Page 20 of His to Unwrap

I squirm against him, needing relief.

He places a kiss on the top of my thigh, but otherwise doesn’t move.

I push onto one elbow. “Ezra?” His expression is one of surprise, tenderness, and something I can’t quite read.

“Have you done this before, angel?”

It’s clear he knows the truth already. I shake my head slowly, half afraid he will turn away, knowing I’m a virgin. “No.”

He presses a kiss to the top of my mound. “We can stop, if you want.”

“No!I want this. I want you.” If I’m going to trade in my v-card, it’s going to be to someone I care about.

Ezra studies me a long moment, then kisses my inner thigh. “Had to be sure. If you change your mind—”

“I won’t.”

He chuckles, then lowers his mouth back to my core.

The pleasure is indescribable. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, when ecstasy borders on pain, he sucks my clit into his mouth and light explodes behind my eyes. Waves of heat roll over me, making my body tremble. Through it all, Ezra touches and tastes me, slowing his ministrations. Bringing me down so I can catch my breath.

He climbs up my body, brushing his mouth over my stomach, then kisses me. I taste myself on his lips, smell myself on his skin. It’s erotic in a way I never expected. And though he just made me come, I feel empty. I need him. In me. Over me. Under.

I trace the muscles of his back, following them down to the hem of his briefs. “Take these off.”

Ezra leans back and traces my cheek with the back of his fingers. Swipes his thumb over my lower lip, then skims my chin to settle his hand over my neck. It’s possessive, yet tender, and makes my blood run hot.

“Be sure.” His voice is rough. A low rumble that’s nearly a growl.

My heart warms at his command, because he’s trying to protect me in case I have any doubts. I don’t.

I push against his shoulders and he rolls onto his back. There’s a flicker of disappointment on his face, gone in an instant, but I saw it all the same. He thinks I’ve changed my mind. Instead, I reach for the waistband of his underwear and tug them down his legs.

“I’ve never been more sure, Ezra,” I say as I straddle him.

He pulls me down for a deep kiss, then captures my hips in his big palms, gently squeezing. “Feel what you do to me, angel.”

His cock is hard between my thighs and he rocks his hips up, sliding it through my wet folds. My hips begin to move in rhythm with him. “Oh god. Ezra, that feels so good.”

He slides one hand between us, swirling his thumb over my clit. Each touch makes me tremble. “Come for me again, Madison. Show me you want more.” His thumb strokes harder until I crash over the edge again. Ezra rolls me onto my back, lines his cock up, and thrusts into me.

The simultaneous pleasure and pain trigger another orgasm that whites out the world around me. All I can do isfeel.

“Ezra,” I breathe, clinging to his shoulders. “Yes.”

“You’re mine, Madison. Say it,” he growls, thrusting harder.

“I’m yours.” The words echo in my body and my heart.

He slants his lips over mine and plunges into my body.

I feel him grow taut, then he’s trembling as he comes deep inside me.

After a long moment, Ezra breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “And I’m yours.” Then he shifts to the side and tucks me against his chest, pulling the covers over us.

Sex with Ezra was everything I hoped it would be. I feel deliciously sore as I settle beside him and my heart pounds.

The elation I feel slowly fades, swamped by sadness. I’m supposed to leave in a couple days. I still have to find a place to live and another job. Even with Ezra, I know things said during sex don’t count.

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