They say that nowadays, love cease to exist. It's just a myth. To which it never existed. That it was just in fairytale. Or in movie's, book but not life.
But Ezra helped me prove them wrong. It not just a myth, it doesn't just happen in a fairytal...
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2 week later
Today is March 23rd.
His birthday.
I can't help but smile. He's still sleeping, though. I decided to let him sleep just a bit longer. I go into his bathroom to brush my teeth, looking in the mirror.
I'm wearing his black T-shirts and just underwear.
Don't judge me. I couldn't comfortable.
His shirt looks like a dress to me; it goes just above my knees. I'm 5'6, and this guy is a fucking giant.
What did his mother feed him when he was a child? Jesus Christ.
After I get done washing my face, I go back to his room. He's still fucking sleeping. I smirk to myself, walking over to the bed. I lightly straddled him, placing a kiss on his lips.
His long, dark lashes flatter open, and a smile forms on his lips. His eyes were slightly hooded.
"Happy birthday; now get up." I say this as he groans. "It's too early." I look over at the clock on his nightstand, which is reading 9:45 a.m. "No it is not." It was me placing my hand on his bare chest.
His toned arms flex underneath my hand.
Oh god, why did you create him to look like this?
I move a bit, trying to get comfortable. He grips the bedsheets, his eyes tightly shut. "Nevaeh, stop moving."
Am I too heavy?
I go to get off over him, but before I can, he grips my thighs, keeping me in there. "Just...stay still, please." He said, his tone deep and rushed.
I felt him swell from beneath me, causing my breath to hitch.
Oh shit
A giggle escaped my lips. "You think it's funny?" He grumble.
Yes-never mind.
"Hmm?" He had a mischievous look about him. Ezra gripped my hips, pressing me into him, causing me to whimper. "Ezra." I said it breathlessly.
God, he feels so good.
"Yes, that's my name." He says, moving my hips forward, a groan escapes his lips. "I need you." Is all he said before crashing his lips into mine.
My breath hitched as his hand slowly trailed around the edge of my panties. Our lips were moving in sync. I felt my body heat up with passion.
He pulled away, but his lips never left me, trailing kisses down my neck. My breath got heavier as he tugged in all the right places. Slowly, his fingers slide under the fabric. I gasped as he slipped into my heat.
"Wet already?" He said it against my neck before moving back to my lips.
My head tilted back in pleasure as his two fingers slipped into me. "Ezra." I moaned as he pumped in and out of me.
