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“Look at you,” he growls as he brings his free hand between my legs, teasing me. “Fuck, Charlotte, you’re sopping wet. Are you that desperate for me?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer as he pushes his thumb inside me and rubs my aching clit with his index finger. I whimper, shifting my hips so I press harder into his hand. He bends over me again and whispers into my ear, “I’ve beenthinking of all the ways I’m going to fuck you out of my system, once and for all.”
His finger flicks against my clit, once then twice, sending heat coursing down my legs up to my stomach. The tingling sensation is intoxicating, and I know he won’t have to work hard for my climax. I twist my hips again needing his thumb to move inside me as I try to chase my pleasure. His hand slides down my back to grip my hips firmly, stilling my movements.
“Please, Ezra.” I moan, pleading. “More.” His hand leaves my hip and the one inside of me withdraws. I whimper pathetically, moaning at the loss. Before I can beg him again, he orders curtly, “Stay.”
His hands grip both of my hips as I feel him drop to his knees behind me. My body tenses in anticipation of more pleasure, but instead I’m shocked by his hands dragging my body away from the bar until my ass juts out. I don’t have time to contemplate the eyeful he’s getting right now, because I suddenly feel his tongue run completely up my center, shocking the embarrassment out of my system as I shudder.
I almost slip off the bar entirely, but his firm grip keeps me anchored. He licks me again, and lingers on my clit this time. He sucks the swollen flesh into the warm heat of his mouth and I cry out. He grazes his teeth over the sensitive area and I’m done. I convulse on the bar as my orgasm rocks through me without warning, and I shout his name.
My muscles are still contracting when he stands up behind me. “Hold on, bébé,” he commands. I do as I’m told. I barely have time to brace myself on the counter before he slams into me.
“Oh, my God!Ezra!” I scream, tightening my grip on the edge of the counter to keep myself stable. The fullness is all-consuming. I feel him everywhere.
He gives me a moment to adjust to his size. When I shift my weight back into him, he takes it as the green light to start pounding into me hard and fast, like he couldn’t possibly hold himself back. We’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Tonight isn’t about being tender, it’s about taking. We’re both here for the same thing: orgasms and a chance to taste what we could’ve had without taking too big a bite.
My chest heaves. I choke out a gasp when another orgasm barrels through me while Ezra continues his relentless endeavor. One after the other, thoroughly destroying me. I’ve never felt like this before…never felt this full, all-consuming pleasure heightening every one of my senses.
I’m still in the throes of my last orgasm when he growls my name and comes along with me. I’m shocked by my first thoughts as he finds his release; it feels like more than just a quick fuck. This felt personal, and it terrifies me. This is just sex. It has to be.
Aftershocks rock through me, and I shiver uncontrollably clenching hard around him. I don’t realize that my feet are no longer on the floor until he gently sets me down, and they touch the cool hardwood planks. His fingers move to the nape of my neck and caress it gently, the touch in direct contrast to the animalistic way he just took me.
His body covers my back, and he slowly nuzzles my neck, “Did I hurt you?” he asks in a husky voice.
I’m still seeing sparks behind my closed lids, and I shake my head dazedly as I try to catch my breath. “No.” I slowly open my eyes to find he’s studying my face, a look of satisfaction washed over his. Nothing about this feels final.
“Good.” He places a chaste kiss on my neck and slowly withdraws. My core clenches around nothing, making me feel empty momentarily, then liquid slowly trickles down my legs.
I feel Ezra go still behind me. I glance back at him to see him staring between my legs with a wild look on his face. His eyes dart to mine, and an emotion I can’t recognize covers his face.
“I-I shouldn’t have done that,” he murmurs, then glances down again. I frown as I slowly stand up straight. My legs are weak. He grabs my arms when he notices that I look like they might give out at any moment.
As I gain my bearings, I glance up at him–he’s so tall–and he’s frowning down at me, his face hardening. “Fuck, I didn’t even pull out. I don’t know what came over me.” He drops my arms abruptly and takes a couple of steps away, his hands running through his hair.
“Stupid. Stupid,” he mutters under his breath, pacing the room.
I swallow hard and quickly pick up my top and pull it over my head, feeling irrationally hurt at his reaction. “It’s okay…I think.” I try to gauge where I’m at in my cycle, but I can’t seem to grasp any coherent thoughts. The aftermath of what we just did is still trickling down my thigh for heavens’ sake!
“It’s okay?” He glances at me hopefully, and my frown deepens.
I move my hand up to rub my temple. “If it isn't, I can take the morning after pill. I just need to think,” I say and he visibly relaxes.
“I never have sex without a condom, I’m clean,” he promises.
Fuck, I hadn’t even thought that far yet. And what if he isn’t clean? The deed is done now anyway, I guess. “I’m clean too.”
“I’m sorry that I put you at risk. I should have been more in control,” he apologizes, moving toward me. More amiable now that I’ve assured him there’s a solution.
“Yeah, I wasn’t thinking either. It’s fine.” It’s going to be fine. It has to be. There can’t be any other outcome.
He steps even closer to me until he’s in my personal space. “Do you want to see my bill of clean health? I think I have a copy of it on my phone.”
“The deed is done.” I voice my earlier thought.
“Right…but I want more. I’m not nearly done with you. If we’re only going to have this one night together, then we should make the most of it.”
I glance up at him, my heart beginning to hammer at the intent look on his face. He has a point. This fire…thishungerbetween us…has been left simmering for years. One sexual session, albeit an intense one, is nowhere near enough to satisfy me, and not even remotely close to itching this scratch that just won’t go away.Once more can’t hurt, then I’ll move on. I swear to myself.
