Burning For You

Caresses and Kisses

​But she was cut off. Instead, she felt his lips claim hers. The surprise of it stole her breath, a soft, involuntary gasp that he swallowed completely.

​Part of her head screamed for her to run, to push him off and leave. Danger, run. But her heart leapt, an actual physical throb in her chest, and pulled her even closer. The scent of him—salt, midnight air, and a clean, male musk—drowned out the scream. She relinquished control and let her heart win.

​Lying back, she felt the warm, solid pressure of Ezra's body settle over hers. One of his hands cradled the back of her head, his thumb brushing slow, anchoring circles against her scalp as he devoured her mouth.

​His tongue slid roughly against hers, an aggressive stroke that was somehow tender, summoning a mewling sound, raw and unfamiliar, from her throat.

​"f**k," She gasped, the word vibrating deep in her chest, as she wrapped her legs high around his waist, the slight friction of her dress against his trousers a sudden, electric heat. She found herself burying her face into the side of his neck, the stubble there abrasive and thrilling, as her back arched and fireworks rippled through her blood.

​Ezra ran his hands down her body, slow and possessive. He understood now why she didn't want to show off her bathing suit. There was nothing to it. It was basically just a thong and enough fabric to cover her n*****s. The mental image alone—her sun-warmed, almost naked— would have made him uncontrollable if she had taken off that shirt by the pool.

​When she ran her hands through his thick hair, pulling him fractionally closer, he let out a low, animalistic growl, a sound that vibrated straight into her bones.

​"You okay?" Lari stopped, her voice a little breathless, unsure of what that deep, guttural sound meant.

​"More than okay," He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm against her sensitive skin, still needing to feel her closeness.

​Lari ran her fingers through his dark curls. "I like this," She admitted more so to herself than to him. She couldn't see the boyish grin of delight that had spread across Ezra's face in the dark, but she felt the subtle shift in the tension of his shoulders.

​"Do you want to go back to our room?" He offered gently, his voice rough with restraint, not wanting to push her too far, but also feeling selfishly desperate.

​She didn't say anything; she just pulled back the pod curtain and slipped on her dress. Taking the heat of Ezra's hand, she followed him back.

​In the Room

​Ezra only turned on one of the bedside lamps, casting a low, honeyed light across the room, before switching the TV onto a movie channel.

​"Lay down with me?"

​She shook her head as she headed to the bathroom. "I'm getting changed first. This bathing suit is riding up."

​This time she chose a different set of pyjamas: a baby doll cami from Peter Alexander with a white and blue tartan pattern. The fabric felt cool and silky against her skin. She picked out a cute pair of matching blue undies to wear underneath.

​It was a surprise to Ezra because she'd never dressed for him before. It seemed even more intimate than touching. To think she picked it out to catch his eye, to invite his admiration. He sat up and stared in awe; she was adorably hot.

​"I look stupid," Lari couldn't look him in the eye, her face turned beetroot red as she turned to change into something else.

​"No!" he stopped her, his voice commanding. "No, you look perfect. Don't you dare hide that."

​She came back and sat on the bed beside him. Ezra leant back against the pile of pillows; Lari took that as a cue and relaxed beside him, the soft mattress sinking slightly beneath their combined weight.

​He ran his hand down her shoulder and over her arm, his touch feeling heavy and intentional through the thin fabric of the cami.

​"You're so perfect," He murmured, his voice a deep, rough rumble.

​"Liar," she scoffed playfully, her head tilted to look up into his dark eyes. She knew he wasn't lying though. His gaze felt like a weight, a truth she couldn't argue with.

​He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her on top of him this time, her thighs instinctively straddling him.

​Her hands reached out to feel the sharp cut of his jaw, the rough grain of his cheek. It felt so surreal. "This has to be some sort of dream."

​"Why?" Ezra challenged her.

​"Cause, in reality, someone like you would never be interested in someone like me."

​"I've been interested for the last two years, but after you rejected me for that project, I was too curious," Ezra's hands ran down her body, tracing the curve of her hips and plump ass, the delicate lace of her underwear a contrast to the firm muscle of her body. "At that party, I was f*****g pissed at that dickhead. I hated how you laughed with him. How you looked at him."

​Lari threw back her head and let out a giggle, a breathy, relieved sound. "I was only with him because I wanted to get closer to you. You were always my end goal."

​Ezra rolled his hips, pressing his hardened c**k against Lari's core. The barrier of their clothes only intensified the dense, aching pressure. Her gaze lowered and her eyes darkened.

​"You like that?" He watched her mouth form a perfectly round 'O'. She nodded at the sensation of him pressed against her.

​She rolled her hips this time before leaning forward. Her nightie dipped to reveal she wore no bra or barrier underneath; her breasts swayed as she rocked her body against him, the friction building a slow, internal heat.

​He let her do what she wanted, let himself delight in having her body so close against his. But it wasn't long before her sighs became frustrated groans, quick, desperate sounds caught in her throat.

​"Do you want more?" He offered, his voice a low command.

​She nodded as she sucked on her lower lip, needing some kind of release.

​Ezra flipped her over, moving with a controlled urgency. Slowly, he trailed his hand up the back of her calf, around her knee. He stopped and looked at her; she squirmed beneath his touch, her eyes tightly closed, savoring the slow burn.

​"Please," She begged, panting and sweaty.

​He continued up her thigh. He felt the smooth lace of her underwear. He slipped it aside and slid a single finger through her slick slit.

​"f**k!" Lari gasped, a sharp, shocked sound, and her legs fell open, waiting for more.

​Ezra ran a finger through again, this time finding the soft and warm bundle of nerves that made Lari breathless.

​He circled it, slowly, deliberately, letting her body get used to being touched. The slick pressure intensified with every revolution. Her hands twisted in the bed sheets, her back arched and her head threw back. A guttural, almost painful sound tore from her throat. It was as if something had possessed her. As he brought her closer and closer to ecstasy, her toes curled and her breath came in short, shallow pants.

​Ezra buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath ragged, whispering her sweet nothings.

​"You gonna come for me?" he groaned, the question a final, demanding plea.

​"Uhh!" Her voice choked as warmth flooded through her, a deep, powerful release that made her muscles shake. Her body suddenly relaxed and melted beside Ezra, the tension flowing out of her like water.

​She curled up to him, entwining her legs with his. She felt utterly boneless, safe against the solidity of him.

​She could still feel his hard-on, a firm presence against her hip, but he made no further advances. She fell asleep listening to the thumping of his beautiful heart, a steady, comforting rhythm against her ear.

​"I love you," Ezra whispered as he kissed her forehead, the lightest brush of his lips, before letting himself succumb to unconsciousness too.