Page 58 of Perfect Pairing
What my dad didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“I—” I started, the syllable coming out on a croak. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I live upstairs.”
The creases between his eyes deepened. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you,” I told him. “I missed you too, and I’ve thought about this every day. I want real orgasms with you, not the inadequate ones we’ve been giving ourselves over the phone. The next time you come with my name on your lips, I want it to be inside me.”
Ezra was still for a beat longer before he hauled me off the counter and over his shoulder. I squealed, laughing as he moved out of the kitchen and down the short hall to the back.
Thankfully, I hadn’t locked the lower door when I’d come down earlier, so he pushed inside, his footfalls heavy as he ascended the stairs, carrying me like a sack of flour. The door at the top required fingerprint access—my dad wasn’t taking any chances with my safety, he’d said—so Ezra spun me, and I let us in.
Once inside, he didn’t pause to look around, didn’t set me on my feet. He just made a beeline down the hallway, pushed into my bedroom, and dropped me on the bed.
“Fuck, Brie,” he said, leaning over me, running his hands up the length of my torso, from hips to breasts, until he cupped themounds, his thumbs teasing over my nipples, which had pebbled beneath the fabric of my bra and shirt. “Are you sure about this?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” I promised.
Ezra took his time stripping himself out of his clothes. His long, thick fingers worked nimbly as they unfastened each button on the front of his shirt. When he shrugged it off, I was surprised to find his skin had turned a golden brown in the months since I’d last seen him in the flesh. Not to mention, he’d packed on some more muscle, and as he stepped out of his pants, my eyes dragged over his entire body.
“God,” I groaned, throwing myself backward onto my mattress and tossing an arm over my face dramatically. “How did you get even hotter the last seven months?”
Ezra chuckled, the end of my bed dipping as he knelt between my thighs. I moved my arm and opened my eyes, finding him fully naked, his cock heavy and engorged, jutting out from his body.
My mouth suddenly went dry.
Ezra reached for the waistband of my leggings, peeling them and my panties down. I sat up and made quick work of my apron,top, and bra, groaning when he knelt again and hauled me up against him. Each of my nerve endings sparked to life when we connected, and I bent to capture his mouth with mine. I wanted to consume him, to let him climb inside my body and stay with me forever, but for his sake, I needed to make something clear before we went any further.
“I know this is a one-time thing, Ez,” I whispered against his lips. “I’m not asking you for anything but this—this single night. I just…needed you to know that.”
Ezra stared at me, the only sounds in the room the twin thumping of our hearts. Then, he jerked his head once in the approximation of a nod before tipping me backward and covering my body with his.
“Just once,” he agreed softly before he claimed my mouth again, his groan reverberating through his chest and mine as my tongue swept against his. I circled my legs around his hips, bringing him closer.
His tip bumped against my entrance, and a shiver passed through me.
He was so big. I knew this from nights on FaceTime, but seeing it on my tiny iPhone screen and being confronted with it in real life were two very different things. It was one of those “objects in mirror may be closer than they appear” moments, only Ezra’s dick was much thicker and longer than I’d anticipated.
“You gonna let me fuck you bare?” he asked through gritted teeth, his grip on my hips just shy of painful as he held himself back from sinking into me. “I can’t—if this is the only night I get you, I don’t have it in me for foreplay right now.” He reached between us and brushed his fingers through my slit. They came away coated in my arousal, and he grinned. “So fucking wet. All this sweet honey, just for me. I could slide inside you so easily.”
I nodded, not needing to think about it. “If this is all we get, I want to be as close to you as possible.”
“Fuck, honey,” he said, dropping his face to my neck and shifting closer. “Put it in.”
I reached down and gripped his length, giving him a few experimental tugs that had him making that delicious groaning sound against my skin. Then, I notched his head at my core, andhe pushed inside.
“Slow,” I gasped as he began to stretch me. “It’s been…a while.”
Over a year, to be exact, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him.
Ezra heeded my warning, angling himself deeper inside me with a slowness that took my breath away. I’d never had a man take care of me in bed before, never had one care about my pleasure, making sure what we were doing felt as good for me as it did for him.
But the entire time Ezra worked to seat himself fully inside me with shallow advances and retreats, he murmured words of praise, telling me how sexy I was, how good I felt, how perfect my pussy was. He pressed kisses to my temple and forehead, eyelids and cheeks.
When he slid all the way in at last, he captured my mouth in a sweet, slow kiss that did wonders for distracting me from the slight burn as I acclimated to him.
“You okay?” he asked.
At last, I relaxed fully, and I hooked my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass. “Yes. Now move.”
