Page 12 of Painting Him Mine

Ezra had been right.As I slid my cock into him, it felt like his body welcomed me home. It was as if my soul had been lost and wandering but finally found peace when I joined with him as one. It was a feeling that no other partner had ever given me before. As my body rocked against his in search of the ultimate pleasure, I had never felt more connected to another person in my life. When I leaned down to kiss him, it felt like a circuit completed between us, bonding him to me.

The rational part of my brain should have panicked that I was falling too hard and fast for it to be a good idea. But I wasn’t scared of how intense my feelings were already, despite having known him for barely twenty-four hours. I selfishly wanted more of him, even if that meant doing something outrageous, like accepting his unexpected proposal. Why would I ever say no to a lifetime of feeling so good? The level of ecstasy I experienced while being buried in his tight heat was unmatched by anything else. I wanted all of him, and I wouldn’t accept anything less. If he was willing to be mine, I would happily claim him.

His moans and erotic whimpers pushed me to my limits, as did the way his tight channel embraced me. But when he leaned up to place a lingering kiss on my Vincent van Gogh sunflower, it shoved me past the point of no return. I came with a sigh, thrusting until I was spent. Even though he hadn’t finished yet, I pulled out of him and rumbled with approval as I watched my cum dribble out of his pink pucker. It made some primitive part of my brain eager with excitement as I reached down to tease his hole, watching more squirt out as I pushed my fingers deep into him.

I shifted positions so I could go down on him while I pumped my fingers in and out of him. He cried out as his body moved blindly in search of release. His hands found purchase in my hair as he squirmed under me. I enjoyed keeping him right on the edge, teasing him until his body tensed in anticipation of his climax, and then backing off. Even when he pushed my head down to force me to take more of him, I continued revving him up and staving off his release a little longer. Getting him worked up was reawakening my lust, and I reached down to encourage my dick back to hardness.

A sob escaped from him. “Please, let me come, I’m begging you!”

I let him fall from my mouth, earning me an angry swear. “You come when I say you do.”

He whimpered with frustration as he thrashed under me. “Please! I’msoclose.” He growled when I stopped him from touching himself. “Damn it!”

There was something gratifying about having Ezra depend on me for his pleasure. It gave me the boost I needed to be hard enough to slide back into his slick heat. As I pushed into him, he arched off the bed with a shout. “Yes!”

Whereas I had been gentle before, this time I gave it to him a little harder since I knew he was desperate and on the brink. I teased him by speeding up and slowing down with a mix of deep and shallow thrusts as we rutted like animals in heat. He raked his nails down my back as his thighs gripped me hard. It was endearing hearing his incoherent, erotic babbles as he raced toward his climax.

He tensed around me, signaling that it wouldn’t take much more to send him over the edge. All I had to do was reach between us and jerk his cock twice to trigger his orgasm. He shouted my name as he came in spurts that almost reached his chest.

The sight of him at the apex of ecstasy took me to the edge. Guiding his legs back onto the bed, I pulled out and straddled over top of him. Before I could finish myself, he did it for me. After a few strokes, I came on his stomach as I gasped his name.

Breathing hard from the effort, my body trembled from having two intense releases back-to-back. I reveled in seeing our cum mixed on his skin. It made him look thoroughly debauched as he was strung out on pleasure. But more importantly, it made him look likemine. I loved everything about it. Seeing him covered in evidence of our pleasure filled me with absolute certainty about how much I needed him in my life. But was I really going to accept his marriage proposal on our first date?

Chapter Sixteen

EZRA

Every fiberof my existence thrummed with intense sexual satisfaction. I felt thoroughly used in the best of ways and pleasantly full of Mauricio. I also took great pleasure in mixing our cum together on my skin, even as more of him trickled out of my hole. Unable to resist, I swiped some of the cum off my stomach to put on a show of sucking it off my fingers while looking deep into Mauricio’s green eyes.

He stared, transfixed by my deliberate display. It gave me a heady feeling that he couldn’t stop himself from watching as I acted like I was giving my fingers a blow job. If either of us was physically capable of it, I was sure we’d go for round three because of my teasing. Even though I was thoroughly spent, I still loved getting us both stirred up by my sensual display.

“Yes.”

Withdrawing my fingers from my mouth with a wetpopfor emphasis, I stretched out underneath him in sensuous repose. I gave him a coy look as I asked in a playful tone, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Wait, are you serious?” I blinked at him in shock. It was a miracle he hadn’t bolted for the door the second I popped the question. But Ireallyhadn’t expected him to take my whim seriously and give me a real answer. Had he really agreed to my outrageous proposal?

“The courthouse is already closed at this hour, but I will marry you first thing tomorrow morning if that’s what you want.” He reached out with his clean hand to cup my cheek in his palm. “I don’t care if everyone else thinks we’ve lost our minds. All that matters to me is we can enjoy a lifetime of how incredible it feels to be together.”

It was too good to be true. His words overjoyed me that I had lucked into finding a man who was on the same wavelength as me when it came to what our relationship could be. I tugged on him to make him come close enough to seal his promise with a passionate kiss. It slowed to gentleness, flooding my heart with newfound love. We were breathless when we paused.

I smiled up at him with all the affection for him that had already rooted itself deep inside my soul. “You really are the perfect partner for me.”

“As you are for me.” He shifted to stretch out on his side next to me, one arm slung over my chest as we continued resting until we found the will to clean up. “I’ll have to make a hell of a wedding cake as a thank-you to fate for blessing me with a fairy-tale perfect husband.”

His words made me perk up despite my exhaustion. “Ooh, that’s right! We still have your cake in the fridge for later.”

“Yes, after we rest a little longer and get cleaned up,” he said with a chuckle.

I put my hand on his arm that was holding me and gave it a squeeze. “Sounds good to me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been so pleasantly worn out.”

“Same.” He kissed the side of my shoulder, making me giggle. “Not to mention, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied in my life.”

“Same times two.” I closed my eyes for a moment with a happy sigh, enjoying the echoing pleasure resounding through my soul. “Maybe later, you can tell me a bedtime story about some of your flower tattoos.”

His deep chuckle made me shiver with residual lust. “Something tells me we would get distracted from sleeping if you started exploring my body that way.”

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