EZRA'S P.O.V
I wanted her to be pleased both physically and emotionally; but mostly, I just needed her to know how much she meant to me. Worshiping her body was my way of doing just that. I wasn't big on romantic gestures, the beginning of our relationship proved that. Which was something I had to work on. However, I could shower every inch of her body with love and affection. Which was the perfect way I could express my love. She deserved the world and since I couldn't do that, I would just rock hers.
My lips traced the outline of her n****e. I could feel myself slowly losing control over my actions. Like a fiend, or like a bad habit. But this was nowhere close to being a bad habit. It was something so pure, magical, and wholesome.
My hand took the place where hers was working.
