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The wind and the rain of the storm outside have nothing on the raging inferno that rips through my body, shaking medown to my soul. Ezra cries out and my tightened walls feel his cock pulse, emptying inside me. We ride out our orgasms slowly, like we have our entire lives to enjoy each other. And I think, fleetingly, that maybe we do.
The emotion that tears through me is nearly as intense as the orgasm, and tears stream down my face. Ezra wipes and kisses them away, softly whispering sweet nothings as we come down.
We lay on the pallet on the floor of our new business, a relationship two years in the making. My heart is both full and hurting. Full of thankfulness for the man who brought us together, hurting because I know he’ll leave us soon.
“He’ll come back,” Ezra says softly, guessing where my thoughts have strayed. I’m not sure what to think, or feel, or do. All I know is that this night, this moment, has been transformative. It’s as if my life started on this night.
Not wanting to ruin our moment by overthinking the future, I lean into his touch and kisses, until Ezra’s erection returns with a vengeance that cannot be ignored.
“I feel like a horny teenager,” he laughs. He can’t possibly be embarrassed by that glorious thing, can he?
“I don’t mind,” I say huskily, as I climb over his body and lower myself down on his hard cock.
He groans loudly, running his hands over my body, wherever he can reach. He squeezes my thighs and hips, holding them as I ride him. I bend over his body to kiss him, and he captures my breasts in his hands, holding their weight and running his thumbs over my hard nipples before he lifts his head to take one, and then the other, in his mouth. He lavishes them withattention, then pushes my body up so I am sitting tall over him, moaning my name and telling me how much he likes seeing me this way.
He watches me with hooded eyes, and I roll my hips against him, losing myself in the perfect way he fills me up. I ride him until my thighs are shaking, hovering close to the edge of another orgasm. When I bend down to kiss him again, Ezra holds my body close, and without pulling out, turns us over so he is on top. He kisses me sweetly, then more deeply. A whimper escapes my throat, reaching an edge that I’m almost afraid to tumble over, despite the way my hips rise to meet his, seeking the oblivion.
Warmth spreads over my body and my body arches, pure bliss coursing through my veins.
“Ezra!” I cry out, my release flooding my senses.
Ezra wraps an arm around my waist and lifts my lower back off the blankets, driving into me faster and deeper. The storm outside silences, and all that can be heard are my cries and the sounds of our skin slapping against each other as Ezra takes complete control of my body. I can’t even be bothered by all the parts of me that jiggle with every thrust, because it feels so fucking good, and he seems so enamored by every inch of me.
He grunts, his body tensing.
“Fuck. Nothing has ever felt this fucking good. Beth—” He groans out his release, reaching between us to rub my clit and set me off again. We come together, both crying out each other’s names and writhing against each other, dragging out the aftershocks.
When we finally come down and Ezra pulls out of me, I winceat the emptiness, a hot flood of liquid pouring out of me.If I clenched hard enough, could I keep it inside me longer?Not that I have the strength to work those muscles anymore. Maybe a fun experiment for the future, when I haven’t been orgasmed half to death.
I find Ezra staring between my legs, at the seepage across the insides of my thighs. His hand errantly runs through the mess, up to my sopping, leaking, oversensitive pussy. He makes an odd thoughtful sound, like he’s considering something he hadn’t thought of before.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him curiously.
He clears his throat and looks up at me sheepishly. “Nothing important.” His expression is so awkward and curious that I just have to know. I cock my head and narrow my eyes.
“Tell me.”
“I can’t decide if you’d find it weird, funny, or possibly creepy, and I can’t decide which is worse.”
“Tell me anyway,” I say sleepily, nuzzling into his side.
“What if I scare you away?” He sounds just as delirious as I feel, exhaustion slowly pulling us both down.
“You couldn’t possibly. I’m pretty sure you could be hiding a dozen big girls with dark hair in your basement and I’d still follow you down there if there was the possibility that you’d make me come like that again.”
He groans. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll wake him up again and he might kill us both.” I giggle and look up at him, feeling perhaps the most content I have in my entire life.
“Quit deflecting. Tell me your secrets, Ezra.”
He sighs and rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, but then rolls me onto my back so he can look down at me. His hand trails up the inside of my thigh, gathering some of his spent cum from my dripping pussy, using it to draw a complex design across my stomach.
“Do you want to have kids someday?” He asks. Despite demanding he tell me what he was thinking, I choke, not expecting that to come out of his mouth.
“I don’t know, honestly. I haven’t thought about it much, probably because I haven’t really been in the type of relationship or situation that would lead to having children. I’ve been too busy stalking this really hot artist for the past two years.” He laughs, and I marvel that I can lie here after making love for hours and joke like this with him. “You’re still deflecting,” I point out.
“Not exactly. I was, um,” he clears his throat and starts over more confidently. “When I saw my cum pouring out of you like that, I was struck by this insane urge to push it back into you. And then I found myself envisioning your stomach growing round with my child.” His hand rubs across my stomach, smearing his shiny art.
My whole body flushes. “Oh,” I breathe out. I’m weirdly turned on by the idea of him wanting to impregnate me, even if I’m unsure if I really want to be pregnant. “I might be a little past my prime,” I joke, “but we can practice as much as you like. I don’t hate that you like the idea.”
