Ezra
My back arched from the bed as his fingers repeatedly stroked my spot. My hands held onto his shoulders whilst his lips pressed kisses to my neck. His soft hair, fluffy from a shower and quickly conditioned by the light clean minty musk that he loved, gently tickled my cheek as he took me to heights even I did not know existed.
I had no idea what had gotten into him but he was gentle with me. He took his time when it was obvious I was long ready for him. He kissed me more than I think he ever had in the five months we had been together. It felt as if he was trying to show me something even I was too blind to see.
Then I thought about what happened today, with Lucy and my heart stopped. Was he using me as a form to get over his pain? A substitute of his grief that she was not carrying his child but another man's. There was no way he could be so distraught this morning and be completely fine with it tonight.
