Page 37 of Beautiful Trauma
“Baby,” Ezra whispered, broken, gripping my hips. “I…you…”
I’d rendered him speechless, and it was the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced. Our first time together, Ezra had shown me the ways he liked to be pleased. I decided it was time for him to learn new things about me. I didn’t want a slow ride; I wanted to obliterate every damn memory he had of anyone else who came before me and ruin him for anyone who might try to come later.
The desperate, needy look in Ezra’s eyes made me feel powerful, and I used it to fuel my hips, trying different angles and tempos until I found the ones that made him grit his teeth or cry out. My hips would falter and lose rhythm at times, but Ezra encouraged me by squeezing my hips instead of trying to take over. I hovered over his face, staring into his eyes; Ezra’s gasps puffed against my lips, spurring me on.
I wanted him to come first, but his experience won out over my exuberance. One minute I was canting my hips forward to make him grunt and groan, and the next, I was emptying my balls over his chest and stomach.
I stared at him through stunned eyes, giving him the opening he needed to resume control. Quicker and easier than I thought possible, Ezra reversed our positions so I was on my back, and he was between my spread thighs.
“Do you want a hard fuck then?” he asked, pushing my knees up toward my chest. “Want me to unleash my desire?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Ezra snapped his hips forward, fast and furiously then fucked me with a relentless rhythm that managed to make me hard all over again. The legs of the chaise rocked loudly against the balcony floor, threatening to break or tip us over.
“Is this what you needed, baby?”
I dug my fingers in the back of my thighs, holding my limp-noodle legs out of the way. “Yes!” I was on the verge of coming a second time when Ezra snapped his hips forward once more, roaring my name as he shook and came. I released my thighs and lowered them so Ezra could collapse against me, pinning my still-hard dick between our stomachs.
“Every person on this side of the building knows some guy named Henry caused the world’s largest orgasm,” I said proudly.
Unwilling to be outdone, Ezra scooted down my body then blew my dick and mind until I yelled his name too. We lay together in tangled limbs afterward, the night air cooling our fevered bodies which were bound together by sweat and drying cum.
“Ezra?”
“Yes, baby.”
I loved the way he called me baby. “Am I filthy enough to earn that bath now?”
Ezra sniffed my neck with another sigh. “I hate that you won’t smell like me.”
“So wash me with your soap,” I suggested.
Ezra lifted his head and smiled down at me. “I like the way you think.” He started to lower his head to kiss me but jerked back. “Fuck!”
“What is it? A muscle spasm?”
“Hey now,” Ezra said, sounding offended. “I’m not that old.”
“There’s no age requirement for a muscle spasm. Remember my limp earlier tonight?”
Ezra nodded to acknowledge my point. “It wasn’t a spasm; a mosquito bit me on the ass.”
He looked so outraged that a mosquito would dare take a bite of his ass. I couldn’t stop the laughter building inside me. “I-I’m sorry,” I managed to say before the dam broke and it burst from my chest. “I’d bite your ass too if I were her.”
Ezra tried not to laugh, but he joined me until he got bit a second time. “That’s it,” he said firmly, leaping to his feet. “It’s time for a bath, then you need to get some sleep.” He blew out the candles and crooked his fingers for me to follow.
On our way to the bathroom, I watched in puzzlement as Ezra stopped by his bedside table and picked up his phone.
“Checking your messages?” I asked.
“Adding citronella candles to my shopping list before I forget,” he quipped. He looked at me with a raised brow. “Not a single smartass joke out of you about faulty memories at my age.”
I held up my hands in surrender. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” My lips quivered and threatened to give way to laughter yet again.
“Get in the bathroom,” Ezra said, pointing to the doorway.
“Yes, sir,” I said cheekily then gasped when Ezra’s hand landed soundly against my bare ass. I spun around to face him. “Spanking wasn’t in the lesson tonight.”