EroticReverie

Ezra 

I cleaned her up and put her to bed hours ago. Her body work out and exhausted by the orgasms I lost track of . 

I’m sitting in the dark near the floor to ceiling windows downstairs, looking out over the city. 

I hear her moving around, hear her coming down the steps. Even at night with all the lights off in the place , the city lights light up the space plenty, even all the way up here on the top floor. 

She walks over , in front of me. I smile at the outline of her against the view in front of me. Making the view a million times better. 

“You should be in bed.” I say and she turns her head. 

“So should you.” She says and then turns and walks over and lifts her satin robe and climbs herself onto my lap. 

“What are you thinking about ?” She asks just sitting on my thighs, her hands coming to my bare chest and sliding up and down a little u til she slides them onto my shoulders and up towards my neck. 

“You.” I answer her. 

“What else?” She asks. 

“Just you.” I say and she bites her lip. 

“Okay then, what about me?” She asks and I take a deep breath and watch her as she gently slides one hand behind my neck and lets her fingers slip into my hair and she scratches my scalp gently and cocks her head. 

“How beautiful you are.” I say and she licks her lips. 

“What else?” She asks and then dips her head to the side and kisses on my neck. I close my eyes and exhale. 

“Fucking you.” I say with a groan. 

“What else?” She asks in a whisper and runs her nose along my neck to my ear. 

“Choking you.” I answer. 

“What else?” She breathes against my ear and slides further into my lap. 

“That I’ll never get enough of you.” I say and my hands go to her waist and then to her hips and down her thighs and I push her short silk robe up her skin and let my hands grabs her hips again. My fingers skimming the black panties I put her in before bed. 

“What do you do for a living?” She asks and I groan. 

“Not this again.” I exhale and she kisses my neck. 

“Tell me” she whispers. 

“I was born into money. My parents left me enough for me to have a hundred children and take care of them and their hundred children and their children, and theirs.” I say. Which isn’t a lie. But also isn’t the truth. 

“Your parents , are they…” she trails and sits up straight and looks at me. 

“Dead?” I ask. She blinks and then shrugs. 

“Yes.” I answer and she chews her lip. 

“And…did you…get along them with them?” She asks. 

“Are you asking me if I’m sad about them being dead?” I ask. 

Another shrug. 

“I grieved my mother.” I say. 

“Your dad?” She asks. I shake my head slowly and look at her. 

“Why?” She asks. 

“That’s enough for now.” I say and grab her hands and go to move. 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” She asks. 

“Because my past and my life isn’t important. And I don’t answer to whores.” I say. 

She smacks me. I close my eyes and then open them. Her lips pursed. Glaring at me. 

“That feel good?” I ask. 

“Fuck you.” She seethes. 

I just smirk at her. 

“Take my cock out and get me hard.” I say. 

“Screw you” she pushes up and I let her. She stomps off , bare feet slapping against the floor and up the stairs and I just sit there and stare back out at the city. 

——

When I get into bed an hour later , she’s asleep. I turn and slip my arm around her and pull her to me. Waking her up in the process. She mutters something that sounds like “fuck you asshole” but lets me hold her against me as I spoon her. She squirms slightly and then lets out a sigh. 

She turns in my arms and faces me and I look at her as she looks back at me. 

“This won’t work if I’m actually just a whore to you.” She says. 

“Go to sleep.” I say softly.

“No, I mean it.  Listen,as much as I’m ashamed and probably fucked up for it. I’ve enjoyed everything so far. But I don’t want just this. I’m not…a whore. I have feelings. I’m a human being. I want to keep doing , whatever it is we’re doing, but I’m not made for ONLY this.”

“I moved you into my god damn apartment Lyla.”  I say. 

“So? I don’t know how many other women you’ve kept here. Or how long I’m even going to be here.”

“None. And until the day you die.” I say and she blinks. 

“I’ve never kept another woman here. Or anywhere else for that matter. I don’t bring whores into my fucking home. And YOU, will be here till the day you fucking die.”

“If that’s you trying to be romantic. You suck.” She says and I smile at her softly. 

“It’s fine if you don’t like to talk about stuff. But I need you to know you Ezra. Life changing sex isn’t enough for me.” She says. 

“Life changing hmm?” I ask as I lift my hand and sweep a few strands of hair from her necks then tuck some behind her ear. 

“Shut up.” She huffs. 

“That’s my line.” I say and she rolls her eyes and fights a small smile. 

“You can keep me. But only if you promise me more than sex.” She says.

“Promised you a baby , didn’t I?” I ask. 

She heaves an annoyed sigh. 

“What? You want a ring? We’ll go get one tomorrow.” I say and she shoves at me. 

“I’m gonna go sleep in the guest b-“ she yelps as I snatch her back as she tries to leave. 

“You. Sleep with me. You. Stay with me. You. Belong. to me.” I whisper in her ear with her back to my chest. 

“Be fucking patient.” I whisper. 

“I’ll give you whatever you want. But you need to be fucking patient with me.” I say. She nods. 

“Okay” she says softly. 

“Does this mean I’m not just a whore to you?” She asks. 

“I couldn’t tell you the names of most  of the women I’ve slept with. But I can tell you the way you looked a month ago, leaning over that ledge. I can tell you how every fucking strand of hair was placed on your head. The way that blue dress hugged your ass and every curve. I can tell you exactly how you smelled , from your shampoo, to your hair, to your cunt” I say and her breath hitches. 

“I can tell you that when I left that rooftop, I didn’t forget your fucking name like the rest of them. Instead it played in my head, your voice , saying your name, over and fucking over in my head. Playing your moans. Your whimpers.”

“I thought of you too fucking much. All night. Then I had you in the elevator. Thinking I’d fuck you again, forget about you. But that was a fucking lie. Because I just wanted even more of you.” I whisper and kiss her shoulder. 

“So no. You’re not just my whore. I thought I made that clear by cutting off that bastards fingers, and then moving you in here. 

“You’re not just my whore. You’re fucking mine. Period. 

“You’ll be everything. Is that what you want to hear baby?” I whisper in her ear and kiss her neck.  She nods and whimpers. 

“I’ll get you a ring tomorrow.” I say and kiss her shoulder. 

“I don’t..need you to get me a ring”

“Shut up” I whisper and bite her shoulder gently. 

“Just a ring …or..” 

“Fuck baby, are you pretending or are you actually this stupid?” I growl and she jerks her shoulder and turns and glares at me. 

“Dont be mean to me. You were being nice. And now you ruined it” she hisses softly. 

“I’m not fucking stupid.” She says and I sigh. 

“Apologize to me” she says and crosses her arms and i feel my lips pull upward. 

“I’m sorry Lyla.” I say and she blinks. Clearly not expecting me to do as she says or apologize to her. 

“Now kiss me and say it again.” She says and I smile and lean over her and slide my hand over her throat. Her chest heaving with a breath and I grin , but I don’t grab her throat , I gently take her jaw in my hand and lean in and kiss her mouth. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart” I say softly on her mouth and go to pull back. Her hand reaching up. 

“Get back here.” She breathes and I smile as she pulls me back to her mouth. 

I groan softly on her mouth as her hand slides down and cups my dick through my boxers. 

“Want that baby?” I ask her. 

She nods and grips my cock through the fabric and strokes it. 

“If I fuck you, it’s gonna be slow, I want to enjoy you, fucking feel you” I whisper and she nods. 

“I’m not going to fuck you like a whore” I tell her and she whimpers. 

“I’m gonna show you just what you are to me” I whisper and she nods with a moan and kisses me as I shift and starts to push down my boxers. 

“I’m gonna fuck you slow , so fucking slow” I groan as she spreads her legs and push the boxers off my ankles and then get between her legs. Reaching down and removing the tampon and tossing it across the room and then grabbing my cock and rubbing it up and down between her pussy lips. 

“Do you need me to lick your pussy or are you ready for me baby?” I ask and she moans .

“Ready” she exhales and she looks down and bites her lip as I work myself into her. Groaning as she gasps and her eyes lift to mine. 

“What are you Lyla?” I ask as I sink into her. 

“E-everything” she stammers and whimpers as I slide deeper. 

“Good girl” I whisper and thrust slowly. Leaning down I place a kiss on her forehead and then her temple. Her cheek. Her mouth.  Thrusting in and out of her slowly. Feeling her take me in and out like I belong inside of her, and I make love to a woman for the first time ever.