Ezekiel's Passion

by Bailey West

  “Mommy, can I ride with my Zeke?” BJ was holding both of our hands.

  “Baby, you have to ride in your car seat. Zeke doesn’t have a car seat in his car.”

  BJ pouted.

  “Your mom will follow right behind me in the car. When we get to the restaurant, we will sit together, okay?” I was trying to figure out what to say so he wouldn’t be so sad.

  “Okay,” he smiled.

  Zora followed me to a small Italian restaurant. Paxton knew the owner and told me that the food was fresh and good. After we parked, I walked to her car and opened her door then went to get BJ out of the back seat.

  BJ grabbed my hand and used his other hand to hold Zora’s hand.

  We walked into the restaurant. The hostess smiled and directed us to our table. BJ didn’t let go of either of our hands until I had to pick him up to put him in the booster seat.

  The hostess gave BJ a coloring page and some crayons. BJ busied himself with the coloring paper while Zora and I looked over the menu.

  “BJ, would you like spaghetti and meatballs?” He nodded without looking up from his coloring page. “I think I am going to have that also. What about you, Zora?”

  “I want the eggplant parmigiana.”

  The waitress came and took our order.

  “The kickball game was fun,” I started the conversation once the waitress left with our orders.

  “I try to find fun things to do to stay active. I can’t get to the gym like I want to because of my schedule.”

  “You are always welcome to come to my house and use my gym. That way BJ can hang out with me while you work out.”

  She pulled out her phone and started typing. I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down and saw a text from her.

  You’re just trying to see me in my workout clothes. - Zora

  I smiled and typed out my response. She smiled when her phone chirped indicating she received my response.

  Only if you want me to see. I’m more interested in what’s underneath.

  She typed out her response and looked at me with squinted eyes.

  Underneath? – Zora

  I responded and smiled.

  Yeah. Your heart. Wait…what did you think I was talking about? You nasty.

  She busted out laughing after she read it.

  “What’s funny mommy?” BJ looked at Zora confused.

  “Nothing baby. I was just thinking about something funny that happened,” she chuckled and looked at me. I smirked and gave BJ my attention.

  Our food was delivered to our table. I showed BJ how to use the spoon and fork to collect the spaghetti noodles. He picked up on the concept quickly but decided it was too much work.

  The food was delicious.

  The waitress came out with the dessert tray.

  “What do you want for desert BJ?’

  He looked at his mom. She nodded her approval.

  “Banana pudding please.”

  “He’s so polite,” the waitress commented.

  “Thank you,” BJ replied.

  Our desserts came. It tasted almost as good as my mother’s banana pudding.

  I had so much fun hanging out with BJ and Zora. I’ve been on a lot of dates, once they were over, I was glad they were over. I didn’t want this one to end.

  The waitress brought the bill.

  “Thank you for dinner, Zeke. Can I pay the tip?”

  Zora reached for the bill. I grabbed it before she could take it.

  “No! I asked you to dinner. Why would you need to pay anything?”

  I have never been out with a woman that offered to pay anything.

  “I don’t mind. It’s my way of saying thank you.”

  “I understand English. I heard you say it. You’re welcome.”

  She smiled.

  I paid the check, and we left the restaurant.

  I carried BJ and followed Zora to her car. I opened the back door, and BJ climbed into his seat. Zora adjusted his straps. I leaned back in to speak to him.

  “Thanks for having dinner with me, BJ. I enjoyed you and your mom’s company.”

  His little arms reached up to pull me in for a hug. I kissed his cheek.

  “You’re welcome, Zeke. I will call you tomorrow, okay?”

  “Okay, man. I will talk to you tomorrow.”

  I got out of the car and closed the door. I smiled at Zora.

  “Thank you again for dinner, Zeke.”

  Zora opened her arms for a hug. I pulled her into me.

  I wrapped my arms tightly around her as she melted into my frame. I inhaled her scent and moaned inwardly. I placed a light kiss on her neck before I released her. I smiled. She returned my smile. I moved to open her car door.

  “Get home safe, Zora.”

  “You too, Zeke.”

  I closed her door after she got in the car. I stood with my hands in my pockets as she and BJ drove away.

  Are you home?

  I hit the send button on the text I had just typed out. I sat eagerly waiting for the response to come. I had never done anything like this before. I found myself headed this direction before I could stop or talk myself out of it. I don’t fully understand what led me here, but it was harder to fight it, so I just went with what felt right. This feels right.

  What if you get rejected? What if the return text never comes? I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head. I would have to deal with that when it comes because all I know is that right now, there is no other place that I want to be. I tried going home. I tried calling someone that would open wide for me. I don’t want any of that I want this, now.

  Yes, we made it home. – Zora

  Is BJ sleep?

  He’s out like a light. Lol – Zora

  I forgot something. Can you come to the door?

  My door? You’re here? – Zora

  Yes.

  I got out of my car and walked to her front door. I saw her look out the window before she opened the door.

  “What did you forget?” She whispered when she opened the door.

  “This…”

  I pulled her into my arms and claimed her lips. I was not prepared for the raw, intense feelings that flooded my system as soon as my lips touched hers. I pulled her in closer using her body to hold myself up under the weight of the electricity that was coursing through my veins. My tongue demanded entry into her mouth immediately, and she obliged. I moved her into her house and closed the door behind me.

  “I’m here to relieve you of your backup problem. Are you ready?”

  Zora

  I nodded my head as I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I was more than ready. I’d been anticipating this moment since we talked about it at his house. I pulled him into my room and closed and locked the door. I pushed him up against my bedroom door and started to pull his shirt over his head. He pulled me into him by my waist. He used his other hand to stop me from removing his shirt.

  “Slow down, Z.”

  He reached up and undid my bun allowing my hair to fall to my shoulders. He had already released his hair from the bun he had it in earlier. I’d never seen him in person with it down. He is sexy as hell.

  He yanked my head back using my hair and peppered my neck with licks and kisses. He lingered in the areas that caused me to moan. He kissed his way up my neck and forcefully pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. He pulled away.

  He walked around me and sat on the bench at the foot of my bed.

  “Undress.”

  The masculine rumble of his voice sent a chill through my body and made my sex clench.

  He took off his t-shirt exposing his beautiful bare chest.

  I put my thumbs in the waistband of my leggings to pull them down.

  “Slower,” he grunted as his golden eyes penetrated me.

  I moved slower and shimmied out of my pants. I stood in front of him in my sports bra and my black thongs.

  He toed off his shoes and then pulled down his pants and underwear at the
same time. He sat back down. My mouth watered as he used his massive hand to stroke the entire length of his engorged member. It is the prettiest thing I have ever seen. It’s long with thick veins running the length of it and a perfect mushroom head. I licked my lips as I watched him stroke it. It seemed to grow longer with each stroke of his hand. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

  I pulled my sports bra over my head and discarded it beside me. I put my finger in my mouth and used that finger to massage my already hard nipples. He licked his lips while watching me. I moved my hand slowly down my stomach until my fingers disappeared into my underwear.

  I threw my head back enjoying the feeling of my finger finding all the moisture that had pooled in my center.

  When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me. He took my hand and put my fingers into his mouth. He licked each one clean while looking into my eyes.

  He led me to my bed directing me onto my back while climbing on top of me. He softly kissed my lips before he started a journey of kisses down my body.

  I moaned my pleasure with every lick and kiss as he made his way to my center. I opened my legs wider to accommodate him. He parted my folds and lightly flicked his tongue over my bud. He looked up at me, smiled and then did it again. I like to watch when I am being pleasured. I arched my back to offer myself to him completely. He grabbed my behind in both hands and lifted me slightly off the bed. I watched him feast on me like I was a meal prepared by a five-star chef. He licked and sucked like a skilled lover. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been so long or because of his skill level, but it didn’t take very long for me to yell out some gibberish as an orgasm blasted through my body.

  He kissed my inner thighs until my body stopped shaking. He lightly blew on my bud before he went back in, licking, kissing and sucking. I wanted to tell him that I am a one orgasm girl. There is no way that I can have another one. I figured after he saw that I wasn’t going to come anymore he would stop. However, as soon as he flattened his tongue and licked, I thought I was going to lose my mind! I looked down at him preparing to ask, “What are you doing to me?” My words stalled in my mind because the only thing that was coming out of my mouth was every expletive I’ve ever known. I was about to come again! I wanted to yell out at the top of my lungs, but I had to remember that my son was down the hall.

  “Zeke,” I said breathlessly as I ascended into the stratosphere. I think the only things on my bed were the top of my head and the heels of my feet. The second one was more intense than the first one. This has never happened to me.

  I came down trying to calm down by breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

  He was back to kissing the insides of my thighs. I looked down at him and locked eyes with him.

  He smiled while he peppered kisses back up my body. He stopped when we were face to face.

  “You taste so sweet, Z.”

  “Let me taste,” I responded by closing the space between us and capturing his mouth. He opened for my tongue while I kissed him. I pulled away and sucked each of his lips individually. He moaned as I sucked his lips. “You’re right, I do taste sweet.”

  He growled as he pulled back onto his haunches. He reached behind him to retrieve the condom packages he left on the bench at the foot of my bed.

  I watched him as he ripped the package open and sheathed his beautiful member. He crawled towards me on his hands and knees. The movements of his long arms and toned shoulders reminded me of a cheetah that was appraising its prey. I was nervous, anxious and excited all at the same time. I could smell his cologne mixed with my natural scent. I was so turned on. He positioned himself at my opening and slowly pushed himself inside of me inch by inch. I opened to accommodate him as I much as could. He knew it had been a while for me, so he took his time. Each inch felt better than the last. He filled me completely then he paused. He didn’t move. Instead, he kissed me. He kissed me like he was making love to my mouth. I moaned my pleasure, then he started to slowly stroke while making eye contact with me. I matched his rhythm while caressing his back.

  “Damn, Z. Your pussy is so tight and wet.” His strokes became faster and harder.

  “No, you’re not getting me.” He pulled out. “Turn over.”

  I quickly turned and got on my hands and knees. He forcefully entered me again. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me. I always thought that achieving an orgasm through penetration was impossible. I thought that those women that said that they’d had an orgasm during intercourse were either lying or didn’t know what an orgasm was. I felt like that because it had never happened to me. However, with each forceful stroke, I feel my body being worked into another orgasm. I don’t know what to do or how to react. I’m so used to getting mine in the beginning and then helping him get his. I gripped the flat sheet on my bed because I knew I needed to stabilize myself for what was about to happen.

  He used both of his hands to push my back down right at the top of my butt and created an arch in my back that caused him to hit places that have never been touched.

  That’s it! I’m coming, and I’m coming hard. I started to convulse. I wanted to breathe, I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to pump my fist in the air, but I couldn’t do any of those things. Instead, I held onto my sheets for dear life as another orgasm blasted through my body.

  I felt Ezekiel’s fingers dig into my hips as his grip tightened on them.

  “It’s like a vice grip in here when you bust…,” were all the words he got out before he stroked a couple more times then, growled and collapsed on my back which caused me to collapse onto my stomach. We laid there spent for minutes before he moved off me so that I could breathe. Honestly, if I had stopped breathing, I would die a very happy and satisfied woman.

  After taking a few moments to gain his composure, he rolled on his side and pulled my back into his chest.

  8

  I was holding Zora trying to play it cool, but this was the most intense experience I’ve ever had. As soon as I was inside of her, I thought to myself, “This was a bad idea. Now it’s official, I’ve fallen.” As soon as I started moving, I felt like I was about to come. A slight panic set in which caused me to switch positions. The second position wasn’t much better as far as controlling what I was feeling but at least I wasn’t staring into her beautiful, intoxicating blue eyes. She likes to watch which turns me on. It shows a level of confidence that most women I have been with don’t have.

  I should be getting up to take off this condom, but I don’t want to let her go. It feels like she is grounding me. Like, if I let her go, I’m going to float away. That’s just how intense this experience was. I would like to say that it’s because my last few experiences have not been good ones, but I would be lying. It was spectacular because of Zora. Our connection, our chemistry, and our friendship are what made this spectacular. I want to take her again. I want to experience everything with her all over again.

  I need to get up and take care of this condom, but I swear I can’t let her go. I don’t want to let go.

  She moved to get out of the bed.

  “Don’t move,” she whispered as she slowly got up. I watched her as she went into her bathroom. She came back out with two towels and climbed back onto the bed. She skillfully removed the condom and tied it into a knot. She carried it to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush. She came back to the bed. Using the warm towel, she wiped me clean and then dried me off with another towel. She took both towels back to the bathroom and then climbed back in bed with me. I pulled her close again and dosed off.

  I didn’t intend to stay sleep so long. I was trying to get my strength back so that I could drive home. I knew that I had been asleep for a while because the sun was starting to come up. I have never been comfortable enough with a woman to spend the night with her. Usually, after we do our thing, either she has to go, or I leave. Not with Zora, though. I couldn’t leave. I didn’t want to leave. I needed to stay. I needed to keep her close to me.
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  “Hey,” I softly said as I ran my finger across her cheek.

  “Hey,” she softly replied.

  “I probably should go before BJ wakes up, right?”

  I wish I didn’t have to leave, but I can’t have him find me naked in his mom’s bed.

  “Yeah, I guess so, but I don’t want you to.”

  “I don’t want to leave either.” I can’t believe those words came out of my mouth. They did, and I meant it.

  She climbed on top of me into a straddled position.

  “Look what I found,” she showed me the other condom that I had taken out last night. I had every intention of using it, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. “We have to use it before you leave. It’s a rule.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yes, if you take it out, you have to use it.”

  “Is that right?” I asked while rubbing my hands across her thighs.

  She looked so sexy with her hair all messy and no makeup.

  She ripped the package open. She looked down at my erection and said, “See, he thinks we should use it too.”

  She moved down my body and situated herself so that she could sheath me with the condom. She spat on my cock and then used her small hand to spread the moisture down the length before she covered it with the condom. She positioned herself over my erection and slid down slowly until I was buried deep inside her. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of her warmth and moisture.

  She started to move her hips slow at first then she picked up the pace. I assisted her by holding on to her hips and applying more pressure. She pumped up and down with wild abandonment until I couldn’t hold on. I could feel her walls pulsating around me and then the constrictions became longer and tighter. I knew she was coming. I flipped her onto her back. I put her legs on my shoulders and pounded into her.

  “Zeke,” hearing my name come from her caused my own explosion to occur.

  “Damn, Z,” I panted as I avoided falling on top of her this time.

  I held on to her again until I felt enough strength to get up from the bed and go to the restroom.