In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 2) by Love Belvin Read Free Book Online

lower arms pushing my breasts together, and nipples brush against the fine hairs of his broad chest. His focus was dedicated to the process, forehead and eyes relaxed. His shoulders wide, big fingers threading, rounding the rope onto my torso. Here he was. This was him. Ezra without a mask. This was his comfort zone, his organic state—at least one of them. When I was fully bound, I felt his arms above me while his mouth was still on mine, deluding me.
    “Done,” he rasped after withdrawing from my mouth.
    I glanced up and saw the ends of the rope knotted. He was done. My entire upper torso was tied up from the waist to the shoulders with my hands free at chest-level, but wrists immobile.
    Holy fuck!
    This shit was deeper than I thought! Ezra had my ass tied up, helpless to his sexual expertise! But that revelation was late. He kissed me again, taking me into his arms, lifting me into a straddling position, and carried me to the other side of the room. His tongue still danced in my mouth dizzying me.  He pushed my lower legs out until I caught on and stretched them out behind him. I felt my body lowering until my heels hit a cushion. We were on the large dimpled, purple ottoman where he sat with me in his lap.
    Ezra pulled from my mouth and took me at the shoulders, pushing me back toward the floor behind me until my head touched the padded carpet.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered and my eyes squeezed closed at the rush of endorphins from my head being lower than my body and the state of helplessness I was in.
    Ezra peppered my belly with wet kisses between the ropes. And shit! It felt like blissful teasing in between the restricted sections of my flesh. I turned my head and focused on his long leg that was spread out aside me. He even looked damn good in dress shoes. When his mouth made its way below my belly button my spine jolted, but Ezra didn’t slow. He kissed his way to the triangle of my satin thong. The material felt so thin that I could feel the moisture of his mouth on my bare skin. My pelvis began to thrust toward his mouth, my sex needing his oral touch.
    “Stop moving, kitten. I’m coming. I want to relax you,” he informed gently.
    Then his mouth returned, lowering onto my lips. He licked me through the saturated strap of my thong running against my clit. I could feel his wide and heavy tongue on the sides of my labia. I whimpered, tortured and painfully aroused. Then he pushed the material aside and went in full throttle. Ezra didn’t tease me by licking around the target. The tip of his tongue went straight to my throbbing clit and he took long lashes, striking it provokingly. It didn’t take too many strong lashes from his tongue before I exploded in his mouth. My heels dug into the cushion on both sides of him, and I pumped into his face, screaming insanely. My body convulsing wildly, saliva collected in my mouth, and I struggled to swallow as my body lay upside down.
    Then I felt cooling air blowing against my sex. That sensation had my body jerking from the aftershocks of a ravenous orgasm. I knew I had landed from a shattering release, but my body wouldn’t calm. Even in between Ezra blowing into my pussy, I shuddered uncontrollably.
    What the fuck?
    Was I going crazy? Why couldn’t I come down?
    Then I was pulled up and placed on my feet. The movement was quick, but not uncomfortable, furthering my curiosity about just how much experience my husband had at the art of this kinky sex. He positioned my feeble body to face the large square ottoman.
    “I’m going to lay you on your elbows and knees now. Do you understand, kitten?”
    I nodded.
    A quick smack landed on my ass with lighting speed. “While you don’t use many, we use words down here, beloved. I need to be sure you’re with me at every stage of this.” He spoke directly into my ear.
    “Yes, sir,” I corrected, still coming down from that orgasm.
    “Very well.” His intimate proximity didn’t help my landing.
    I felt him