𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

24

As I turned off the water, a sense of relief washed over me, only for my headache to pound even harder the moment silence filled the room. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, and I winced. My makeup from last night was smudged, my hair was a tangled mess, and the faint memory of last night’s drinks made me cringe.

I sighed,holding the wall for support as another wave of nausea rolled over me. Great, just what I needed to start my morning. I let out a quiet groan, frustrated with myself for drinking that much. And, of course, Ezekiel had to be around to witness all of it.

As I stood there in silence, fragments of last night began piecing themselves together in my mind. And then, like a lightning strike, I remembered—the kiss.

My cheeks flushed, and I gripped the edge of the sink tighter, my mind replaying the warmth of his lips, the way his hands held me as if I might slip away. The memory was vivid, intoxicating, like the lingering effects of the champagne still coursing through me. I could almost feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, the steady heartbeat that matched my own in those stolen moments.

Why did I let that happen? I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him beyond annoyance, yet here I was, with my heart pounding like it had something to confess. I closed my eyes, trying to push it all away, but the memory clung stubbornly, as if daring me to feel something more.

But knowing he was just outside, I could feel my body beginning to heat up with anticipation. My heart raced as I slowly let my fingers glide over my curves, caressing my soft skin. With each deliberate movement, I pinched my sensitive nipples, feeling an intoxicating rush as I became increasingly aware of the desire pooling within me. I knew I shouldn’t be indulging in such thoughts, but the temptation was too strong to resist.

With a mixture of excitement and longing, I slid my right hand down to my center, rubbing my clit gently. My breath quickened as I closed my eyes, losing myself in a vivid fantasy where it was Ezekiel’s skilled hands that were pleasuring me, bringing me to heights of ecstasy. A soft moan escaped my lips, filling the room with the sound of my desire as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure rolling through me.

As I stood there, teetering on the edge of my climax, the unexpected sound of the door creaking open sent a shockwave of surprise through me. My eyes flew open to see Ezekiel standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of disbelief and desire. The air between us crackled with tension, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

I felt my cheeks flush with heat, both from the embarrassment of being caught and the thrill of his presence. Ezekiel stepped inside, his gaze locked onto mine, his eyes dark with longing. I could see the smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight before him – my breath coming in quick gasps, my hand still teasingly close to my most intimate area.

“Looks like I interrupted something,” he said, his voice low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.

I knew I should feel ashamed, but instead, a wave of boldness washed over me. “Maybe you did,” I replied, my voice steady despite the heat of the moment. “But you could help me finish what I started.”

A grin spread across his face as he closed the distance between us, the air heavy with unspoken desires. With every step he took, I felt the tension building, the anticipation almost tangible. I was ready to abandon all inhibitions and embrace whatever he had in mind.

I dont care if i hate him or i miss him, or maybe both. But right now, looking at him taking off his clothes, i just want him to kneel before me and put his tongue on my pussy.

His broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted, were a sight to behold. The way his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moved, the symmetry of his form that spoke of dedication and strength, it was all etched into my memory like a masterpiece. I couldn't help but remember the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his arms felt around me, enveloping me in a safe, secure embrace.