like running upstairs.”
“Don’t. I need you now.”
“Bare?” he asked, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. I turned my head to look at him. “If I take you bare, honey…I’m not pulling out.”
“Don’t.”
“You’re not on birth control.”
“Put a baby in me, Ez.”
“Fucking hell, woman,” he said, brushing his head through my slit then lining up with my entrance. “You have ruined me.”
I gasped as he roughly pushed inside, and he gave me a beat to adjust before setting a punishing pace that had my thighs slamming uncomfortably into the edge of the table. But the painwas secondary to the pleasure he wrung from my body, from the high I got just being connected to him like this. The slapping sounds of our thighs and the wet sounds of him pumping in and out of me echoed through the otherwise quiet room, and I braced my feet to better greet him, to drive him deeper each time.
He drove me higher and higher until my climax shimmered before me, the pressure on my clit nearly unbearable as I clenched my walls tighter around him and reached between us to thumb that bundle of nerves. A few brushes of my fingers was all it took to set me off into space, the edges of my vision darkening as stars danced in front of them.
Distantly, I heard Ezra say, “Last chance to back out,” through gritted teeth.
“Never. I want your babies. No time like the present to start trying.”
His grip on my hips tightened as he pistoned faster, prolonging my orgasm as he found his own. With a rough, almost strangled cry, he spilled, hot and long, inside me.
He quickly withdrew and flipped me onto my back, lifting my hips and holding me there. I hooked my heels on the edge of the table to keep myself upright.
“Can’t waste any of my cum, can we, baby?” Ezra asked, reaching a hand between my thighs when I was steady so he could shove anything that leaked out back in.
It hit me then that we were really doing this.
The life together.
