Page 47 of Perfect Pairing
“Slow to start,” I said, mirroring my words by lazily circling my clit. “Sometimes, I like to watch porn first.”
“What kind?” he asked, his hand on his cock moving in tandem with mine.
“I’m not picky,” I answered honestly, biting my lip as I held myself back from increasing the pressure.
“Girl on girl?”
“Sometimes.”
“You into that?”
I shook my head. “For the record, I think sexuality is fluid, even in people who claim to be straight. I wouldn’t consider myself bi, but…maybe I’m a little curious.”
“Curiosity is hot,” Ezra said. “But you should know I don’t like to share.”
“Neither do I.” I choked on a laugh as I pressed the pads of three fingers right against that bundle of nerves, my pulse thumping against my flesh, begging to be set free. “At least, I have no interest in sharing you with anyone.”
Ezra’s groan emanated from deep in his chest. “If I had my way, I’d lock us in a cabin deep in the woods for a week and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. I’d fuck you until you forgot every name but mine for how many times I’d make you scream it.”
“Ez,” I breathed. “I need more.”
“Fuck yourself with your fingers, honey. Fill yourself up and imagine it’s my fingers right back where they belong, stuffed deep inside that tight cunt.”
I did as he asked, cursing low as I curled two fingers inside myself. “I wanna see you.”
Ezra shifted the phone above his body. That day in the winery kitchen, I hadn’t seen enough of him, hadn’t seen anything beyond his forearms and the strong, sexy column of his neck. The rest of him was lean but not skinny. He wasn’t stacked like an athlete, but he was muscular, like he exercised regularly—not in a showy way, but in a way that told me he was a different type of strong. His biceps bulged deliciously as he flexed his hand against his shaft. His pecs and abs shadowed the skin of his torso. I traced my eyes over the idents at his hips, the faint V drawing my eye tohis cock, where he worked himself.
My mouth dried out.
“You’re…awfully big,” I said awkwardly, and Ezra chuckled in response.
“I promise, honey, you could take it.”
God, I wanted to try.
“I wish I’d gotten to taste you,” I told him.
“If that was all we got, that one day, that single moment…I’m glad it was you who got off and not me.”
“Why?”
“Because every night when I’ve found myself just like this”—he gestured to his engorged cock—“it’s been the memory of your taste on my tongue, your sounds in my ears, and your name on my lips as I came.”
“I’ve thought about you too,” I admitted, my heart rate kicking up. I knew it wouldn’t take much to set me off. My skin was too tight for my bones, my head light from my labored breaths. While I wanted to believe I could get myself there with a simple touch, my fingers were no match for the way Ezra had undone me with his. So, I dropped my phone onto my bed—which Ezra protested loudly—and reached into my nightstand for my vibrator.
When my phone was back in my hand, I brandished the sex toy in front of the camera. “I pretend this is you,” I said, moving my phone and toy at the same time, giving Ezra a close up as I worked the silicone around my clit before slowly pushing it inside my sex.
“I bet it doesn’t fill you as well as I would,” he grumbled. “Bet it doesn’t fuck you as good either.”
“Ez,” I groaned when the toy was fully seated then flicked it on. The vibration sang through my entire body, and my back arched into it.
“Fuck, honey,” he whispered reverently. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Keep talking. Please,” I begged as I began to work the toy in and out.
Through my heavily lidded eyes, I watched as Ezra increased his pace, his hand flying over his cock. Even in my lust-induced haze, I couldn’t help but marvel at his size and thickness, at the vein snaking along the underside and the broad, blunt tip that steadily leaked beads of precum. I wanted to swipe my tongue over that slit, to become as intimate with his unique flavor as he was with mine.
“I bet you’d take my cock so well. So perfectly. You’d fit me like a glove. And you’d let me fuck you bare, wouldn’t you?”
