He moves one leg between mine, pressing against my inner thigh, and I widen my legs. He nips my skin as he leans over me. I shiver.
“My good girl,” he whispers, looking up at me. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.”
He smirks and glides his teeth across my stomach. Sucking in, I lift my back from the bed. He’s teasing me, and I love it. His laughter tickles my skin. I groan as he slides his fingers under the edge of my underwear, and I lift my hips.
“Do you want something, Foxy?” He caresses me, back and forth, back and forth.
“You know I do,” I moan.
“I can smell how much you want me,” he rumbles, biting the fabric. “Makes me want to eat you.” He uses his teeth to drag the lace down my legs. “Do you want that?”
“Please.” I lift my legs to help him remove the fabric.
“I want to taste you.” He cups my knees, pushing my legs further apart as his palms travel up. Stopping at the crook of my thigh, he tilts his head and touches the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth. “This is mine.” He drags his thumb over me and then presses my clit. “Say it,” he demands.
“It's yours,” I say.
He settles on his heels and dips his head. Words escape me as he replaces his thumb with his mouth. I wrap my fingers around the chain. His hot breath on the sensitive skin adds to the level of pleasure. I’ve never had a man go down on me. The fascination has never been enough to convince me to ask. I’m glad I didn’t. Ezra is the only man who gets all of me. I know any other experience would have been disappointing.
He wraps his arm under my hips and holds me to his mouth. I turn my head, pressing my lips to my arm as he slides his finger inside me. My body wants fast, but my mate knows howto prolong my pleasure. The heat rises more as he slowly glides in and out. He licks my clit, slowly, over and over again. Being restrained takes away the pressure of having to think about my next move. I am at his mercy, even though I could say my word, why would I want to? He tightens his arm, urging me closer, and takes me higher. The mating heat that I have tried to ignore explodes. There is no holding back, trying to suppress it, and I don’t have to. Ezra will take care of all my needs. A pull begins in my stomach, and my body tingles. He eases back as if he knows I’m on the edge.
“So good,” he growls, licking his lips. He kneels, removing all contact, and pushes his shorts down. Throwing them to the floor, he smirks and crawls up my body, rubbing his wet mouth along my skin. “Are you close?” he asks, hovering above my breasts.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Let’s get you closer,” he says, lifting his hand. He traces the fabric covering me, dipping his finger underneath, and pulls. Dipping his head, he licks my breast. “Gorgeous.” With a twist of his fingers, he unclasps my bra and pushes it away. He slides his cock over me as he sucks my nipple.
The slow pull of his mouth adds to the overwhelming sensation of being claimed. He takes me as he does everything else, with care, determination, and love. I press my head into the pillow, gasping. There is magic floating in the air. The universe knows what a momentous occasion this is. Our bond is not about sex, but a joining of our bodies, hearts, and minds.
“Ezra,” I moan as he switches to my other breast.
“Not yet, baby,” he hums, biting gently. “I want you soaked.”
“I am,” I whine, pulling my cuffs.
“More,” he demands, pressing our hips together, yet not entering me.
“How much more?” I don’t know how I can take more. I’m on fire.
“Hold on for me,” he rasps, dragging his mouth up my neck. “How bad do you want it?”
“Bad enough to beg,” I groan.
“Hmm…” He sucks the skin under my jaw. “I would love to hear begging from your lips.” Coasting his mouth over my chin, he pauses, his lips barely brushing mine. “Let me hear.”
“Ezra, please.” I lick my lips, my tongue touching his mouth. “I need you inside me. Now,” I pant, and he grins.
“That's all?” He bites my lip.
“I want to mark you. Bind you to me forever,” I continue, and his eyes narrow.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Mark you. I love you, and need to bite you…fuck,” I cry as he thrusts. “Yes.”
“Yeah, baby.” He straightens his arms, balancing on his knees, and moves slowly and steadily. “Fuck, yeah. You feel so good. Take your mate.”
