Page 131 of Booked on You
I feel cherished in a way I’ve never experienced before. Nothing about this moment is rushed. It’s like he’s trying to show me with every touch what his words can’t.
“Ezra,” I say, my voice full of desire, knowing if he keeps going, I’ll lose myself.
“Come for me,” he says against my most sensitive part, slowing the rhythm of his tongue to an agonizing pace. Seconds later, I’m losing myself, gasping out as my orgasm crashes over me. It’s an out-of-body experience, and I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine.
He kisses my inner thighs.
“I want you,” I say. “Please.”
He moves up my body, his lips trailing fire across my skin. When he reaches my mouth, the taste of myself on his tongue sends heat spiraling through me all over again.
“God, the sounds you make,” he mutters against my lips.
“Ezra.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer as his forehead rests against mine.
His breathing is uneven as he waits patiently outside my entrance. The anticipation builds until I think I might combust from waiting as his tip teases my entrance. This feels like we’re standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into something more.
“You’re teasing me,” I whisper.
“Just a little.”
He pushes into me slowly, and we both gasp at the sensation. My back arches off the bed as he fills me completely, stretching me in the most perfect way. For a moment, neither of us moves, and we just breathe together, adjusting to this closeness.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my neck. “You feel incredible.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans low in his throat. When he starts to move, it’s with that same deliberate pace from before, like he wants to savor every second.
“Harder,” I whisper, my nails digging into his shoulders.
His rhythm changes, becoming more urgent, and I meet him thrust for thrust. The bed creaks beneath us, but I don’t care about anything except the way he’s making me feel. Each movement sends shock waves through my entire body.
“You’re so perfect,” he says, his voice strained. “So damn perfect.”
I pull his mouth to mine, kissing him as we move together. There’s no space between us now, no beginning or end, just this overwhelming need that we’re both chasing. I cry out as he slams inside of me, and it feels so good. He has me climbing toward another peak embarrassingly fast. My breathing becomes ragged.
“So close,” I manage to say.
“Come with me,” he whispers, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fall apart around me.”
His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, stronger than the first. The pleasure overwhelms him, and Ezra follows seconds later, burying his face in my neck as he spills into me.
We stay like that, and we slowly kiss each other, hearts hammering.
“Worth the wait?” he asks.
“Hell, yes,” I say with a laugh.
Eventually, he pulls out, and we clean up. Ezra lies down beside me, opening his arms for me to fall into them. I lean my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to normal.
“That was…” I start, then trail off because words feel inadequate.
“Yeah,” he says with a laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “It was.”
The afternoon light filters through the bedroom window. I’m satisfied in a way that goes beyond physical. I finished my book, and Ezra finished me.
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “I can’t wait to read your book.”
The sincerity in his voice makes my heart flutter. “I’m actually nervous.”
