Page 124 of Bless My Body

remove myself from his face. His mouth is glistening with my release, but it doesn’t stop me from

leaning down and taking his lips on mine.

He rolls us over so he’s on top. He lifts one of my legs to his shoulder before I feel the tip of him

at my entrance. He pushes inside slowly, painfully slow. I want to feel him all the way inside me,

filling me up.

When he finally bottoms out, I feel like my breath has left my body. He pulls out and repeats his

movements over and over again, not increasing his pace at all. He hits the deepest part of me with

every thrust.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck, Celine. You feel so fucking good.” I would respond, but I can’t. My

mind isn’t working. All I can think of is how amazing my body feels.

“Touch yourself, baby. I want you to come again.” I slowly move my hand down to where our

bodies are joined. I find my clit and start moving the way I normally do when I’m doing this on my

own. I look up at Ezra to make sure he’s watching.

He groans. Literally groans just from watching me touch myself. He quickens his pace, causing his

headboard to hit the wall. I should be embarrassed that I know his roommates know what we’re

doing, but I can’t find it in me to care.

“Are you close, baby?” he asks. I know he wants us to come at the same time. It’s like a fun little

game for him. I nod my head against his pillow. I am close. So damn close that one more of Ezra’s

frantic thrusts pushes me over. My legs tremble, my pussy pulses, and my eyes roll back.

Ezra freezes above me, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me with his own release. Our skin is

sticky with sweat, but that doesn’t stop him from lowering himself on top of me.

“Damn, Celine. Your pussy kills me every time.” I smile at him.

“You’re welcome.” He gives me a breathy laugh before pulling out of me and rolling off.

“You know, having sex with you is nothing like I thought it would be,” I tell him. He laughs into

my ear, which makes my heart flutter. Man, I am a goner. I don’t know how I ever thought I could stay

away from him.

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. But I didn’t expect you to be a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets.”

He pinches my side. “Oh my God. You’re an idiot.”

We stare at the ceiling in silence for a few minutes, trying to come down from our post-sex high.