King Cave (Forever Evermore, #2)(39)
“You taste so good,” he whispered, driving his tongue inside my mouth once more.
Our kiss slowly increased in urgency, my hips thrusting faster in time with his.
“Ezra, baby,” I panted, shaking my head back in forth in delirious pleasure. I groaned, feeling his lips lift into a grin against my cheek and his thrusts alter to press his pelvis against my clit. “Right there.” I gasped sharply when he did it again. “Right there, baby. Right there.”
His hands skated to my hips, and his thrusts quickened, continuing to hit all the right spots as his breathing hitched and turned to fierce pants against my ear. He groaned as I rocked against him harder, my nails digging into his scalp as I felt another luscious orgasm mounting. With both of us moaning, his plunges quickly turned into breath-shattering drives, pounding into me harder and more urgently.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I whispered, arching against him, my head flying back.
Sweat misting our bodies, he slammed into me brutishly, his cock rubbing deep.
I shuddered uncontrollably, a keen cry falling past my lips. The world shattered around me. My body quaked under him and my channel squeezed the shit out of his cock, not wanting to release him. Wild animal seductive power burst forth, churning in frenzy against us, following in my body’s wake.
“Jesus Christ,” Ezra moaned breathlessly, his hands sliding under my ass, squeezing and holding me tight as he lost all restraint. His cock hammered into me severely, making my pleasure-filled haze flare. I choked on air as he shouted my name, his muscles tensing and his grip brutal on my ass as he shoved once. Twice. His third thrust, he shoved so far inside me I knew I was going to be aching in wonderful places later. His body shivering in severe racks against my quaking frame, his breath rushed against my ear and his cum seared me deep within. His power was a dark and seductive blast of sensual explosion rocking the bed under us, the floor and the walls, and taking what little breath I had left.
For minutes to come, both of us lay as we were, our bodies trembling in aftershocks.
The gentlest of sated sighs slid past my parted lips, and I was content as I relaxed my fingers in his hair, letting them slide down to his shoulders. I began a lazy exploration of his muscled back, having never touched him like this before. He hummed quietly, more of a purr, running his hands from my ass up to the small of my back and around, grazing the sides of my breasts to cup my jaw with a soft touch. He tilted my face in his direction, kissing me unhurriedly, just as lazily as I was touching him. My lids started to lower, my lips slowing their pace, the same as him. Sometime during our soft petting of one another we fell asleep, his weight delectably heavy on top of me and keeping me warm.
We had rolled at some point in our slumber. Now lying on our sides and facing each other, his scent and mine entwined, just as our limbs did. He was still sleeping, his face peaceful with no signs of stress and no carefully blank expressions trying to hide want he wanted, only simple quiet. Of its own accord, my finger began tracing one of his eyebrows, gently gliding its tip over the black arch. Really, his eyebrows had always fascinated me: they were the type every woman would want but would have to wax to achieve what he had naturally.
He didn’t stir, so I continued my exploration, running the pad of my finger over his straight nose and gliding the back of it across one of his sharp cheekbones and around the hard edges of his strong, sharp jaw. My gaze caught on his lips. I stared, my finger hovering above his luscious mouth. After a week of torture, trying to ignore that mouth, I softly rested my index finger against his bottom lip.
It felt just as soft and as full against my skin as it had against my mouth. Biting my lip, I watched avidly as I traced the edges of his wide lips, which had fit pretty damn perfectly against my own. None of my previous lovers’ mouths had molded quite so scrumptiously. Licking my bottom lip, I hesitated for only the briefest moment before deciding the hell with it, we had already had sex so I shouldn’t be shy about kissing him, and leaned forward, doing exactly as I had wanted to do a week ago.
Gently, I nibbled from one corner of his bottom lip to the other, intermittently laving over the tiny hurts. He moaned softly, but his eyes never opened. I used the tip of my tongue to shape the edges of his top lip. Tasting him with unhurried movements, I brushed my mouth over his more firmly.
Until his lips lifted, curling at the edges.
My gaze rising to his, I saw him staring from under thick black lashes, only the barest hint of green showing. I stalled, a smidge of embarrassment and guilt intruding, not only for waking him when he appeared so peaceful, but for touching him intimately while he was asleep. His grin only increased, and a quiet, sleepy chuckle reverberated against my lips still on his.
“I’ve fantasized about this,” he hummed, his arms tightening around me. “Don’t stop.”
My breath hitched at his humble — blatantly honest — words, and any discomfiture I had fled as his fingers lightly trailed up and down my bare back, the sensation wrapping my thoughts in a whole new set of emotions wholly carnal. Sighing softly, I arched against him and closed my eyes while enjoying the sensual stroking, before I gently but firmly pressed him onto his back.
Ezra’s eyes darkened, dilating, as I rose, straddling him. His gaze traveled down my exposed flesh to stare avidly at my breasts. He groaned quietly, his hands beginning to lift, but I brushed them away gently and held them above his head against the shredded mattress.