Ezekiel opened the bedroom door, our lips still locked in a deep kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me effortlessly, one of his hands supporting my weight while the other held me close. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate not to let the moment break. The mansion was eerily quiet, just the two of us, completely alone.
As we stumbled inside, he broke the kiss, gently lowering me onto the edge of the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I reached for him again, trying to reclaim the kiss, needing to feel him close.
Ezekiel leaned down, teasingly brushing his lips against mine, pulling away just as quickly, a hot breath touched my face. His fingers traced slowly over my exposed skin beneath my loose shirt, sending a trail of heat wherever he touched. He tugged the white shirt off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my black bikini.
I bit down on my lower lip, frustration building as he paused, his hands hovering just above my skin. I was desperate for his touch. Sitting up, I knelt on the bed, bringing myself face to face with him as he stood at the edge. I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering against his lips, "Your warmth is what I want."
My tongue lightly flicked across his lips, teasing him, trying to draw him back into the intensity of the moment. I pulled him onto the bed, positioning myself on top of him, our gazes locked. Even through my tipsiness, I could see the desire in his eyes, the silent agreement between us. He wasn't resisting, wasn't pushing me away. He wanted this too.
But then, as if searching for certainty, Ezekiel asked, "Isabella, are you sure you want to—"
Before he could finish, I pressed my fingers gently against his lips, silencing him. My eyes met his, filled with determination. "I know exactly what I want," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him once more.
Our tongues intertwined, the kiss deepened, and I grazed his lower lip with mine, letting my teeth lightly nip at his chin. The closeness between us was electric, and I could feel the growing tension in his body, his desire unmistakable beneath me. For a moment, our eyes locked, a silent exchange passing between us.
Without breaking the gaze, I reached behind my back and began to pull down the strings of my bikini. I didn't want to give him time to rethink or pull away. I knew what I wanted, and I couldn't let hesitation take control. Whether it was my desire to win against my mom or the sheer need to have the man she had once desired, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I couldn't stop.
As I loosened the bra, my chest became exposed, and I felt the cool air brush against my skin. Smiling softly, I placed a hand on Ezekiel's cheek. "We're here to enjoy ourselves," I whispered, my voice low and teasing. "Not to hesitate like this."
Ezekiel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his conflict evident. But I wasn't going to let doubt ruin the moment. I gently guided his hand, placing it on my left breast. His touch was warm, and I let out a soft sigh as my body responded to the heat of his palm.
"Ezekiel," I murmured, leaning into his touch, "just for tonight, forget everything. Let it all go. Just hold me, and let me be in your warmth."
His hand tightened slightly, and I could feel the last threads of his resistance unraveling.
Ezekiel's thumb grazed over my sensitive bud, sending a shiver through my body. The subtle pinch he gave made me moan softly, my body responding to him in ways I couldn't control. His touch was both gentle and commanding, as though he knew exactly how to awaken every nerve in me. His hands moved to my waist, gripping me firmly but tenderly as he pulled me closer.
We sat together for a moment, his chest pressed against mine, my skin tingling with the sensation of his warmth. Then, with a fluid motion, he gently laid me down on the bed, his lips never leaving mine. His kiss deepened, and I melted into it, moaning quietly as his hand cupped my breast, massaging it in slow, rhythmic movements. The warmth from his touch spread through my body like a wildfire, igniting every inch of me. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything before.
When he finally broke the kiss, I gasped for breath, feeling lightheaded from both the intensity and the need I had for him. My body pulsed with desire, a wetness growing between my thighs that made my heart race. Ezekiel's lips traveled from my mouth to my neck, trailing hot, lingering kisses. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of his touch, letting myself get lost in the moment.
His tongue traced the curve of my neck, moving lower until it reached my breasts. When his mouth found my bud, I let out a breathless moan, the sensation of his tongue swirling over me sending a wave of satisfaction coursing through my veins. The way he kissed me there, so softly, so intensely, was unlike anything I had felt before — even more satisfying than anything I'd experienced with my ex-boyfriend.
Ezekiel bit down gently, teasing my sensitive skin. Instead of pain, all I felt was pure pleasure, a sweet ache that spread through me as I arched into him, craving more. It was like a dream, one I never wanted to end.
Ezekiel's hands moved slowly, teasingly, loosening the lace of my panties. The slow pace drove me to the edge of impatience, so I took control, quickly loosening the other side and exposing myself fully to him. My body was ready.
I whispered his name, "Ezekiel," as my fingers traced his chest, desperate for him to understand what I wanted. His deep breath told me he did. I had no shame left, only desire.
With a steady movement, he lowered his pants, and my breath caught in my throat. Seeing him confirmed what I had always thought—that he could give what I had longed for.
That night I was not wrong, he showed heaven to my mom.