He delighted in the shiver she gave as his tongue traced a path across her shoulder. She was turned away from him and he wished for a moment that he could see her eyes darken from his touch. He nipped at the back of her neck, and was rewarded with a small moan of pleasure. He bit down and sucked hard; excited by the reaction it caused. She squirmed and he tightened his hold and his suction, causing her head to drop back towards him. Allowing him absolute possession. Increasing his pressure, he reveled in the feel of her soft hair against his cheek. Satisfied he had left his mark, his mouth released its hold on her neck and she unconsciously pushed it back against him, wanting more. This simple, primal, movement caused his body to jerk in violent reaction and he pushed himself hard against her, letting her feel his mounting passion. She pushed back and his mouth traveled up and down her spine, leaving wet kisses and nips along the way. She pulled his hands forward, guiding him to touch her in private ways, to hold a breast, to roll a hardened nipple between his fingers. She ran his fingers over her lips and kissed them before moving them lower to let him know how ready she was for him. She wanted him. The thought made him quiver with anticipation and he could scarcely contain his need. Very aware that he would be unable to restrain himself for much longer, he pulled her over to look into her smoldering eyes. He took her wrists and pulled her hands above her head, barely in control as she arched her body towards him. The animal sounds that were coming from deep in her throat were driving him mad with want. Her eyes burned with their mutual desire. He claimed her mouth with a passion to match hers, locking his hands in her hair. He had waited for so long, had wanted this so badly, had envisioned it a thousand times in his head. Her body thrust itself against him again and he almost lost control. He was glad she was so ready, he knew he was well beyond the point of being gentle. Not this time. He pulled back, trying to calm his breathing, prolonging the moment, his body shaking with emotion. He ran his hands through his hair, watching, as she grew almost frantic with her need for him. When he moved away, she unconsciously sought her own release. His breathing became erratic as her eyes glazed over and he could restrain himself no more. Tightly gripping her hips, he lifted her and entered with a single hard thrust, groaning as he did so. She caught her breath as he buried himself, having not expected him to fill her so completely. The accompanying feelings that brought with it took her over the edge and she gasped as her release took over. She arched harder, trying to take in every inch of him, panting with the effort. She moaned aloud, raking her fingers down his back. They dug in to his shoulders as her legs wrapped around him. He lost control. One hard thrust, then another. He shuddered violently against her, biting his lip to hold back the cry trying to escape at his own, long pent up, release.Ezra woke with a start and quickly looked around. Had he cried out? He was face down on his bed. His breathing was ragged and he was, thankfully, alone, his room mates occupied elsewhere. His body had betrayed him once again.
He put his head back down and waited to regain control of himself. He was limp and drained. Once he had his breathing under good regulation, he looked at the clock. One hour before supper. Sitting up, he ran his hands tiredly through his hair. He went to the shower, resigned to his loneliness.