Page 80 of Snapping the Ice
He moaned and gasped below me, rubbing his dick againstmine. “More, fuck, I’m ready.” He peeked down and snapped the underwear again.
I groaned as pleasure-pain jolted through me. Holy hell, I could get off on this. Pushing a second finger inside him, I pumped. I should try a third finger first. I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Ezra, I’m getting close.” He trembled below me. “I want it like this. I want to see your face.”
“Okay.” I glided a third finger inside him, opening him up. “Is this okay?” I brushed my lips across the shell of his ear.
With a shudder, he said, “Yes, fuck yes. I want your cock.” He lifted his knees to his armpits. “Please.”
As need hummed through my body, I lifted off him, shifted the underwear lower on my hips, freeing my leaking dick and slathered lube over it. As my gaze met his, my heart glowed with emotion. God, I loved him. No doubts about it.
His chest heaved with deep breaths, his swollen lips parted and damp hair falling around his darkened eyes. “Ezra, I’m ready for this.”
With a sharp nod, I nudged my dick to his hole and fell over him. “It’s going to burn.” I pushed the head in. “Tell me to stop if you need to and bear down.”
He grimaced and fisted his firm dick, stroking it. “Go deeper.”
“Okay.” I pushed deeper inside him, his heat enveloping me in pressure and friction. “God, you feel good.” I gasped as pleasure flared and tingled in my balls.
“Yeah?” With a wicked grin, he snapped the band of the lace.
“Oh, fuck.” My body tensed with a surge of pleasure, and my dick jerked inside him. I shut my eyes for a beat. “Careful. I don’t want to come too soon.”
“No, can’t have that.” A low chuckle rumbled from his throat.
“Are you okay?” As my balls rested against his ass, I released a long breath. I had to center myself or I’d surely come any second.
“I’m great. Fuck me, Ezra.” While pumping his dick with one hand, he grabbed the back of my head with the other and dragged me down, his lips connecting with mine.
As I kissed him, I thrust my hips, his tight heat throwing me to the brink. With a long moan, I quickened my pace.
Breaking our kisses, he said, “Fuck, feels good. So fucking good.” He panted against my cheek, his breath whispering across my ear.
Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I fought to maintain control. With each snap of my hips, pleasure exploded inside me, sparking across my nerves. My balls grew tight.
He skimmed his hands across the lace on my ass and then snapped it once more.
“Fuck, coming.” I gritted out, my climax peaking. I fell over the edge as waves of sensation flooded my senses, my cock erupting with quick bursts, unloading my cum inside him. I whimpered and moaned with each thrust.
“Oh god, Ezra, this is intense.” He squeezed his eyes shut, dropped his mouth open and tensed his brows. “Coming, oh fuck, so fucking hard.” He pumped his dick between us and hot cum sprayed his chest, his hole clenching around me as if milking me dry.
As it slowed, I fell over him, struggling to catch my breath, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my face buried in his neck.
“I’ve felt nothing like that before. Holy shit, Ezra. You made me see stars for sure.” He freed a soft laugh. “How are we going to top that?”
I brushed my fingers along his shoulder. “Do we have to?” I turned my head, resting my cheek on his chest. “I mean, we could try different positions?—”
“I want to try everything with you. Maybe we can make a list and start knocking positions off it and rate them.” He giggled and squeezed me.
“Have you lost your mind?” With my lips curling into a grin, I lifted off him and focused on him. “Is there a method here?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Everything’s new and I’m discovering so much about myself I didn’t know.” His gaze softened. “It’s all because of you. If I hadn’t met you that day, I’d still be having boring as fuck hookups with puck bunnies.”
“Well, we can’t be having that.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “We can make a list, but I prefer to be spontaneous.” Maybe it was the creative side of me.
“Sure. But I’m going to see if I can find positions on the internet to try.” He gave me a warm smile.
Saturday evening, Lucas was out of town for another game, and I was working in my studio, editing family portraits. I hadn’t heard from Tate at all, and Stella still hadn’t seen him, so I was pretty sure he’d finally given up. I never called the police on him. At this point, it wasn’t necessary. I was eager for my life to return to normal, so I had returned to live at my apartment.
