Page 29 of Beautiful Noise

Okay I can work with this.

My eyes were open now, watching the determination etched on his face. His mouth was everywhere. My neck, my chin, my mouth, my breasts, and I loved it all. I felt it all. Nothing had ever been as satisfying. Something beside us moved or made noise. A clanking of some type but I was too caught up to care. There was shifting and fumbling between us and then…

I felt him.

Oh boy did I feel him but my mind sharpened instantly.

“Condom.”

“Already on.”

Fuck, when did that happen? My eyes lowered and shifted to the left of us. Oh, so that was the clanking noise… a lidded, porcelain jar that held condoms.

Great, how often did he sex women in kitchens that it prompted him to stash condoms in a cookie jar?

“Stop. The house is new. The jar is new, the condoms are just in case. I’ll explain later.”

“Get out of my head,” I mumbled and he grinned.

“No problem. I’d rather get in here instead.”

Holy fuck.

One thrust, one very long thrust that filled me to the point of complete awareness. Awareness that Ezren was doing a little housekeeping. Yep, sure was. Knocking those cobwebs right on out. While one hand was locked firmly at my hip, the thumb of his other caressed the lower curve of my breast. Shortly after it brushed over my nipple, which was aching for attention. He didn’t allow much delay before he pinched hard and caught my cry of pleasure with his mouth landing hard on mine.

And then came the cocky grin and taunting.

“You good?”

“Great actually, but I’d be better if you’d stop talking and…”

“Shit.”

He chuckled before I had his mouth on mine and his tongue doing wicked, wicked things. A combination of faint moans and heavy breaths that blended together to the point where I couldn’t decipher mine from his. It didn’t matter.

What mattered was the feel of him, in me, on me, all around me. The steady pace he created, forcing his way in deep.

Oh so very deep.

Us together right now was pure insanity and I fully embraced this desperate need. That was the only way to describe what I was experiencing.

The next morning, I shifted sluggishly, searching for comfort and an unfamiliar feeling caused my body to tense with alarm. I was not alone, which brought back flashes and memories of Ezren. The last one being of him capturing one of many orgasms with his mouth, muffling the sound of his name as I praised him through my last one.

Shit, I did that.

Wedid that.

And here we were, still tangled together on the sectional where our second, third, hell fourth, round took place.

As carefully as possible, I removed myself from the sofa and him and went on a scavenger hunt to find my clothes using the memories of last night to determine their location.

I quickly dressed then glanced over my shoulder at Ezren who was still completely naked. All of his glory on display. Smooth brown skin, a beautiful display of ink and muscles.

He was truly noteworthy. I turned to study him further, taking in the serene look on his face. He was completely atpeace. I grinned, allowing my teeth to sink into my lip, knowing I played a role in his peaceful existence. The reminder had my eyes tracking just past his waist, down his thighs, and…

Aw, there it is.

I tensed as my weight shifted from one foot to the other, the soreness between my thighs very present and very real, but unfortunately, I had work to do. It was Monday morning and I had to complete what was left of cleaning this house, so I could get paid.