Chapter 2 One night stand
Ezekiel entered the bedroom door when our lips remained locked in an intense kiss. My legs curled around his waist when he carried me with ease, one hand supporting my weight and the other holding me tight. I entwined my fingers in his hair and drew him nearer, not wanting to let the moment pass. There was nothing but the two of us in the affectingly peaceful home.
He stopped the kiss as we stumbled inside and lowered me to the bed's edge. Holding myself up by my elbows, I tried kissing him once more because I needed to feel his closeness.
Ezekiel bent down, teasingly grazing his lips against mine before hastily drawing away, leaving a heated breath on my cheek. Slowly, his fingers moved across my bare flesh beneath my baggy shirt, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. After he pulled the white shirt off my shoulders, I was only wearing my black bikini.
He hesitated, his hands hovering just over my skin, and I bit my bottom lip in frustration. I yearned for his touch desperately. He was standing at the edge, and I sat up and knelt on the bed, sitting face to face with him. I placed my arms around his neck, muttering, "Your warmth is what I want."
I teased him by softly moving my tongue over his lips in an attempt to bring him back into the passion of the moment. I dragged him onto the bed and placed myself on top of him, staring at him. Despite my drunkenness, I could still see the subconscious trust between us and the yearning in his eyes. He wasn't pushing me away or protesting. He also desired it.
But then, as if looking for approval, Ezekiel asked, "Isabella, are you sure you want to—"
I softly pushed my fingers to his lips, shutting him off before he could say anything more. I looked into his resolute gaze. "I know exactly what I want," I said softly, reaching down to kiss him once again.
Our tongues entwined, the kiss grew more intense, and I grazed his lower lip with mine, letting my teeth gently nip at his chin. The intimacy between us was electrifying, and I could feel the rising tension in his body, his desire evident beneath me. Our eyes met for a minute, and we exchanged unspoken words.
Without breaking the look, I reached behind my back and started pulling down the strings of my bikini. I didn't want to wait for him to change his mind or leave. I knew exactly what I desired, and I couldn't allow hesitancy to get in the way. Whether it was my desire to win against my mom or simply the desire to have the man she had once desired, I wasn't certain.
I only knew that I couldn't stop.
As I unfastened the bra, my chest was exposed, and I felt chilly air brush across my skin. I put a hand on Ezekiel's cheek and smiled gently. "We're here to enjoy ourselves," I said in a low, playful whisper. "Not to hesitate like this."
Ezekiel shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, his turmoil clearly visible. But I wasn't going to let uncertainty spoil the moment. I placed his hand on my left breast, softly pushing it. I sighed softly as my body reacted to the warmth of his hand and his touch.
"Ezekiel," I said, pushing against his touch, "forget all for tonight."
"Let go of everything. Just hug me and let me feel your warmth."
His fingers tightened a bit, and I could feel the final strands of his resistance disappear.
I felt a chilly sensation go through me as Ezekiel's fingertip touched my tender spot. My body reacted to his gentle pinch in ways I couldn't control, causing me to moan softly. He seemed to know exactly how to arouse every nerve in me with his authoritative yet soft touch. He brought his hands to my waist and gently but firmly grasped me, drawing me in.
We sat together for a minute, his chest crushed against mine, my skin tingling from his warmth. He then placed me down on the bed with a smooth sweep, his lips never leaving mine. As his hand grasped my breast and began to press it in slow, rhythmic motions, I fell into his kiss and moaned softly. His touch ignited every part of me, sending heat like a wildfire across my body. I desired him more than anything else before.
I felt dizzy from the intensity of the kiss and the yearning I had for him, and I gasped for air when he finally broke it.
My body throbbed with want, and my heart raced as a wetness grew between my thighs. Ezekiel's lips went from my lips to my neck, leaving hot, persistent kisses. I allowed myself to forget the moment as I relaxed and gave in to the sensation of his touch.
His tongue moved lower till it touched my breasts, tracing the curve of my neck. I moaned breathlessly as his mouth reached my bud, the sensation of his tongue around me sending a rush of pleasure through my body. I had never felt anything like the way he kissed me there, so tenderly and passionately; it was more satisfying than any kiss I had ever had with my ex-boyfriend.
Ezekiel teased my delicate skin with a gentle bite. Instead of pain, all I felt was pure pleasure, a sweet pain that spread through me as I curved into him, craving more. It seemed like a dream that I didn't want to end.
Ezekiel's fingertips slid gently, teasingly, loosening the lace around my panties. The sluggish pace pushed me over the edge of frustration, so I seized control, swiftly loosening the other side and exposing me completely to him. My body was prepared.
I caressed his chest with my fingertips and muttered his name, "Ezekiel," hoping he would understand what I needed. I could tell he did by his deep gasp. I was left with just desire and no shame.
He lowered his pants slowly, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Witnessing him proved what I had always thought—that he could give what I had longed for.
I was right that night; he showed my mom heaven.
I bit my lip in pleasure, my body shivering from his relentless speed. My hand seized the side of the bed for support, while the other clutched his arm hard, seeking some sense of control in the middle of dominant sensations. In time with his motions, my chest rose and fell, and I let out frantic moans, "Ezekiel…"
I gripped his shoulders because I was going crazy from the stiffness of his body.
I wanted him to be more and more harsh with me.
All I wanted was to lose myself with him right then and there, so I begged for more.
His stamina proved as he raised my waist smoothly with one hand, grasping my leg with the other.
The chilly air from the air conditioner couldn't keep up with the heat that was growing between us, and beads of sweat formed on my skin. Ezekiel grabbed me up out of the blue and put me on his lap. The combination of dizzying pleasure and tiredness left me gasping for air.
Clinging to him, hardly able to keep myself upright, I rested my chin on his shoulder. Even though my body was feeble, I still wanted his touch and presence more than ever. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a deeper push inside me, overriding all of my senses.
He pushed more intensively, causing me to arch my back in response, unable to control the gasp that escaped my throat. His grip intensified, holding me so close that I could scarcely move, trapping me in his alluring embrace.
Forgetting my unease, I began demanding, "Yes... Ezekiel!"
"You are the best."
I could feel the dryness of my throat from the way he made me moan.
I had no idea it would be pleasant to get fucked by my mother's lover.
Gradually, I opened my eyes to look into his.
When his lust-filled eyes met mine, it appeared as though everything around us had faded into nothingness. I caressed his face with a trembling hand and placed a gentle, long-lasting kiss on his lips. At that point, I felt extremely fatigued but yet incredibly alive. As I kissed him, I felt I wasn't simply losing myself in him—I was abandoning the present and slipping into another dimension where only we existed.
A place where nothing else was important but this.
I remember the first time I met you and gradually got to know you better. I didn't want to break into my mother's home, but she didn't care about her own, so I had no other option.