Page 102 of Perfect Pairing
Even in the dimness, the room only illuminated from the massive full moon and the lights filtering in from the foyer, I could clearly see every plane and hollow of his face. His beautiful chocolate eyes had gone as dark as the night sky flecked with stars. Sparkling and glowing just for me.
I sat up so he could free me of the wool, and since I hadn’t worn a bra, a moment later, I was entirely topless, my nipplespebbling in the chilly room. Then he bent and captured one of those tight peaks with his lips, laving one with his tongue before moving onto the other. He chased his mouth with his thumb, brushing it over my flesh until I was writhing, my pulse thrumming incessantly in my clit.
“Need you now,” I murmured as he moved north, trailing kisses up the column of my throat until he was once again a breath away.
“You have me.”
His hand reached to my hair, toying with the end of my braid. With a gentleness that made my heart ache, he unwound the tie from the end, slipping it onto his wrist, then slowly unweaving the strands. When it was fully unraveled, he dove his fingers in and massaged my scalp. I moaned at how good his strong fingers felt against my roots.
He was always taking care of me, always making me feel cherished and wanted and desired in a way I’d never experienced before.
And god, I half loved him for it.
“Need you inside,” I whined, trying to distract myself fromthatdangerous thought by reaching for his belt and deftly undoing it and his pants, tugging them down his hips. He backed away from the bed to kick out of them while I stripped out of my skirt, tights, and panties.
Once again, Ezra stilled, watching me. Despite the low temperature in the room, my skin heated with his perusal, his eyes branding my skin, warming me from the inside.
“You are so fucking beautiful, it almost hurts to look at you.”
“I love the way you look at me,” I said, recliningon my elbows and dropping my legs wide, more brazen than I’d ever been before. Well, more so than I’d ever been with anyone but Ezra. This man—he made me unhinged. Bold. Out of my mind with need.
“How do I look at you?”
“Like you’re a man starved and I’m your favorite meal.”
Ezra grinned, his teeth flashing in the dark room. “I’ve dreamed about this,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed. But he didn’t move over me. Instead, he stopped a few feet shy and flopped onto his stomach.
Putting him eye level with my pussy.
“About what, exactly?” I asked, reclining once again, a surprised exhale leaving me when he reached out and trailed a finger through my slit.
“About having you again. About tasting this honey sweet cunt. About your perfect pussy wrapped around my cock.” His hand came up to cup one of my breasts, and I grabbed the other, both of us rolling my nipples between our fingers. The pressure and touch was woefully inadequate and too far away from where I needed it. I squirmed, trying to bring myself closer to him, to get his mouth on me, and he chuckled darkly.
“So fucking needy,” he said.
“Touch me, Ez.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please.”
“Please,what?”
Realization dawned, and my toes curled against the sheets as I said, “Please, Chef.”
Ezra rewarded me with a long, slow lick from back to front, hisflattened tongue hitting all the sweet spots along the way. God, it was too good. Too perfect. Too much of everything I’d been missing, of everything we’d denied ourselves.
I gripped a handful of his hair, holding him to me.
“You taste so fucking good, honey. Like your namesake. I want to fucking drown in you.”
“More, Ez.”
“You want my fingers? My cock?”
“All of it.”
“All in good time, baby.” He shifted so he could smooth his hands up my thighs, pressing them back, opening me wider. I was more vulnerable than I’d ever been in my life, but I’d never felt safer. With this man, it was okay for me to fall apart. I was encouraged, even, to be my truest, most confident self—not the youngest of five sisters who often got babied or lost in the shuffle, but a desirable adult woman who knew what she wanted and asked for it.
