Page 90 of Booked on You
“Sit with me,” he says, pulling over another stool. He moves behind me, his solid, bare chest pressing into my back. I settle against him, pulling the fabric of my dress around my thighs. He leans forward, lips brushing my ear as his arms slide around me, guiding my hands onto the cool, slick clay.
Ezra’s warm breath steadies in my ear, matching mine as his fingers cover mine.
“Relax your hands,” he instructs softly. “Let me guide you.”
I loosen my fingers beneath his. He presses my palms inward, shaping the clay as the wheel turns. Our movements blend into one.
My hips shift, and Ezra inhales. His reaction ignites a need so intense that it has me arching against him.
“Scarlett,” he whispers, his lips grazing the curve of my neck. My head falls back onto his shoulder, my eyes drifting closed.
“Why do you deny me?” I breathe, turning, desperate for his mouth. His lips find mine, and the kiss is fierce, hungry, unrestrained. Clay-smeared fingers slide from the wheel, tracing along my thighs, bunching the thin dress higher. He explores the bare skin underneath.
“Shh…city girl, I’m not denying you. Ever.”
I moan into his mouth, forgetting everything but the feel of his strong hands on my body.
Ezra pulls away, breathing hard against my lips, his chest rising and falling beneath my fingertips.
He unties the straps of my dress, and it falls down, exposing my breasts.
Heat rushes through me, my cheeks flushing.
I stand in front of him, and his steely gaze moves over every inch of my skin, lingering, drinking in every curve. I love how he memorizes me, like he’s etching me into his memory. I do the same as the fabric drops to the floor, leaving me completely bare.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His words ripple through me, my pulse racing faster.
Ezra shifts forward, his mouth hot on my breast, fingertips brushing over my other nipple.
I moan out loud, loving how he sucks and licks me all over. His hand slides between my legs, and he looks up at me. “So fuckin’ wet for me, sweetheart.”
“I’ve been writing sex scenes all day.”
“Ahh, you’ve been thinking about me?” he asks, his finger curling deep inside me.
I grab his shoulders, steadying myself as his thumb circles my clit.
“Yes,” I admit. “I was so turned on, I almost took a break to cash in one of my O-coins.”
“Mm. Big saver,” he says, dropping to his knees in front of me.
“About to be a big spender,” I tell him with a laugh as my ass hits the pottery wheel. Ezra’s tongue dives inside me. I lean back on the wheel as he eats me like I’m his last meal.
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you,” he says, flicking my clit. “Six. Fuck, Scarlett. Can’t wait to please you. Reward you.”
“Inspire me,” I whisper, feeling the cold clay on my back.
Ezra slides his firm hands under my ass, pulling me closer to him. He swings my legs over his shoulders, enjoying every drop of me. It’s euphoric, and I don’t know how he does it, but he has me crumbling within minutes.
His tongue dives deep inside me, and my pussy clenches with satisfaction. Gently, he moves back to my bundle of nerves. He starts slow, and I think it might be too delicate, but Ezra doesn’t give up. Heat builds, and I lose my ability to form words as another orgasm rushes through me.
“Two already?” he says cockily, kissing my inner thigh, then stands. His cock is at attention, and I smirk.
“Someone’s happy to see me.”
“Always,” Ezra says, capturing my mouth.
