Page 21 of Maybe This Time
I’d barely grown accustomed to his ministrations, when Ezra slipped a hand between us and before I knew it, he dipped below the waistband of the black lace and touched me right where I wanted him.
I arched into his touch, a strangled sound tearing through me.
He buried his face against my neck, his lips pressed against my collarbone. “You’re such a mess, Talya,” he grunted, his fingers skimming gently over my clit before he pushed two fingers inside me. I clenched around him, the unexpected intrusion deliciously welcomed. “I made you like this, didn’t I? So eager for me, aren’t you, beautiful?”
I moaned loudly, barely aware of what came out of my mouth as he moved them in and out of my pussy, fucking me at a torturous pace.
He nipped at my collarbone before licking the sting away. “I need to hear you say it, Talya. I can feel how much you want me, but I need to hear you say it.”
I slightly pulled his head away and he fixed me with a heavy look. There was so much possession in his gaze, one I’d been craving to see for so long. I hated to be told what to do, hated when men tried to claim me, but the way Ezra looked at me, I’d say yes to anything he asked for without hesitation.
Ezra James already had my heart and soul, but now my body was his to do whatever he pleased with.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “You did. This is all because of you. Only you.” The words spilled out of my mouth unrestrained. He deserved to know and I wanted to tell him.
“Good,” was the only thing he said before he surged up and caught my mouth with his, and I kissed him back with everything I had.
This kiss was rougher, more greedy as he fucked me with more urgency now, his thumb moving over my clit with expert, tight circles. My orgasm climbed with terrifying speed, and I was trembling from pleasure so badly, if his other hand weren’t splayed across my back, I wouldn’t be sitting upright.
My muscles tensed, screaming for release. My hands dug into his hair, yanking to grasp myself into reality before I floated away. He hissed against my mouth, which only made me more desperate for him while I chased the blooming heat taking flight in my core.
I kissed him again before I pulled away, panting as I rode his hand. “Ezra,” I whined. “I—” I couldn’t finish my thought, the feel of his fingers inside too much.
“I know, Talya. Your cunt is practically sucking my fingers in.”
Holy fuck. This was better than I’d ever made up in my mind.
“Now keep your eyes on me and give me what I want.”
Ezra watched me with so much awe, I was barely able to keep my gaze locked on his as I rode closer to the edge. Having Ezra’s complete attention and admiration was a sight to see. There was something about the way he looked at me, the way he said my name that unraveled every part of me with each passing second. There was something to be said about being worshiped like this that made me want every inch of him.
A hot and aching sensation settled in my chest as he pressed his thumb harder against my sensitive clit, and I broke.
“Ezra.” His name wrapped around the loud moan that tore through my chest, my thighs clamping around his hand as my nails dug into his scalp. Ezra didn’t stop, only continued fucking me through my orgasm as he crashed his lips to mine, drinking every sound I made.
He’d barely pulled his fingers out of me when my hands fumbled to remove the layers of clothes he still had on, revealing the smooth deep-olive skin I’d imagined a million times and a smattering of dark chest hair. Lean muscles framed his tattooed body, a carved cut at his hips.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
My compliment pulled a laugh from him that cracked my chest open when I looked at him to see his face light up. I wanted to bask in it, but right now, I needed something more. He opened his mouth to say something, but his breath stuttered as I raked my nails over his chest and down his abdomen.
“Lift for me.”
CHAPTER 11
EZRA
“Lift for me,”Talya demanded, her soft skin already digging under my waistband.
I splayed my hands next to me and frantically did as she asked, tilting my hips up as she yanked my pants and briefs down until they were trapped around my thighs. My heavy cock bobbed between us, already leaking. It had taken everything in me not to come while she made a mess all over my hand, the proof of her orgasm still coating my fingers.
I didn’t care that I was painfully aroused from her undoing. I wanted her to see how much I craved her.
How much I’dalwayscraved her.
Talya looked at me with her bottom lip between her teeth, cherry hair spilling over her shoulder. She held my gaze and wrapped her hand around me without warning.
“Talya,” I hissed. “You’re gonna make me come if you’re not more careful.”
