Drowning

Chapter 51:

Ezra was insatiable the rest of the night. I woke up from my nap to him kissing my hips and moving his mouth lower. It took him about two minutes with his tongue on me before I was screaming his name again. We got up and headed down to the living room, where I reciprocated and had his knees shaking when I took him into my mouth. It was almost like it had become a new game for us.

He came up behind me and bent me over the kitchen table. I climbed on top of him when he sat on the couch. It felt so freeing being with him this way. It felt so natural and easy. By midnight, my body was sore and aching.

We went up to go to bed and he gave me a t-shirt to sleep in. It felt warm and safe. I had his scent all over me and it was intoxicating.

We laid in bed and he traced my fingertips with his. He gave me gentle kisses until I slipped off into sleep. I was having the most wonderful dream about Ezra and me together sitting with my family at dinner. We were all laughing. JD was making fun of me and Ezra was holding my hand. He leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the cheek.

I woke up quickly when I felt my stomach churning. I was going to be sick. I jumped out of the bed and darted into the bathroom. I was barely able to hold on until I reached the toilet. It felt like all my insides were trying to escape my body. I wiped the corner of my mouth and leaned back against the bathtub.

Ezra's shirtless shadow was leaning against the doorway when I finally looked up.

"What's going on?" He asked with sleep still heavy on his eyes. His hair was a tangled mess and sticking up in multiple places. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"I think I might have eaten something that made me sick or my stomach bug is back." I said, trying to calm myself.

Ezra walked in the door and sat on the edge of the tub.

I had the urge to throw up again and leaned over the toilet. My stomach muscles hurt from the violent action. I leaned back again and Ezra rubbed my head.

"Are you going to be ok?" He asked me with concern on his face. "Do you need me to call someone or get you something?"

"I'll be fine. Let's go lay back down."

We went back to the bed and I closed my eyes. My stomach was still violently churning.

I woke up two more times vomiting. The last time, I didn't make it to the bathroom. Luckily, the last time was all stomach acid and it wasn't hard to clean up. Ezra jumped up with me every time he felt me move away from him.

In the morning, he looked as bad as I felt. He had large bags under his eyes as he was brewing a pot of coffee in the kitchen. The smell was so overwhelming, I ran back upstairs again and had another round of vomiting.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked terrible. My eyes were dark and my hair was wild. This sickness was hitting me hard. I threw some toothpaste in my mouth to rinse out the taste of the stomach acid. My stomach felt much better after the last incident, but I was still feeling a little bit weak. I went back downstairs to find Ezra.

"That's a pretty nasty bug." He said, sipping his coffee.

"Yeah, I don't know where I got it from. I feel a little better now. It must be like a 24-hour thing or something."

He walked over to me and grabbed my waist. I reached my arms up around his neck. He leaned in to kiss me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and traced mine. He pressed himself into me, backing me up to the wall. His hands moved from my hips up to my chest and found my nipples. I grabbed him over his pants and felt him hardening. Ezra was ready to go again.