He drags my hips forward and my body starts to come off the wall.
“Lean your back against the wall,” he practically snarls at me, his eyes burning dark green with reckless lust. “I’ll put your ass where I need it.”
“Oh,” I breathe out, “Ezra.”
I need this.
I need this so much, I might die without it.
I lean back though he keeps my hips thrust forward toward him and my neck still cranes downward to look at him. Ezra wedges in between my open legs as he nudges my hem with his nose, pushing it higher so he can press his lips to my belly button. He licks his tongue over my lower stomach, the skin just above my dark curls, before kissing his way down.
I nearly cry out when his head dips and his lips and tongue attack my pussy—as if it’s my mouth and he’s kissing me for the last time. I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep quiet as he sweeps his tongue inside me, swirling, licking, curling all the way around my inner walls and leaving nothing untouched.
His hands shift, grasping my hips, holding me up as my knees tremble. I let my head fall back against the wall and my eyes fall shut as he moves his tongue along my folds, seeking and finding my clit.
I moan and his fingers clench me tighter.
I’ve never felt so wet.
Between my arousal and the saliva from his mouth as he consumes me, I’m a sloppy, wet mess and I actually love it. It’s dirty and it feels so good that I don’t ever want to feel clean again.
Ezra tastes me everywhere, leaving no part of my pussy untouched. I’m panting as his hand sneaks in behind his lips and I feel a jolt of naughty electricity when his fingers explore the area between my holes.
He plays with me, dipping his fingers inside with a teasing sort of touch. He gathers my wetness and spreads it back, almost all the way to my back entrance. It feels so good in such a bad way, but it also freezes me with tension. I want to give every part of myself to Ezra, but that part of me…It has been used as a punishment so many times before, and I don’t think I can do it.
Not now.
I dig my fingers into his hair and pull his head back. When he looks up at me, it softens the tension immediately. His eyes are hooded and he pants. His face glistens from my slick arousal, and when he licks around his lips to taste it with a look of pure hunger on his face, I remember that he isn’t one of them. I remember that he wants to please me, not punish me.
His chest heaves and I can see how his erection strains against his jeans. I see it in his eyes how he struggles to speak through his arousal, but the fact that he struggles and speaks anyway comforts me.
“Too much?” he finally asks between deep breaths
He let me stop him.
He asked if it was too much
He cares what I want.
I know for most normal women that’s a minimum requirement, but for me, it means as much as if he were to give me the moon and stars.
“No,” I tell him, holding him, not just with my hands, but with my gaze.
He grins up at me, rubbing his hands over my hips as he waits for me to release him. But as amazing as it feels to have his tongue between my legs—and it does feel unbelievably amazing—locking in on his stare like this is more erotic to me than any physical touch he could give me.
Gradually, I lower, sliding my back down the wall until I’m kneeling in front of him. I let my hands fall to his shoulders as I do, slowly drifting down to land on his bare chest.
His large hands reach out to grip my face, fingers reaching back and combing into my hair. His eyes flicker as they watch mine, seeing everything that I see reflected back at him. I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“I want you on top of me, inside me,” I whisper. “I need to feel you come inside me.”
One of his hands slips around to hold the back of my head, the other to my lower back, and as Ezra dips to kiss me, he takes me gently down to the floor. I uncurl my legs and spread my knees, waiting for him to settle between my legs before I squeeze them tight to his hips. I reach between us as he bends to kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue while I work his zipper, stretching my small arms down as far as they can reach to push off the barriers of his clothing and free his hard cock.
As soon as it’s free, I find myself desperate for it, straddling the line drawn between sane lust and depraved lunacy. I buck my hips up, wiggling around with frenzied urgency to feel him inside me.
I nibble at his lower lip and he grins as he moves his mouth to my neck, lavishing my skin with his kisses and licks and nibbles.
“Now,” I whisper. “Please. Now.”
He reaches down, grabs his shaft, and moves the tip to tease against my folds as he finds just the perfect angle to—
“Oh...”
“Fucking…” he trails off on whatever crass language he was beginning to speak.
I would mourn the loss of those dirty words if it weren’t for the way he moves inside me, driving his hips forward to press all the way in. He holds me in that sweet, unmoving torture until I’m wriggling beneath him, practically writhing to get him to move.
“There are so many ways I want to fuck you, Anya.” He licks a long line straight up the side of my neck, then his nose runs over the skin just behind my ear. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of my hair. “A lifetime of ways to fuck you. I could make you come every hour of your life and it would never be enough.”
“Just stay inside me forever.”
He runs a hand over my hip, down to my knee, pressing and holding my leg against his side as he pulls out slowly, then pushes in again to the hilt. I moan at the delicious intrusion, the way his cock stretches my inner walls. He’s so thick when he’s hard, the perfect size to fill me completely.
“Forever, baby,” he whispers into my ear. “You and me.”
I smile as he sits up. He shuffles his knees in closer as he pumps in and out of me again. There’s a little extra roughness at the end of his stroke and it shakes me from my core all the way through my skull. A sound escapes me—something like a moan, but more feral and raw. My eyes take in the sight of Ezra’s sculpted body, his flexing ab muscles and strong shoulders, watching him fuck me slow but hard as he reaches for my left hand.
He pulls it to his lips, kissing the tops of my fingers, starting from the index, until he reaches my ring finger—the ring finger where I wear the diamonds Nikolai purchased for me. I shiver as he runs his tongue from the base of my palm, over the backs of the rings, all the way to the tip of that very finger.
“Mine?” he asks, taking the very question I always ask him and using it to claim me.
I refuse to belong to anyone else by force ever again. But I choose to belong to Ezra, only to Ezra, for the rest of my life. And it’s okay for me to belong to him because he belongs to me, too.