Page 56 of Bless My Body

toeing back to Ezra’s room. I slide into bed next to him like this is completely normal.

We’ve never slept in the same bed before. I think we may have both fallen asleep on the couch

together a few times, but we’ve never purposefully slept next to each other in a bed. What if he

snores? What if I snore? What if I accidentally kick him in my sleep or something?

I don’t know what I’m nervous about it. It’s just Ezra. So what if he’s seen me naked now and

done unspeakable things to me? He’s still my best friend. That hasn’t changed, so sleeping next to him

should be no big deal.

That’s how I convince myself to finally fall asleep. He’s on his side of the bed, and I’m on mine.

A very friendly amount of space between us. Totally fine. No big deal.

But I’m woken up the next morning by something that is a very big deal.

Ezra’s body is pressed up against my back, positioning his morning wood right on my ass, and his

arm is draped over my stomach. He’s so warm and comfortable that I wish we could stay like this all

day.

I move my hips back and forth, rubbing up against the hard length behind me. Ezra groans quietly

into my hair.

“What are you doing, Celine?” he asks, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Just trying to get some friction,” I tell him. He tightens his grip on my stomach, pulling me even

closer to his body.

He nuzzles his nose through my hair, which I’m sure looks like some version of a rat’s nest until

he reaches my neck. I feel his warm breath on my skin before his lips latch on to me, kissing and

sucking in just the right spot. My back arches against him, pushing his cock further into the middle of

my ass.

His hand trails from my stomach, up around my chest, to my neck. His long fingers wrap around

my throat, holding me in place, while his lips continue to suck in the sensitive spot that makes my

body tingle.

Ezra’s hips move with mine, driving his cock harder against me. “Touch your pussy,” he

commands into my ear.

I’m never one to deny myself pleasure, so my hand willingly finds my wanting clit. My finger

moves in a circle spiking my need. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

Just when I’m about to come, Ezra grabs my arm, pulling it away from my clit. I groan. “Not yet,”