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“Kaitlynn,” he rasped, looking into my eyes, his cheeks ruddy and bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Baby. I’m right on the edge.”
I nodded and nudged his chest. “Lie down.”
He did, willingly. So I climbed onto his lap, still keeping hold of him, and I straddled him. After I lined us up, I latched my hands around his tie and slowly began to sink down.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned, his mouth falling open and eyes widening as far as they’d go. “Oh, hell. Oh, damn. You feel good. So tight. So fucking… Uhn.” His eyes crossed briefly and his chest bowed off the bed as I seated myself completely with all of him lodged as far as he could go.
I squeezed my inner muscles, making him whimper, and then I began to move, sliding up before slapping back down. Cursing, he gaped up at me in amazement as I showed him how
I liked to ride.
But he could only handle me teasing him for so long.
He surged up under me, sitting upright until we were facing each other with him still tight inside me. “Fucking hell, woman,” he growled, gripping the back of my hair before he whipped us around and rolled us across the mattress.
When he came out on top, he grinned down at me triumphantly and then pounded into me with a speed, force, and unrelenting accuracy that laid me flat. I felt like some kind of human receptor, helpless but to draw in pleasure from the entire universe, while the cloth of his tie flitted across my sensitive nipples, sparking even more delight. His cock hit the right spot every time he…
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
The sensory overload in my womb caused all the fibers in there to coil close before springing loose and exploding spasms of uncontainable satisfaction out every nerve ending in my body.
I screamed. I bucked. Ezra shouted. We gripped each other hard, fucked our way through both our orgasms, and then he collapsed on top of me with a weak groan.
Spent and drained, I stared over his shoulder at the ceiling of my room in shock. And I knew. Right then. I’d never find anything like this again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“I’m starving.”
Still in the midst of post-coital recovery, I blinked up at a ceiling fan before finding the gumption to turn my head to the side and take in Ezra’s expression.
His entire body rolled my way until he was facing me and lay on his side where he tucked his hand under his cheek and grinned with so much animation he practically glowed. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Uh…” At the moment, I couldn’t rightly answer. I felt so limp and sapped of all energy after what we’d just done, my brain was still trying to process what hungry and starving even meant.
Ezra, on the other hand, seemed energized and ready to tackle the world. Laughing, he popped up into a sitting position with way too much enthusiasm, asking, “When was the last time you ate?”
“Umm…” Too boneless and sated to think properly, I frowned. “I don’t know. Noon?”
Noon was a word, right?
“Then you could definitely eat too.”
I could? Okay. Whatever he thought best. Because he was the best.
He hopped off the bed, still in nothing but that aphrodisiac tie, and he dug through a pile of clothes on the floor until he found his boxer shorts and pulled them on. Finally, the tie went bye-bye as he tugged it off and flung it aside. I tried not to whimper as it fluttered to the floor, already missing the feel of it against my flesh.
“Let’s raid the kitchen,” he was saying. “Then bring everything back here for a picnic on the bed. You know, refuel before our next round.” His boyish grin was adorable as he wiggled his eyebrows my way. “I’ll even cook.”
Wait up. Had he just said… I’ll cook? And also picnic in bed? Was this guy my spirit animal? In that moment, I swear I loved him more than I loved bacon. Or chocolate. Like, if all three of Ezra, bacon, and chocolate were rolling off a cliff at the same time, I’d dive to save him first.
My petrified expression of shock caused him to chuckle… One of those really sexy, low-pitch, make-your-ovaries-tremble-with-glee chuckles.
“Come on.” He returned to the bed and took my arm, manually helping me sit up. “You can still move, right?”
I wasn’t sure. “I think.” To test it, I lifted one arm before letting it fall limply back into my lap. “Kind of.”
My reaction amused him; he laughed again. “Here.” He picked up his white V-neck undershirt from the floor only to tug it over my head. “You wear this, or I’ll get distracted and burn all the food.”
