Page 92 of Ezra
“Not necessary.” He all but descends upon me. His steel arms wind around me as he claims my mouth with another deep kiss. For all of his strength and power, there’s a gentleness in the way he holds me. I wonder if he can sense how I’m trembling.
He pulls me to the sofa, guiding me to sit sideways in his lap. Our slow and smoldering kisses continue. His already-hard cock strains in his jeans against my ass, and I’m frustrated that he’s taking so long. Why doesn’t he just pounce? Eager, I shift on his lap, attempting to grind against him and tease him.
I want him so badly.
“I know this is new for you.” The rumble of his voice tickles my ear as his hands slide beneath my blouse, trailing my belly. Delightful shivers run along my spine, prickling my skin, sending every hair on my arms and the back of my neck on end.
I swallow, nodding.
“Are you certain about this?” His fingers grip my hair and guide my head sideways. I whimper as he plants kisses against my neck. “We can go slow.”
“I don’t wantslow.”Impatient, I reach between his legs and palm his groin, feeling his rock-hard dick and wondering what it’ll feel like inside me. He grunts, nuzzling me. “Hurry up!”
“You’ve never had a man before.” His teeth graze my earlobe, nibbling. “And I’ve never had a woman like you. We should savor this.”
I want to turn in his lap, take command, show him I’m just as capable as any experienced woman, but he holds me fast. “I’m savoring it plenty. I promise you that.” I nip his lower lip as he tilts my head back and kisses me.
“Katrina.” He unfastens my jeans. “Is this what I have to look forward to?” He teases the edge of my panties, making me squirm. “Arguing with you, even during intimacy?”
“Maybe,” I murmur as his fingers trail up to my shirt and toy with each button until they pop open, one after the other.
My blouse slips down my shoulders when he opens it, revealing my nude lace bralette. “I want to look at you again,” he mutters, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the curve of my breast.
“One peek in the bathroom wasn’t enough to tide you over?” His lips on my skin are electrifying.
“Not even close,” Ezra rumbles.
Before I even realize it, he’s made quick work of my bralette and slips it off. He takes a long moment to gaze at me, and I shift, too aware of the quickening pulse in my throat, the brief tightness in my chest.
I’ve never let a man see me like this before.
“Perfection.” His hand traces my spine as he leans in. Greeted with air and the thrill of his nose and mouth trailing up to my collarbone, my nipples are already stiff.
“You’re taking way too long,” I complain, retaliating by shifting in his lap again, my back to his chest. If he’s not going to give me what I want when I want it, I’m determined to be an unbearable cock tease.
Ezra hums deeply and spreads my legs apart, stilling my grinding. My jeans are still on, but that doesn’t seem to matter. He takes me gently by the neck, tilting my head to the side as he whispers into my ear, “Let me remedy that.”
Then his long fingers delve down beneath my panties, slipping between the folds of my pussy. An instant shock of pleasure erupts from my core as he finds my clit. With a soft, circular motion that starts off slow, he makes my legs jerk and my toes curl. “Is this what you wanted?”
A moan escapes me. “More.”
His ministration quickens. “More?” he practically purrs into my ear, voice deep and husky.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg. I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I’ve never known pleasure like this. I’ve gottenmyself off plenty of times, but he’s building this pressure to levels I can barely take.
“I remember this.” He hasn’t let go of my neck, holding my head up beneath my jawline, like I’m a toy marionette—the android—and he’smymaster. That thought alone threatens to push me over the edge. “I remember how wet you were that night, how intoxicating it was to feel it. Hear it.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Keep going.”
He grits his teeth, like he’s fighting against himself, pulling at his own restraint. “I must’ve watched you come a thousand times. You’ve turned me into something obsessed, made my gratification drive close to an animal. All I can think about, at night, alone, is fucking you.”
Ezra pushes a finger inside me, then another, thumb teasing my clit in a new way. I canhearhow soaking wet I am. I’m at the brink. The way he grips me, grinds his dick against me as I fuck myself on his fingers is too much.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Oh, god—Ezra—I’m going to scream?—”
His finger pistons into me, and he makes no attempt to quiet me. “Scream. Let me hear you.”
I cry out as waves of pleasure overtake me, my legs tensing and spasming. It’s the most explosive release I’ve ever experienced.
