Ezra hadn’t been kidding about the quickie. As soon as I made it through his door, he was on me. I’d barely removed my key from the lock before he pressed my back against the wall and gave me a kiss that made me dizzy.
“Bedroom,” he demanded, deep and raspy.
God, I loved it when he was bossy. Lust slammed through me, and I wanted to stay right where I was, just so he’d have to say it again.
He’d spent so many years keeping his feelings inside, and I’d spent that time waiting and wishing for them to come out.
Now they were all mine.
He was all mine.
“Bedroom, Kayla.” His hands went to his belt as he backed away.
Mesmerized by his movements, I watched as he slid it out before tossing it to the floor. Next, he popped open the button of his jeans and I caught a glimpse of the light happy trail below his belly button.
The sound of his zipper coming down spurred me into action. I dumped my purse on the floor and wrestled with my tank top and bra as I headed down the hall, leaving a trail of clothing in my path.
By the time I made it to the bedroom, I was kicking off my jeans and panties.
Before I could turn around, Ezra came up behind me, just as naked as I was. His hands slipped around my middle, resting on my stomach, and his erection prodded at my back.
“Get on the bed,” he said, his fingers flexing on my hips before he delivered a soft kiss to my shoulder. “On all fours.”
I didn’t hesitate to comply. Scrambling on my hands and knees, I ungracefully kicked at the blue comforter, pushing it away to reveal the soft, rumpled sheets. The same sheets we’d been tangled up on this morning.
The bed smelled like us. Like my sugar cookie lotion and Ezra’s masculine-smelling body wash.
Cool air hit me in my hottest places as I got into the position Ezra had asked for.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him stroking himself while staring at my pussy. While that was incredibly sexy, I also found myself automatically trying to close my legs because I was so exposed.
“Don’t.” Ezra slowly shook his head while climbing onto the bed with me. “Spread your thighs wider. I want to see how wet you are.”
My nipples tightened, and my center throbbed painfully as I did what he said.
Our agreement to be honest had created the most delicious dirty talk.
Ezra wasn’t even trying to be sexy, and maybe that was why it was so hot. He was just telling me exactly what he wanted.
He seemed to come alive in these moments, and I remembered what he’d said the other day about people needing to be in control sometimes. If control was what he wanted, he could have it.
Well, most of it.
“Touch me.” I made a demand of my own.
He obliged, his warm palm softly trailing down my spine. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
I didn’t think he expected me to answer, so I just waited for him to find the place I needed him the most.
And he didn’t disappoint.
Cupping my pussy, his fingertips slid through my wetness before finding my clit. He circled it three times, then entered me with two fingers.
“Right there,” I encouraged, my body trembling.
I could hear his ragged breathing behind me as he lined his cock up with my entrance. Frustration made me grasp the sheets as he ran it up and down my seam. It felt amazing, especially when he rubbed over my clit, but I needed him inside me.
Wiggling my ass, I made an impatient noise.
Ezra chuckled, but he gave me what I wanted. His tip pressed against my core, slipping inside. He gently rocked into me, giving my body time to adjust.
Although we’d already had sex several times, he was still a tight fit and I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to his size. It hurt, but in the best way.
A final thrust had him fully seated, and I let my top half collapse onto the bed because my shaking arms were no longer able to hold me up. I placed my cheek on the mattress and raised my hands up to fist the pillow.
Ezra’s hands moved from my hips to the back of my legs and I felt his thumbs find purchase right below my ass cheeks. Then he placed them near my soaked entrance and gently spread me open further.
“That feels good.” I gasped. “Stretch me open like that.”
Palming my ass, he kneaded it, grabbing at both cheeks and squeezing.
“This ass, Kayla,” he growled. “Fuck.”
He tapped the right side with his hand, not hard enough for it to hurt, but with enough force to cause the ample flesh to ripple and bounce.
I’d always been self-conscious about my butt. In my opinion, it was too big and my breasts were too small, so the bottom half of my torso seemed out of proportion with the top.
But, obviously, Ezra loved it.
As he grasped my hips, I sent a silent thanks out to whoever I’d inherited my pear-shaped body from.
Ezra started pumping in a slow rhythm, but it quickly turned hard and fast.
It felt different from behind. More intense. He was going so deep, I couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth.
Burying my face in the pillow, I tried to smother my moans, but Ezra’s fingers threaded through my hair. Taking a gentle, yet firm hold, he tugged my head to the side.
“I want to hear it.”
“But what about the neighbors?” I whispered through a whimper.
“Let them hear it, too.”
I couldn’t refuse him. And so I surrendered myself to the sensations, even if it was for just a few short minutes.
I decided right then that I loved quickies.