Now.
I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. “Make me come,” I beg between hectic kisses. “Make me come right now.”
Something resembling a growl shudders his entire body and it shakes mine, too. His hands fall to my hips, gripping me tightly. Then he rolls me off him, slamming my back into the mattress, and lays down heavily on top of me.
There’s hesitation in his eyes for the briefest moment. He doesn’t want to be like them—like the monsters who raped me. But he could never be that. He can fuck me any way he wants to because he does it with such love for me. If I tell him to stop, he will…and because of that, I won’t.
I want to see him lost in this, lost in me, lost in us.
I reach between us, working his buckle. I undo the button and zipper and slip my fingers beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs. I shove them down, unsheathing his hard cock. He groans, placing his forehead against mine as my fingers graze along his shaft.
I feel as possessive as he does as I run my fingers along the part of him that needs me so insistently. I wrap my hand around the base and tug gently.
“Mine?” I ask, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.
“It’s yours,” he says and I melt, sinking deeper into the mattress, letting him smother me with his love. “Every part of me is yours.”
“I want you inside me. Please.”
I’m still bare and exposed beneath Ezra’s button-down shirt. His green eyes sparkle as he reaches down to position himself against my opening and his fingers find me already wet for him—it’s true and honest arousal, and the slickness of it makes me feel powerful. I’m not dry and waiting to take the pain; I’m soaked and anxious for the pleasure.
He groans, letting his hand linger, his fingers playing with me—they slip along my folds, dip inside me, drag, and swirl and spread my wetness until I’m squirming beneath him.
I never thought I’d know such desire.
I never thought I’d want a man this way.
Ezra worships me with his touch and it makes me want to give him everything I have.
I gasp and moan as he circles my clit with his thumb, slowly pressing the tip of his cock inside me. “Please,” I beg, and he gives me what I need.
His hips thrust forward, and I feel every perfectly agonizing inch of him as he sinks inside me, stretching my pussy to accept his pulsing length. He rears back, sitting up on his knees as my legs encircle him.
He grabs my hips as he rises on his knees, dragging my body closer, burying his cock deep. He looks down at me as though he could consume my very soul with nothing more than a groan, a deep thrust, and a perfectly-timed kiss to devour me. I gasp at the feel of him, at the look on his face as he watches mine. When he starts to move, I feel as though I might die from this intensity.
He leans forward, his fists landing on the mattress, holding him up as he fucks me with a rocking motion that sets my insides on fire.
I can’t speak.
I can hardly breathe.
My lungs beg for the release that will set them free from my panting and gasping need.
“You’re pussy feels like heaven. Fuck. You feel incredible.”
His words that worship me tighten in my chest. Not a painful tightening—it’s more like a warm embrace around my heart. He watches me as his hips roll, his eyes flickering across my expression, and I know how he sees me.
He sees the way my face changes when he angles just right. He sees the tension in my jaw, the slant in my brow that forms with the creasing of my forehead. He sees my teeth tug on my bottom lip, then the way they part with a gasp in pleasure-filled surprise
“There,” I gasp. “Right there. Oh, God. Make me come. Make me come, Ezra.” I lift my head from the mattress, pressing up onto my elbows to look between us to see where we’re joined.
Given all I’ve been through, the sight of a man thrusting inside me should be abhorrent. But with Ezra, it’s anything but. Seeing the way we connect so perfectly, so beautifully at the end of his chiseled, sculpted, perfectly toned abs—beneath the patch of dirty blond hair that leads the trail to his cock—turns me on. He’s so strong, so powerful with his lean muscle; a dream of a man brought to life that heaven sent to me.
Oh, God.
He looks so good.
I exhale harshly as the start of my climax tugs through my body, stretching from head to toe in a tight string of tingling tension. “Oh. Ohh…”
Ezra snatches my wrist, yanking my elbow out from beneath me, and I land flat on my back. He brings my hand down between us, encouraging my fingers to dance over my clit. I watch him while I rub, while his gaze falls down to observe carefully as I rapidly circle over my sensitive flesh.
It only takes moments like this and a groan from deep within his chest to ignite me. My heart stops as the string that pulls tension through my body stretches tighter and snaps in two, bursting all the tingling pressure right in my core. The soul-crushing climax bursts and ripples through my entire body.
I go limp on the mattress, but Ezra keeps fucking me. Thrust after thrust after thrust and…
Oh, God.
Oh, my fucking God.
His cock swells just before his orgasm spills inside me and the pressure only lifts me higher. Then I fall hard and fast into a second, unexpected orgasm.
That’s never happened to me before.
Ezra could feel it. He could feel the way my walls clenched and pulsed around him, and I watch his face as a grin of pure satisfaction touches every feature. He brings such brightness to his face that you could fool me into thinking that the light haloing around him radiated from his soul, though I know it’s only from the light fixture above him.
“Anya,” he says with a sated chuckle. “Fuck.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips as I look up at him with half-hooded eyes. I feel so wet. The mess of him and me coming together drips from my sensitive pussy and the mere thought of it sends a tiny, clenching aftershock of pleasure—just a quick lightning bolt of bliss that strikes straight through to my clit.
He bends with a proud smile, kissing the corner of my lips sensually, kissing my cheek and along my jawline, nuzzling his nose over my earlobe. I reach for him, wrapping my arms around him and running my hands over his back.
“I’ve never felt so completely…” I struggle for words.
“Undone?” he offers.
“Fulfilled,” I counter.
“Unhinged?”
“Satisfied.”
“Content?” he asks.
I grab his face in both of my hands. “Complete. I feel so complete with you inside me.”