Being His

Chapter 11

He marveled at the sight of her, the way her skin glowed in the candlelight, how her breasts rose and fell with each breath. His fingers traced the delicate lace of her bra, teasing her nipples until they hardened, begging for his touch. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, feeling her shudder beneath him. As he moved lower, his lips found the waistband of her panties, and he slowly slid them down her legs, revealing her to him fully. Her scent, her heat, the way she arched her hips off the bed, seeking more of his touch. He kissed his way up her thighs, his beard scratching against her skin, sending shivers through her body. When he reached her core, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her, wet and eager for him. His tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of her folds, tasting her sweetness. She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed, and he took her more deeply into his mouth, sucking gently at her clit, feeling her body tensing beneath his touch. His fingers found her entrance, slick with her arousal, and began to probe, searching for the spot that would send her over the edge. As he continued to work his magic with his mouth, his fingers found their rhythm, thrusting inside her, matching the pace of his tongue. He could feel her growing closer, the tension building in her body, the way her breath hitched and her cries became more desperate. He knew she was close, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to take her there. Her body arched off the bed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she came undone, her voice ragged and raw as she cried out his name. He felt her walls contract around his fingers, and he knew she had found release. He continued to lap at her folds, savoring the taste of her, his own pleasure forgotten as he focused on bringing her back to earth, back to the present moment. When she finally came down from the heights of her orgasm, he lifted his head, looking down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with desire, and her lips were swollen from their passionate kisses. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

She nodded, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "More than okay," she managed to say between gasps. "That was...that was incredible."

Ezekiel smiled, relieved to see her recovering. He climbed up onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs once again. He felt the slight tremor in her arms and looked into her eyes. At the sign of hesitation he froze. "Freyja-".

"Go slow." she interrupted. As she said that it was like a lightbulb went off in his brain. She's a virgin.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him. He hadn't realized. He should have known. She was so...innocent, so untouched. He couldn't believe he'd been so careless. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.

"Okay," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll go slow."

He took a deep breath, gathering himself before he began. His fingers traced the sensitive skin around her entrance, feeling the delicate folds of her. He watched her face, the way her eyes clouded with desire as he touched her. He felt her wetness against his skin, and with a groan of need, he pushed forward, slowly entering her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into the sensation. He held still for a moment, feeling her body adjust to his invasion, and then began to move, drawing her body against his, he could feel her muscles tensing, feel the heat from her body enveloping him as he moved inside her. He took his time, slowly thrusting, withdrawing, and teasing her. Her moans filled the air, each one driving him deeper, urging him on. Her hands found their way to his back, tracing the lines of his spine, her nails digging into his skin. He leaned forward, his weight pressing down on her, his lips seeking hers. Their kiss deepened, their tongues tangling together as they moved together in perfect harmony. Her body arched off the bed, meeting his thrusts with an urgency that left him breathless. He could feel her tightness beginning to give way, her body opening to him, welcoming him in and the sensation was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He looked down at her, seeing the expression of pure pleasure on her face, and it drove him wild. He quickened his pace, thrusting deeper inside her, feeling the slick heat of her body surround him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips bucking wildly, her moans filling the air. He kissed her, their tongues tangling together as he moved inside her, feeling the tension building within her body. He could feel her growing closer to the edge, and he wanted nothing more than to bring her there, to watch her lose control and give herself over to the pleasure he was giving her. He quickened his pace, his thrusts deeper and more urgent. Her body arched off the bed, meeting his every movement, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the brink. He could feel the heat from her body, the wetness of her arousal as she gripped him, urging him on. Their passion consumed them, their bodies moving as one, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. He could feel her inner walls begin to spasm around him, her release imminent, and with it his own. With one final thrust, he felt her body convulse around him, her inner walls gripping him tightly as she cried out in ecstasy. Her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders, but he didn't care. He was lost in the sensation of her body pulsing around him, of her release coursing through him, the feeling of her tightness giving way as she came apart beneath him. He continued to move inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over them both, their bodies becoming one in the darkness of the night as he followed her over the edge, his own climax overwhelming him as he emptied himself into her. Her cries filled the room, echoing off the walls as her body shook with the force of another orgasm. As they caught their breath, he rolled off her, pulling out of her, they lay there, panting, sweaty and tangled together. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside her, to know that she was his. He traced gentle fingers over her flushed cheek, her swollen lips, her still-heaving chest. She sighed, her eyes drifting shut as she reveled in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Ezekiel smiled, the tips of his fingers tracing a delicate path down her chest, over her stomach, then back again. He felt her shudder under his touch her body still sensitive, and it was like a jolt of electricity ran through him. He leaned in, pressing tender kisses to her neck, suckling every few seconds. His lips lingering there as he savored the feel of her skin against his own. Her breath hitched, and she arched her back into his touch. He could feel the heat of her body still coursing through him, the weight of her pleasure still lingering in the air around them. He slid his hand between them, finding her wetness again, and began to stroke her gently, teasingly. Her hips rose off the bed, seeking more of his touch. He kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers, before trailing down her jaw, across her neck and to her shoulders. His hand moved faster, his fingers finding rhythm with his thumb. She moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, her fingernails digging into his arm. Her body tensed, and he felt her fourth climax begin to build, rising up within her like a wave.

He quickened his pace, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "That's it, baby. Let it go." Her hips bucked wildly, meeting his thrusts with a fervor that left him breathless. Her orgasm crashed over them both, her cries filling the room, echoing through the apartment. He felt her inner walls grip him, her body trembling as she shuddered in release. He continued to stroke her, his fingers moving in a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of his heart. Her muscles gradually relaxed, her breath slowing as she came back to earth. He kissed her tenderly, his lips lingering on hers as he savored the taste of her skin, the feel of her body against his. Feeling no reaction from her, he looked at her face to see her eyes closed. He chuckled. She had passed out because of all the pleasure and stimulation.