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I'm here now, in this moment. Making love for the first time to the most beautiful woman in the world. I never thought for one moment that I would have sex—amazingsex—with the woman of my dreams. I thought that even once my siblings had left the house, I'd be too old to be ‘in the game’ and no one would be attracted to someone like me.
Lucky me to find this woman waiting for me, wanting me. Right here, right now. Exactly as I am.
Our bodies move to their own rhythm, in total synchronicity, as if they have done this before somehow. As if we were meant to be. I know what it feels like to get myself off, but I never imagined that sex could feel this good. Andfuckdoes this feel so fuckinggood.
"Fuck, Quinn, you're still so fucking tight," I moan, seating myself and grinding in deep. She moans.
"E-Ezra, do you want to try something else?" she asks in between pants.
I nod, afraid to say much more. Then she gently nudges me to lie on the bed and climbs on top of me. My mind goes crazy with the thought of what will happen next. She leans forward to kiss me deeply, then slowly lowers herself onto my shaft, taking me deeper inside her than I would have thought possible. Her head tilts back as she moans from my reentry, her hair falling behind her like an ethereal copper curtain.
She is so fucking beautiful.
I place one hand onto the valley of her delicious, curvy hips, helping her keep steady while she rocks over me, forward and backward, bringing me in and out of her with each movement.
"Shit, you feel so fucking good," I moan.
"Thrust your hips upwards to meet me," she says, and I comply. "Ah, yes. Just like that!Ezra!" She moans my name over and over while I grit my teeth and try desperately not to let go of my release too soon.
Fuck, any more of this and I think I'm going to explode.
“Oh, Ezra.” She leans in and pushes her tongue into my mouth. While our tongues are entangled in a game of tag, the sway of her hips increases in tempo and she adds a slight rotation every time she draws me back into her. My hips meet her tempo, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I tighten my hold on her hips, trying desperately to make this last.
"Fuck, Quinn, I'm coming," I grunt.
"N-no, Ezra, wait, we'll come together," she quickly murmurs, increasing the speed even more, her tits bouncing and swaying in front of me, and as if on instinct, my rhythm matches hers perfectly.
In and out. In and out. I feel all of her tightening along the sides of my cock, tightening…and tightening...
"Fuuuuck, Quinn!"
"Ezraaaaaa!" The walls of her cave pulse around me as she reaches her climax.
"Ah,Quiiiinnnn!" I gasp, my seed spilling out as I meet her there.
I collapse backward, heaving, shuddering.Fuck. I want to do that over and over again with her. My brain buzzes from the high of what we just did. Is this love?
"That was fucking incredible.Wow," Quinn gasps as she collapses beside me.
I turn to meet her eyes. "You really thought so? You're not just saying that to make me feel better about myself since it was my first time?" I chuckle nervously.
She closes the gap between us and kisses me tenderly. "I would never lie to you, Ezra Taylor. Being with you like that was fucking magic."
A huge smile takes over my lips. Yep. I think this is love.
15
Quinn
"Did you hear about Syn City last weekend?" I drown out Sarah's lunchtime gossip and ponder upon the past couple of weeks.
I've had my head in a cloud made of love and rainbows ever since Ezra and I made love. And it’sshowing.Sarah hasn’t given up trying to get more information out of me ever since Ezra turned up with a bouquet of handpicked flowers all those weeks ago. Since then, my usual good mood has become a megawatt of happiness. And while Ezra and I haven’t really said it yet, I’m definitely feeling a connection that starts with the biggest of all L’s—love.
We haven’t been overt about our relationship though, keeping it mostly to ourselves since we've been kind of sneaking around like teenagers, spending time together, and sneaking dates in between our work shifts and Ezra's sibling's general life schedules.
But I've never felt happier in my life.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as we pack up our lunch boxes, and I pick it up to see that it's a message from Ezra.
