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He huffs a laugh. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Leaning over me, he takes my lips in an eager kiss, and the taste of myself on his tongue has me wrapping my legs around his waist. I pull him toward me, inching his hips closer until I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, but he’s holding back.
He breathes against my lips, “Harlow, I—” but I’m done waiting.
“Ezra, I need you.Please.” He must hear the need in my voice because he groans, and the feel of his cock penetrating me obliterates any other thought I might have. The friction of him pulling out and pushing in again until he’s fully seated is exquisite, and it causes tremors to run through my body.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathes as he rotates his hips, causing me to moan as he rubs against my swollen clit. “Open your eyes, Harlow.” I blink them open to see him looking down at me with so much lust in his eyes I clench around him, and he groans.
Leaning on a forearm with his other arm above my head, he starts to pump his hips, and I feel so cherished and so full and suddenly completely overwhelmed. Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I pull his hips down and focus on the pleasure erupting inside me. He picks up speed, pistoning in and out of me, and I build again quickly, pleasure blinding me as his pelvis grinds against my clit with every thrust. He massages my breast and then pinches my nipple, pulling it slightly harder than before, which pushes me over the edge into another orgasm, this one hitting me with the intensity of a high-speed train. Ezra buries his head into my shoulder and bites down with a muffled growl as he pushes somehow deeper, feeling impossibly deep, before finishing inside me.
When I’ve centered myself again and pry my eyes open, he’s looking down at me with pure adoration. It hits me straight in the chest as I meet his gaze, and his brow pinches.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I manage to get out, and I pull him down for a kiss so I don’t have to look at him. When he gently pulls out of me, I push him to the side and quickly stand.
“Harlow,” he starts, but I’m already halfway to the door.
“I’m just going to get cleaned up,” I say.
“Let me—”
But I’m gone, and I don’t even think to get dressed first. Thankfully, Sawyer is god knows where. Shutting the bathroom door, I lock it behind me, but a knock comes right after.
“Harlow, what’s going on?” What a good question. What is going on?Well, Ezra, I’m freaking out because in that moment you made me feel things I’ve never felt with anyone before, and I realized how much I like you and that scares the shit out of me because of my fucked-up childhood.Can’t exactly say that, though, can I? Running isn’t great either, but it was my only option, unless he’d enjoy seeing the tears I’m so desperately trying to hold back.
“Nothing, I’m just cleaning up.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No! I’m fine, just give me a minute.”
“Okay,” he says gently, and I hear one more tap on the door before the sounds of him moving away. I use the toilet and clean up because, for the first time ever, I didn’t use a condom—my need to feel him was too great in the moment. Taking one last deep breath to push the emotions down, I grab a towel and walk back out.
Ezra sits on the edge of the bed with his trousers back on, and he holds a hand out for me. I take it easily, and he pulls me down so I’m straddling him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks gently, tracing my shoulder, and when I look there’s slight teeth-marks from where he bit me when he came.
“Not at all,” I say truthfully. Actually, I kind of like his mark on me.
“Are we good?” he asks, searching my face.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Do you want me to go?” He rests his head against me while I think. Do I? Fuck. I don’t know. None of what I’m feeling is negative, but it scares the shit out of me, and I don’t want to scare the shit out of him. When I don’t answer, he cups my face and kisses me gently, taking my nonanswer as an answer itself. “I’m gonna go, but only to give you some space. If you want me to come back, just text me. I’ll be here right away.”
“Okay.” I nod, and he drops a light kiss on my lips again. I listen for the door, and when he’s gone, I let a few tears out. Just a few, for the poor girl inside me—the one not quite right enough to take a risk, who is so overwhelmed by genuine feelings she hasn’t had years to get used to, so surprised by a decent man that it’s too much. Then I get dressed in sweats and stare at my phone, wanting to text Ezra so badly it hurts, until a knock makes me jump and Sawyer pokes his head around the door.
“Hey, you still up?”
“Yeah.” I smile at him, but his eyes tighten anyway. He can read me like a book.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing.” He silently raises a brow, calling me on my obvious lie, and I want to fall into our comforting relationship, where he’s just my best friend who knows exactly how to make me feel better and nothing is awkward.
Finally, I cave. “I’ve got some emotional baggage, you know?”
“Ice cream fixes all of that,” he says. “I’ll meet you on the sofa.” Then he’s gone, and I do join him on the sofa, spending the night eating my feelings with my head resting on the shoulder of my best friend and pretending that it’s all that simple.
