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Chapter One - Morgan

 It’s that signature smile Ezra has that every girl is so fond of, well that and his features, his personality and did I mention his smile? ‘The Heartthrob of Hembrooke’ they call him and I agree. I love him, always have and always will. I lean in and press my lips softly to his stubbled cheek. His baby blue eyes twinkle in surprise. He was too busy listening to the professor to even notice I was basking in his glow once again.

      “What was that for?” He asks looking at me with his magnificent eyes. I study him yet again. His olive skin lit from the sun’s glow obtruding through the window looks so touchable which is exactly what I did. I run my fingertips across his cheek for some reason. He takes my hand into his and kisses it.

      “Are you okay, love?” He whispers. I nod slowly. I begin to think of his meaning in my life and what he has done for me… which is everything. Therefore I owe him everything. I can’t go into the depth I owe him now but it makes me even more grateful to have him. I lean in once again and kiss him, this time on the lips. They are just as soft as this morning. He lets the kiss linger for a moment and I swear I heard a quiet groan come up from his chest. I release the kiss but our noses are still touching.

      “I love you, Ezra Monroe.” I murmur, the full force of my words causes him to twitch.

      “I love you too, Morgan Monroe.” He replies with a sly smile. I giggle and lean back into my seat satisfied with our romantic moment. His fingers entangle with mine and we remain that way throughout the rest of the class.

 

      When the professor releases us Ezra walks me to my next class hand in hand. On our way there the constant pair of eyes on us continues. I’m not used to it as yet but Ezra is completely unaware to the fact that every female wants to kidnap him for their own. Even my best friend makes sex comments about him once in a while. Yes, I know he loves me too much to ever cheat but still.

      Ezra walks me to my seat and gives me a long reassuring kiss before he leaves. Just as I take my seat, Katie, my best friend walks in.

      “Hey doll. How’s life on the high?” She asks and plops onto the chair next to me. She means if I’m enjoying my time with Ezra, completely oblivious to the real world.

       I nod. “It’s like I’m constantly on a marijuana high.” I say fluttering my fingers in the air. She laughs as do I. The professor walks in seconds later, her briefcase firmly in her grip and her well pressed skirt suit ready to work. Following behind her a guy walks in.

      “Dear God.” Katie whispers and bites her knuckles. The entire female species all stop to look at him, including the professor. He has baseball cap on so it’s hard for me to make out his face but his body is impeccable. A tall, slim, well-built body. To sum it all up he has the body of a god. I quickly snap myself out of it. I have my own god like BOYFRIEND willing and waiting for me. Just then he takes off his hat, ruffles his curly brown hair and scans the room with a light smile on his pink lips. His eyes land on mine and stay there. A deep dark brown stares into my light green hazel. I quickly divert my gaze but his image is stuck in my head. A beautiful lightly tanned complexion with a chiseled jaw that a porn star would most likely run their tongue across. This is going to be hard.

      “Watch out Ezra.” Katie seethes clearly noticing the heat between us. I sink myself into my seat and wait for the class to be over with.

      Ezra is waiting at the door when we get out. His hands snake around my waist and he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. It gets my mind off of a certain someone. Katie clears her throat behind us.

      “You guys need to get a room.” She announces.

      “Yea!” Creen shouts as he jogs up the hallway. He pecks Katie on the lips before pressing his cheek to mine. “I’m sorry I’m late, baby. I had to grab something from my locker before we leave.”

      “It’s fine. Although you missed the little scene that happened in history.” I shoot her a look. “If looks could kill I’d be dead.” She sticks her tongue out at me.

      “What happened in history?” Ezra asks.

      “Nothing.” I reply instantly. He crinkles his eyebrow at me. I can tell he wants to know more but he lets it go.

      “Shall we?” Creen asks politely. His arms strings around Katie’s neck and I entwine Ezra’s fingers with mine. Creen and Katie leave us when we reach the parking lot. I caught a ride with Ezra today so I leave with him.

      “Where are we headed?” I ask as he starts the car.

      “Home, why did you have plans?” He replies.

      “No, just asking. Home is good.”

       I go straight to the bathroom when we arrive to the apartment. I look at myself in the mirror for a moment. My cheeks are a bright shade of red and my usually ale skin is full of cover. My long chestnut hair cascades my small frame and over my average sized bust. I wash my hands and face just for the hell of it but in reality I am trying to get the god like boy’s image from my head. I feel dirty for thinking of him like that and maybe taking a shower will help.

      I strip down to my naked form and climb into the shower. The shower is quick but it takes my mind off of Zeus, my new found nickname for the boy from history. I am quick to dry myself off and to blow dry my hair. I wrap a towel around me before leaving the bathroom.

      Ezra is waiting for me in the bedroom. I don’t speak to him because there’s nothing to say. A part from the fact that he is shirtless he just nonchalantly watches TV. As I pull the drawer open which contains my underwear I hear him get up. He walks behind of me and stops. His hot breath on my neck causes me to shiver. I feel his fingers run along my arm and his soft lips presses to my shoulder. He works his kisses up to the spot behind my ear. By now my breathing is hitched and my body is hot and yearning for him. His other hand rests on my hip and turns me around. I don’t have time to react to his erection pressing on my stomach because his lips are suddenly on mine. His fingers bury in my hair as he pulls me closer. I moan softly from the intensity but subtleness of his movements. At that moment I’m back on my marijuana high and I NEED Ezra now. My kisses grow stronger and eager as I drop my towel. He groans and begins to walk backward taking me with him. I try to unbuckle his belt as we continue towards the bed. Once its unhooked I take his pants into my hand and push them downward taking his boxers with them. His long erection springs into my hands and I gently stroke him.

      He releases the kiss and pushes me back onto the bed.

      “I want you.” He whispers. His lips find mine once more while his soft hands roam my body. The feeling is immeasurable. I can already feel myself climbing the peak of pleasure. Wrapping my arms around his neck I press my body to his eager for the climax to begin. His fingers make their way to my womanhood as he begins to gently stroke it. I moan in his neck a thrust my hips upward ushering him to continue but he doesn’t. He reaches to the bedside table and produces a foil wrapper. Hastily he covers himself with the condom.

      “I need you Ezra.” I whimper as he rubs his erection across my vulva. I grab the sheets as he slowly eases himself into me. He rotates his hips and slowly eases out. His body then plunges deep inside of me causing me to squeak in pleasure. He repeats the process slowly, antagonizing me with every move. Our breathing grows faster as he begins to rock his body into me holding me close. I wrap my legs around his lower back to deepen his thrusts and elongate the effect. I push my hips forward to meet his. He kisses me quickly to drown out my screams. The feeling continues and my orgasm grows. I bite and suck on his shoulders as he moves faster inside of me. His long erection makes me feel ever bit of ecstasy he has to offer.

      “Fuck!” He groans. He lifts his body up and grabs the head board. His body pushes even deeper into me causing the bed to constantly hit the wall. The loud slapping of our bodies colliding adds my arousement. I don’t try to muffle my screams. I call his name and scratch at his chiseled chest urging him to move faster. My orgasm grows even bigger and it’s getting even harder for me to hold back.

      “Fuck Ezra!” I call as the orgasmic feeling washes through my body. My orgasm continues as Ezra groans loudly and thrusts his hips wildly until he finds his release. He collapses onto me slowing his breathing. I run my fingers through his dark brown hair until his breath is back to normal.

      I think of the first time I had sex with him. He was gentle and skilled making me wonder how many women has he done this with but he assured me that I was his last. I smiled as he kissed me and eased his way into my virgin walls. It hurt like a bitch but soon after I enjoyed myself as did he. That was a year ago on my nineteenth birthday. He had given me a ride home from the party Katie had thrown for me. I didn’t drink at all although I had seen he had drunken two bottles of beer. He walked me inside because I wanted to introduce him to my dad. My mom was working that night so he was to meet her another time but I knew my dad was home. As we walked in I found my father on the couch with another woman. I began to cry because my mom deserved better than this. My father immediately began to plead with me. He even kicked the woman out butt naked but I didn’t want to listen and I definitely didn't want to be in the house with a cheater. Ezra took me to his place and was very sympathetic. I met his mother that night. Such a friendly woman. Anyways we went to the cabin in the back of the house. He lived there instead of with his parents and younger sister. He explained that I was the first girl he had ever brought home. I laughed and joked about he was the first guy I had ever brought home and we saw the outcome of trying new things. Then I began to cry. He held me for a long while before I kissed him. I was the one who insinuated sex even though he tried to coax me out of it because of what had just happened but I wouldn’t listen. I wanted and have wanted him for a long while and now we had a sacred place to do it.

      “Are you ok?” Ezra asks snapping me from my flash back. He kisses my forehead then lips.

      “I’m fine. Just thinking.” I reply kissing him back.

      “Alright.” He pushes himself onto his elbows and kisses my neck then my collar bone. I exhale deeply as his nose travels to my breast. He grabs my nipple in his mouth and tugs on it.

      “I didn’t get to taste you.” He explains. His hot breath on my breast. “I guess we’ll have to wait.” He climbs off of me leaving me helpless, naked and yearning for him all over again.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.11.2013

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