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His lips curl into the slightest smile. “It’s a temporary anti-pregnancy spell that happens to also protect against STDs. Not that I have any, but I want you to be comfortable with this. I’m also on a potion that creates temporary impotence. But it’s better if both sides are taking precautions.”
I blink at him. “That’s really thoughtful.”
He snorts. “It’s actually really fucking greedy. I want to feel you, not latex. This is all for me. “
I laugh as he finishes up the spell and then uncoils from the ground to stand between my splayed legs. He leans forward and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips, on his tongue. Fuck, that is so damn hot. I moan into his mouth and he groans back, his finger slipping down to my pussy, like he’s testing to see if I’m still wet for him.
Here’s a hint: I am.
An animalistic sort of growl rumbles out of him. In one swift movement, he has his pants undone, and he’s thrusting into me. We both groan at the intrusion, that feeling of becoming one with another person.
If I thought that sex with Ezra would be soft and careful, leisurely and gentle, I was dead fucking wrong. No, he slams into me over and over like a man possessed, grunting and straining, his cock sliding in and out of me, making my toes curl.
Ezra’s fingers grip my hips, pulling me closer, wrapping one of my legs around his waist to open me to him more, to let him get even deeper inside me. The fabric of his jeans brushes against the inside of my legs, rough against my soft skin. There’s something deliciously naughty about him being fully clothed while I’m totally naked, spread out in front of him while he fucks me so hard my shoulders bounce against the mirror.
My fingers tug at the fabric of his shirt. “I need-” I cut off and Ezra slows in his frenzied thrusts and grinds into me, his pelvis pressing into my clit in a way that has stars exploding behind my eyes.
“What do you need, baby? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.” His voice is hoarse with desire.
“I need you to take some clothes off. I need to feel you, your skin.” Ezra doesn’t hesitate to pull his t-shirt over his head and lean forward while pulling me up, still fucking me gently, until his chest presses to mine, skin sliding against skin and it makes the feeling of his cock inside me even better.
“Is that what you need, Rosalind?” I moan in response. Its cut off by his mouth meeting mine, his tongue moving in time with his dick. “So fucking perfect. You know that, right? You’re perfect. Perfect body. Perfect pussy. Perfect fucking brain.”
My fingers slide all over his now gloriously on display skin, nails dragging across it.
“Fuck, baby. I need you to tell me what’s going to make you come again. What can I do to feel you clench around my cock with that perfect pussy? Tell me what you need, Ro.”
I shake my head, because I’m not sure. I really am not. It all feels amazing and I can feel it building, but he sounds like he needs me to come in the next few seconds and I have no clue how to do that, beyond what he’s already doing.
“Ro, tell me,” he demands, voice harsh with desire.
I scowl. “Maybe shut the fuck up and touch my clit while you suck in my nipples, asshole.”
He chuckles and does just that, his thumb circling that tiny bud of nerves as his mouth moves from one breast to the other, licking over my scars and scraping his teeth over my nipples. “Yes,” I moan. “Fuck, yes. Just like fucking that. Don’t stop. Please.”
He lets out a noise like he’s promising to always fuck me, but then he pinches my clit and I scream again as stars explode behind my eyes. My whole body tenses up. Ezra grunts as I clamp on him, but he keeps fucking me, hard and fast, his hand slipping from my clit to my hips to hold me steady. The feeling of his pelvis slapping into my clit repeatedly is almost too much. My eyes widen as I realize that, “I’m going to come again,” I moan as Ezra snarls and doubles his efforts.
I moan, my head tipping back against the mirror as another wave hits me. He stalls out hips pressed roughly to mine, as he roars out something totally unintelligible to the ceiling, hands clenching on my hips, almost painfully. I feel his cock jerk inside me, pulsing as he spills his release.
For the longest seconds ever, we stay like that, bodies taut and sweaty, glorying in the feel of it, and then we both sag. My back bows down toward the counter and he bends over me, head resting on my sternum, and we both catch our breath.
He presses a kiss to my surgery scar and then pulls back, his amber eyes scanning over me, like he’s checking to make sure I’m okay. I give him a relaxed bliss filled smile, and lace my fingers through his hair at his temple. “Damn, Carmichael. I’m not sure I can walk after that.”
He chuckles and turns his head to kiss my wrist. “I guess I’ll have to carry you to your bath then, huh?”
I grin back at him. “Yeah, I think you better.”
He pulls back and out of me, his gaze falling to between my spread legs, and I can feel his cum dripping out of me. He stares for a moment, before he shakes his head and runs a hand down his face. “I probably like the look of that too much,” he mutters, before shedding the last of his clothing.
I’m quiet as he scoops me off the counter and over to the bath, sinking down to his knees again to lower me into the water. Once I’m settled, he joins me, slipping behind me in the scented water.
I lean back against his chest, letting him hold me. After a moment, he murmurs, “I’m sorry about what happened with your mom, Ro. We honestly didn’t think she’d react that badly.”
I hum in my throat and stay quiet until I can’t. “If you’d asked me about it, talked to me before just charging in, I would have told you that is exactly the reaction I expected. But since you all seem to think you know what’s best for me, you didn’t bother. That’s what you should apologize for, Ezra. Not for revealing our relationship to my mother, but for not talking to me about it beforehand. I need you to talk to me about things.”
His wet hands glide up and down my arms. “You’re right. It won’t happen again.” His lips brush over my shoulder. “I’m sorry we didn’t talk to you before showing up for lunch with your mom.”
My lips quirk into a smile. He’s really trying to make this right. He wants me to know he means it. I snuggle farther into him, and tip my head to kiss his jaw. “Thank you, Ezra.”
