#*ezra

“Oh. Like that”

His body on yours, the sound everywhere of your bodies meeting in desperate thrusts as he sings your praises against your ear while he fucks so deep in to you. He makes you trill, a great symphony of unrestrained want. He surrounds you, covers your body with his, so close.

“So close”.

You’re so close again and it’s so intense. Building in you, the rising pressure of a release so strong it makes every particle between you quiver.

“Don’t stop”

When it comes, it is breathtaking, surging and spilling around him until you are both left shaking from it.

“Kevva!” You gasp, panting for air. “Ez- Ezra, did I just-”

“It seems you did, angel” he replies, voice uneven and barely concentrating.

You take a moment, feeling it so deep. Still around you even as he moves. Your whole being is buzzing, shocked, excited, exhausted. But your reaction is nothing compared to his.

You’ve never seen him so proud, the expression painting his handsome features with a smirk as he sits back on his knees between your spread legs on the bed and listens you try to get your breathing back to some kind of normal.

His hand smooths gently over your still shaking thigh, as he looks down and admires the mess of it. You can feel it, the wet patch on the sheets beneath you and your is cunt dripping, actually dripping, with the combination of yours and his release. You had never come like that before with him or anyone, so hard you were gushing. The fierce reaction of your body to the onslaught of arousal he had put you through tonight.

“Ezra” you breath a faint warning as he dips his hand down to press against your leaking cunt. He gathers up some of the escaping liquid and pulls away, making sure you’re watching him as he slowly licks his fingers clean. He looks at you amused again as you groan and push yourself back up the bed slightly, unable to do much more as your body comes down from it’s unbelievable high.

Oh, you ache. Your limbs heavy, weighed down by the heady air of sex in the room. Your centre still spasming and your heart racing. Kevva alive, the two of you have done so much and yet still he finds new ways to make you combust. You can’t help but fall back in a fit of giggles, him chuckling along with you even as he looks so pleased with himself.

“Can you stop looking so smug?” you laugh, propping yourself up on your elbows to stare at him. You only half mean it and he knows that, plays along

“Not until you stop shaking like that, stardust” he responds with an amused look, cocking an eyebrow at you.

Rolling your eyes, you fall back against the mattress with a giggle. He’s right; your legs and hands are still shaking, your heart-rate still quickened, and the simple, barely there swipe of your thumb over your peaked nipple sends a light aftershock coursing through you that makes you arch up again.

“You look like the cat that ate the fucking canary”

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him look quite this self-satisfied before now.

“Feeling like it too” he admits, moving to sit on the side of the bed but not before kissing you soft, lips brushing for only a moment before he’s pulling away.

“And can you blame me, hm? Feeling my love come like that, make a mess like that for me?”

You pretend to ignore him but can’t help a quiet moan at that, teeth scraping the swollen flesh of your bottom lip to quiet yourself.

“Would you like some water, stardust? You may need to...ah...rehydrate a little after that” He asks, laughing in delight when you lean across to slap his bare ass before he walks away.

“Shut up” you groan playfully, adding “...yes, please” after a moment, genuinely parched after the experience he just put you through.

He hums a tune of contentment as he fills a glass with water, for a moment the only sounds are him and the running tap. It helps ground you, respire steadily again – your body finding some semblance of normal as you slowly sit up with the pillow propped behind you against the metal frame of the bed. You smile at his song, let it weave a calmer energy through you.

Gazing out of the open window besides the bed while you wait for him, the cool breeze soothing your too-hot skin, the brilliant moonlight shines down almost a silver-blue reflecting off the rain-soaked quiet streets below. There’s no way of knowing what time it is, not without picking up your data pad on the other side of the room, and like a lot of your existence with Ezra it feels pleasantly like time is standing still, like the moment is just him and you and everything else is paused. The pernicious ticking of the clock halted in adulation of the intimacy you two share.

And truly, even when it is ferocious your love is so utterly intimate; even in it’s biting, clawing, relentless hunger there was always the deepest care and reverence between you both.

You feel the mattress dip slightly rather than hear him sit besides you, so lost in the beauty of the moon. Your hand falls to his firm thigh, squeezing lightly, and Ezra bows his head to tenderly kiss at your shoulder, rubbing his cheek sweetly against you like a happy house-cat showing affection. For a while he is quiet and you feed off each others tired, happy spirits.

You could be like this with him always, let his warmth surround and live in you.

“Here, drink” he presses the glass to your free hand and the cold of it brings you back to yourself. You gulp down the cool liquid, Ezra’s fingers gently drawing circles against your hip. He’s always finding ways to touch you.

“I believe we truly outdid ourselves tonight, stardust” he mutters, taking the drink from you when you’re done. He takes a slow sip, then places the glass to the side.

“We did, didn’t we?” You grin, squeezing his thigh lightly. “I never knew I could do that. I’ve never come like that before. It was…” you don’t finish, the word not quite ready for you.

“You were transcendent. Nearly did away with me feeling you gush around me like that. All for me”

“Always for you, love. You make me feel incredible, make me feel everything” you tease back, moving your hand down along his inner thigh, fingers lightly skimming.

“I am entirely bewitched by you” Ezra breathes, voice like honey making you melt as you hands never leave each other.

Momentarily, you just look at each other. Admiring, appreciating, but more too. That heavy air is descending again, despite your tired eyes, and you can’t decide if you want to do something about it or not.

Slowly, you lean over to kiss Ezra – for a while it’s tender, oh so gentle as your lips brush and you share a breath before he’s moving you both, pushing you back against the pillow as his tongue finds yours and he’s kissing you deep.

His hand roams low while his mouth remains on yours. Insatiable. He moves back slightly, to look at you with a perfect grin, the kind that lights up his whole face, as fingers delve between your legs to find your inner thighs sticky and your sex still leaking your releases.

“Stardust,” he groans, and you clench at the rumble of his voice so close to you “You know I’m a man of great appetite, and I must admit your display of satisfaction has left me longing for more. What do you think – Do you have one more to give? One more for me?”

You’re quickly burning at the sweet tone of his undemanding request, molten blood in your veins scorching you from the inside. The way he looks at you; patient and calm but wide eyed in need. Like a dying man whose last wish lies between your legs, if only you’ll allow him the gratification.

Carefully, his index finger skims your swollen clit, and you jolt and moan, curling in on yourself slightly at the painful pleasure of it. It feels different, good but almost vicious. You’re still so sensitive from the three he’d already pulled from you that night, especially the last - such a wildly fervent thing you were still barely recovered from it.

“I...I don’t know if I can take it” you whine, but your hand is around his wrist already.

“That’s ok, stardust” he nods, pressing his lips to your forehead.

When Ezra makes to move his hand away, so he can hold you and sooth you, he finds your grip on him tight and you whimper in to his ear. You guide his hand down, fingers lead away from your sensitive nub to your soaked entrance.

“Wanna try” you whisper, nose nudging at his cheek. “For you”.

He leans back slightly to look you in the eye and his deep brown ones finds yours wanting, begging.  Even if you cannot define the desire after such white-hot pleasure, you continue to ache for him.

When you release his wrist, he moves slowly to inch two fingers inside of you and you’re already squirming at that, lips parted and head flung back to lean against the bed frame when he curls them your sensitive upper wall.

“So good for me” he smiles, pride and delight much like before but this time all yours.

His digits press up and against that spot that makes you strain. Fuck, he’s going to ruin you tonight.

You can hear the obscene wet plunge of his fingers within you, it makes you dizzy with lust. Ezra stays focussed on his fingers there, away from your clit until he knows you’re ready for more again. Instead he watches your face intently as he fucks you with his fingers, relishing how utterly wrecked you look as you squeeze your eyes closed and fall back against the pillow with a feral groan.

“Feels good. Please, Ezra”

“What are you begging for, angel?”

“M- More. More. Please”

Slowly, gently he pulls his digits out. You let out an aching mewl, the need for his touch but you feel too dizzy to even find him, demand him. You’re hot all over, undone by him as you open your eyes and see a bright patchwork of colour above you from how tight you had them pressed. He’s not above you, and you let out a wracked sob before you feel his hand parting your thighs, slinging one leg over his shoulder as he lips trace the upper thigh of the other.

“You want more?” his breath burns in to your skin and you buck up.

“Yes. I- I want- Oh” you interrupted yourself with strangled cry, when his mouth latches on to you, sharp nose nudging your swollen clit.

His tongue explores, and he moans and hums against you – sends shock waves all the way through you with the dark growl of his voice. You know he can taste the mixture of both of you, know it must be driving him wild. You want to taste, want to tell him but you can’t form a word that doesn’t sound like a nonsensical noise, a hopeless cry for god or mercy or more. Every inch of you is quivering, vibrating. Your body a vessel of pure pleasure, on the cusp of painful but always so good.

It feels like hours that he feasts on you, pressing himself in to the bed that he is now leaking against too. Everything else is nothing to you, everything but him and the moon as she shines down and blesses your tryst.

And yet, is that even the moon? She could be the sun now and you would have no way of knowing, no sense of anything at all but Ezra’s mouth on you.

You’re grinding against Ezra, trying to find pressure where you need it as you buck wildly. He is toying with you now, consuming you wholly but not offering the release he had promised. His eyes painted with a wicked gleam when you prop yourself up on shaking arms to look down at him. It’s not unusual, Ezra can enjoy you like that for hours on end and often has, but in your state of overstimulation and sensitivity you can’t fathom being teased.

You’re about to scream or sob or smack him or something violent, when he takes your hand in his, rests it on your belly and holds it tight. Ezra pulls back to breath, has he even had a moments breath since this began? Smiles rakish and wide with a wink before diving back in, swiping his nose upwards between your folds as if breathing in the scent of you, and then his lips are attaching to your clit and sucking. Hard.

You fall back, arch harshly. If you had a voice left at all you’d scream. You’re so worked up, so utterly worked, shattered by him that your entire mind and body seems to vanish for a moment – like you are nothing but white noise and static, floating above yourself, and then you are exploding. Pushing and jolting, fire and flame.

You are a supernova.

He kisses and coos, guiding you through it, drinking down everything you offer. Your hand held tight in his even as you writhe and twist on the bed. Praises you for giving, letting him have so much. You can do nothing but mumble disjointed, pushing away when you cannot take any more.

Ezra is a sight. Hair sticking up in all directions, blonde patch partly sticking to his forehead. A sheen of sweat and you covering his face as he finally pulls away and out from between your legs, although you know he’d stay for longer if he could.

“You did so well” he says, lying down besides your panting, unwoven form and pulling you to him to sooth you. “So well, angel. Kevva and all the old gods could never reach such divine heights”

“Mhmm” is all you can reply, turning yourself with some effort to lean your head against his chest and wrap your arms around him. You know he’s smiling so proud as you fall exhausted against his chest, eyes heavy and body light. And you think you’ll let him get away with that, at least until the morning.