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“There are a lot of ways for a woman to have pleasure,” I said. “And you deserve to have all of them. They should have given that to you. They should have worshiped the ground you fucking walk on.”
A hint of sadness flashed across her face and then melted off in extreme arousal, her eyes sliding shut.
At that, any thought of stopping this instantly vanished.
SEVENTEEN
TILLIE
I was on fire.
Every part of my body felt like it was burning up, and he hadn’t even done anything too wild yet.
But God, it all felt so intense. Even a light touch felt like it was enough to shatter my bones and blow my mind.
Sex with any of my exes was relatively formulaic, and I could always predict what they would do next. About five minutes after kissing, they would take off my clothes, and then we would get in bed together. They would play with my breasts for a little bit while we made out some more and then spend two seconds toying with my clit in an attempt to get me ready enough. The experience was often unpleasant enough that I would tell them to just carry on to the next stage because I was struggling to hold on to any arousal I had, struggling not to get lost in my thoughts and be turned off. I almost wished they didn’t bother at that point.
The next stage, without further adieu, meant they would slip it inside me. Some tried to be gentle at first but then proceeded to pump away, only asking me in intervals if I was okay and if I was enjoying it as much as they were.
Without fail, I would lie and maybe throw in a few moans telling them while pretending I was having the time of my life. Really, though, I was longing for the end, so I could get some sleep when it was all done.
And then I tried not to think about it after because Ezra was right. It did seem kind of sad. Even though it hadn’t at the time. It was really one of the other shit sandwiches life served me, just one of those things I would have to put up with.
But when Ezra touched me, when his hands ran over me, I felt like crying. Because it was right then that I realized how pathetic I’d been up until this point. Just how cheated I was.
Because I hadn’t felt anything even close to this before.
He didn’t touch me like a toy to be fucked, something he simply wanted to use to get off. He touched me like I mattered and like my body was precious to him. He kissed me carefully, noting my reactions and adjusting his actions based on them. He somehow managed to find sensitive spots I didn’t know I had, spots that threatened to combust from all the pleasure I was feeling.
And he’d barely done anything. He hadn’t even touched my breast yet. Hadn’t gotten close to the wet stickiness between my legs. But it felt like he’d already done everything. I was so wet that I could feel it on my thigh, and I had to squeeze my legs together tightly to hold in the sensation that was threatening to escape. I could already feel the dampness in my pussy as it wet my panties and threatened to soak it through.
It should be humiliating to be this soaked when the man hadn’t even really kissed me yet.
Like I was an untried virgin.
But that was what I felt like.
Because all those other times, it wasn’t really sex. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it couldn’t have been.
This, this slow sensual climb to the pinnacle…this was sex.
I heard Ezra breathe harshly as his finger traveled over my stomach and trailed upwards, dangerously close to my breast.
And then he slipped it into my bra.
“Oh baby,” he murmured, his voice sounding like thunder. “Are you getting pretty turned on?”
I couldn't answer with anything besides a moan as his finger plucked my nipple.
I could feel myself shaking as an inexplicable emotion fired through me. Without thinking, I grabbed his face because I couldn’t take it anymore…couldn’t take him just touching me. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
There wasn’t a single coherent thought in my mind when I kissed him. Blindly, my lips mashed against his harshly, desperately, as though I wanted to devour his lips in mine. And I wasn’t suave about it. Couldn’t be. Our teeth clashed, and our tongues tangled as I simply tried to inhale him.
But instead of throwing me off as he should have, he groaned instead and kissed me back just as violently, his left hand squeezing around my waist like he was straining the limits of his self-control.
“You taste so fucking good, darlin'….” He groaned when we broke apart, and I almost squirted at the rumble of his voice. It sounded impossibly sexy, and it made me so turned on as his lips snagged mine again, instantly taking control of the kiss once more. His hand was like a vice around my neck, forceful yet gentle, even as he pulled me up higher in his lap until I was sitting astride him. Crazed, I grasped his hair, sucking his lips and trying to beg for more.
He maintained control of the kiss, murmuring sweet nothings as he nipped and licked me, a master teaching his student. Still, I knew he wasn’t in complete control of this as he liked to pretend. I could tell from the way his hand shook ever so slightly as he held me and the fact that the longer the kiss went on, the messier it got until both of us were gasping into each other’s mouths, neither of us wanting to separate fully, not even to breathe.
