Page 7 of Serendipity

Sometimes.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, and I quickly lifted my gaze to meet his. “I love you,” he said, his voice low and serious.

I smiled at him and cupped his face with both hands, and before he thrusted into me, I replied to him.

“I love you too, Ez.”

His cock was hard and stretched me, and thanks to my wetness it was easy for him to slide in and out of me.

His thrusts fastened, and I kept my eyes on his while he fucked me.

It was ridiculous how fast he made those tingles come back after my first orgasm, which also made my pussy clench tighter and more often, and maybe that was why he didn’t give me the time to suck on his cock.

I wasn’t complaining though.

If he was okay with it, I would be too.

When he pushed himself up and slowed down a little, he got off the bed and turned me around so I would lie on my stomach, and my legs would dangle down the side of the bed.

My hips were flush to the edge of the bed, and sure enough, he continued to thrust inside of me from behind.

He had one hand on my ass, and the other gripped my hair into a ponytail, pulling at it tightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and I tried to look back at him but couldn’t keep my eyes open as he moved faster, thrusting into me harder.

I gripped the covers underneath me, and the harder I tried to keep from coming, the more intense the tingles inside of me got.

I had to let go.

Relax and let the second orgasm wash over me.

And so I did, not thinking about how far along he was.

But as my pussy started to pulsate, his cock did too, and as I was sent spiraling out of control, I felt his warm cum fill me.

His groans sounded muffled and distant, and I knew it would take a while to come back down.

But once I did, Ezra was right next to me, pulling me into his arms as our bodies pressed against each other’s.

Juno

“Will you be back for dinner?” I asked Ezra through the phone.

A few days after the concert at the school, he was called back in to get all the instruments back to the building.

The call came early this morning, and although he woke me up to let me know that he had to leave, I didn’t quite understand what he said.

“I’ll be home in an hour or two. Sorry I left in such a rush. The janitor didn’t send out any emails to let us know he needed everything gone from behind the stage. We thought we could store the instruments back there for a while. You gonna be okay?” he asked.

“Yes, of course. Take your time. I might go out to grab a few groceries. Is there something you need?”

I looked over to the kitchen and puckered my lips.

“The fridge’s pretty empty, huh? How about some fruits and veggies? Maybe grab chicken breasts and steak. I’ll make us something nice tonight,” he suggested.

I smiled. “Can’t wait. I’ll see you later.”

“All right. Love you,” he replied, then he hung up.

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