Page 107 of Bless My Body

cross the hall, careful not to make a sound, and turn the knob on Ezra’s door.

It’s dark in his room, and I can just barely make out his body under the covers.

“Took you long enough,” Ezra says with a sleepy voice. “I almost fell asleep.” I love that sleepy

voice because it’s coaxed me to orgasm many times on our late-night phone calls.

“Sorry.” I climb into his bed, and we lay facing each other. Neither one of us makes a move. We

both know this is it. The last time.

Ezra finally exhales before bringing his lips to mine. He kisses me slowly, like he never wants to

stop. If this is our last time together, he doesn’t want to rush, and I completely understand that. His

hands move down my body, tracing every curve. Goosebumps pop up on my arms from his soft

touches.

I pull away from his mouth to remove my clothes because keeping these on for one more second

feels like it might kill me. I want to feel his body on me. I want his warmth to envelop me like only he

can.

He removes his briefs while I take off my shorts. I lay back on his bed, and he comes and sets

himself in-between my legs. For once, he isn’t telling me what to do or which position he wants me

in. He’s not saying anything, which makes my heart race even more.

He’s kissing me again, this time with a little more power, a little more urgency. A groan escapes

from both of us when his cock presses up against me.

He props himself up and looks down at me. “Celine.”

I know he wants to know what I’m thinking. He wants me to confirm that this is the last time. We

haven’t talked about it yet, but I know he knows I won’t let this continue past the thirty days. I’m too

scared to let this go on.

I shake my head. “Not now. Please, not now.” He sighs but doesn’t argue. He lines himself up

with my entrance and slowly pushes inside me, his hips start moving against mine. Painfully slow. I

need more from him. I want all of him.

His eyes and hands are all over my body like he’s trying to memorize every part of me. His thrusts

get harder, but his movements are still slow.

This is the only time we have ever had sex like this. Usually, it’s fast and hard and dirty. But this

is the opposite of all of that. It’s perfect for the occasion because it makes my heart shatter. The way

he says my name again with so much sadness makes my eyes burn.