Chapter 25

Ezra POV

Ezra got up from the kitchen table to dump the contents on his plate into the garbage can, scraping the bits of food into the trash, and then he went over to the sink to wash his plate. He had cooked a small meatloaf, a pot of fresh green beans, cornbread, and strew potatoes. He had only cooked because he was celebrating that he had got the summer job to teach at Hollis. He was excited. He was going to be teaching an English course. He placed his plate in the stainless-steel compact dish rack after he had finished, then he went back over to the table and drank down the last drop of his iced Tea, and then he headed back over to the sink to wash his glass, adding that to the dish rack as well. Then he packed the leftover food away into colorful containers he had gotten for a reasonable price, then he put it away into the refrigerator to have for the next day, he then pulled the store brought apple pie from out the oven and grabbed another plate from the cupboard and a knife and spoon from the kitchen drawer, and then he headed over to the freezer to take down the cylinder shaped tube of Vanilla ice cream, before heading over to sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy his dessert.

He got lost in his thoughts as he cut himself a thick slice of pie and spooned out a chunk of ice cream onto his plate. He hadn't seen Aria in over two weeks. She had been evading school, only showing up to take part of her exams and to present her junior project. He had tried his hardest to be one of her judges when she had presented, but it didn't happen. He had only wanted to get a glimpse of her to see how she was holding up. She also had been avoiding him, and all of her other friends. He could understand her desire wanting to mourn alone with her family and Adam's. He still couldn't believe that Adam was dead. The school had held a memorial service for him. Granted, he hadn't liked him just because he was dating Aria, but he had been an awesome student and a great person all around. A lot of students and teachers had liked him. He had gotten along with everyone. It was very sad that his life had been cut short. He had, had his whole life in front of him. He knew just what Aria and Adam's family were going through.

He wanted to be there for Aria. He wanted to comfort her in her time of need. He didn't want her to hurt alone. He didn't want her to shut down. She needed someone to talk to who wasn't family or related to Adam. It killed him that she was in pain. He had tried calling her many times, but she hadn't been returning any of his calls. He had gotten her cellphone number from Spencer. He had never wanted this. He had wanted Aria to pick him over Adam. He knew that this tragedy would affect his chances with her now. He didn't want her to choose him because Adam was dead now. He didn't want to be the other option. The other guy. He wanted to be the guy she had wanted all along. He wasn't sleeping well. He couldn't when Aria was experiencing this again. First it was her sister Caroline, and now it was Adam. She shouldn't have to go through this again. It wasn't right, or fair. How much could she take before she broke completely down? Until she had a nervous breakdown? He wished that he could take her far away from Rosewood. All he could think about was Aria and her pain. And just wanting to be with her. He just wanted to hold her, to wipe her tears away and kiss her, and to keep the bad nightmares away. If he could bring Adam back, he would. He would do it just for her. He didn't care about his own feelings, but he cared enough for hers. It would be the most selfless thing he had ever done.

Ezra wasn't hungry anymore as he got up and just threw everything into the trash, rubbing his sleep deprived eyes roughly. He tried doing laundry; cleaning and boxing up some stuff to take to the local Goodwill, grading some last minute papers and reports, reading a book, watching a movie, sorting out bills, and taking out the trash, but all that didn't help. It didn't keep his mind off of Aria. He couldn't stop thinking back to that stolen moment in his classroom when he had kissed her. It had been the last time he had talked to her. The sighting in the cafeteria later hadn't counted. She had been with Adam and their group of friends. It had been the last time he had seen Adam alive. He truly regretted treating him the way that he had all because of his jealousy. He had been a jealous prick. The poor guy never knew why Ezra hadn't liked him. That was something he had to live with on his conscious. He had treated Adam terribly outside of class and the poetry club. It was a wonder why he had never reported him. He sure gave him plenty enough reasons to. He shook his head, not wanting to think about his regrets' when it came to Adam, or his death anymore. Talking about it wasn't going to bring him back. It was not worth beating himself up over it. He had been a shitty person to the kid. He had never deserved it.

It had only been a lapse in judgment when he had touched Aria, stroking her fingers with his. When he had kissed her, needing her to respond to him. She hadn't. But, she had been affected. He had felt that much from her. Had seen it like a blind man discovering his sight for the first time. Why hadn't he let go of that piece of paper? Why hadn't he let her leave? Not be subjected to his advances? Why hadn't he just pushed away his desires'? Stayed strong? He had told himself that it wouldn't hurt? That it wouldn't be selfish of him? They had already discussed that mistaken night between them in New Orleans. He had taken a daring risk, asking to be caught so inappropriately with one of his students. Why hadn't he just remained behind his desk? Kept some space between him and her? Why had he let his lust for her overcloud his scenes? Hadn't he learned by now? Apparently not. He wished that she had stopped him. Had pushed him away. Had said no. Had yelled at him. He could just imagine all of the things that had ran through that head of hers. She had probably thought that he was being selfish. That he was trying to confuse her. That he had been trying to come between her and Adam, and that he had been trying to make her want him on purpose. He had told himself that it would just be a small kiss. That it would be innocent. Harmless. He could have sworn that she had wanted him to kiss her. He had heard the delicious sounding deep guttural groan that had torn from out of her throat when his mouth had met hers. She couldn't deny that she wasn't shaken. He was interrupted from his thoughts as he heard a knock at his door.

Ezra peeped through the little peephole on his door, and then he stood back and let Aria in without saying a word, his eyes roaming over her, before he looked back up into her face. She had come. He couldn't believe that she was actually standing in front of him. He had been thinking that he would be the last person that she would want to see. He couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips, feeling happy about her unexpected appearance. Even after everything that had happened, she still managed to look even more beautiful to him. He thought that was crazy because her long dark luscious hair was in a messy braid going to the left side of her face and fell just below her breast, her naturally pale face was devoid of all make-up and she had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep, she had on an all too big shirt, had on a pair of loose fitted jeans that were torn at the knees, and a pair of ratty looking flip flops were on her feet. Her toenails were painted a grayish black just like her fingernails. Even when she dressed less attractive he still found her lovely. He would always find her gorgeous.

He chided himself for staring, but she didn't seem to mind, her mouth lifting up into a shy smile, before she nipped her bottom lip. She couldn't seem to stop moving her hands as she kept on wringing them out, and then she started fumbling with the strap of her purse. Why was he still staring at her? Why were they just standing there gazing at one another? She released a shaky breath, before she looked at him with uncertainty, not knowing if he wanted her there. He led her over to the front room, moving old newspapers, coffee mugs, and shoes out of the way, before gesturing with his hand towards the couch. She took off her purse and placed it on his coffee table, and then she sat down on the lumpy love seat he had gotten at an auction. He sat down beside her, moving over to the edge to give her some space, but she scooted closer to him, before turning her body sideways to face him. She smelled strongly of flowers and winterfresh gum.

"Aria, I'm really sorry about Adam," Ezra said gingerly, offering her his condolences. He didn't know what else to say or do. He knew that she was hurting. He felt it. He knew that she had loved him. He had never quite understood it, but she had. He hated that she was in any type of pain. He wished that he could absorb every bit of pain that she was feeling. He knew what it was like to lose people you cared about. Yeah, the hurt would soon fade, but the memory would always be there. "I knew that you loved him. He died in such a senseless way. All because of someone else's greed".

He felt angry just thinking about how someone could commit such a despicable crime without a conscious. There really were evil people in the world. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Adam had died. He hated that the person responsible wasn't caught. He was still out there wandering around likely to do it again. That same person had caused a lot of pain to a lot of people. To someone he cared about. Aria.

"Thanks, but I'm not here to talk about Adam. I'm not ready to talk about his death yet," Aria said quietly, biting on her bottom lip, her voice filled with so many emotions as her big doe like eyes glazed over with tears that she didn't allow to fall.

He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and protect her from everything. To always keep her safe, but he didn't make that move. He didn't know if she wanted him to touch her. The last thing that he wanted was to offend her. To make her uncomfortable. He wasn't going to ruin it.

"Then why are you here?" Ezra asked, just as quietly, before reaching a hand out to tuck a strand of silky hair behind her ear. He wasn't able to resist.

He felt her shudder, but she didn't protest or pull back before his hand dropped back down at his side. What right did he have to touch her? None. Where was his head? She had just loss her boyfriend for god sakes. He really was a senseless bastard. Her terracotta colored eyes flitted down to that same hand, before she spoke.

"I'm here…because I feel safe with you. I know that probably sounds crazy to you," Aria laughed softly, before looking away from him, and then she gazed back into his piercing blue eyes as she chewed on her lower lip somewhat nervously. They had turned a shade darker at her bold admission. "You're a good listener. I really need a friend right now. You know first-hand of what it's like to lose people you love. I found it easy talking to you about what happened to my sister Caroline. I…had never wanted to talk about it until you. You help me to see that her dying wasn't my fault. That I wasn't to blame. I never thanked you for that, but I'm thanking you now".

"You're welcome. Whatever you want, I'm here, Aria," Ezra said in a gentle tone, loving that she was sharing this with him. He then realized that he wanted her, the house, and to be the father to her children. "I'll be whatever you need me to be. You can ask me anything. I'll tell you anything you want to know".

"This is not going to seem right, but I've been wondering this for the longest time, do you really have feelings for me?" Aria asked, her voice almost desperate as her eyes held fast to his as she moved even closer to him, her body molding to his side. "I don't even know why I'm asking you this".

She licked her soft lips to moisten them, before she went back to biting them. He wanted to be those pair of lips. To feel the brush of her velvety tongue. He shook his head, and then he answered her question.

"I meant everything I said to you that day. I would never lie to you, Aria," Ezra said with veracity, mustering every emotion he felt for her into his voice, before running a light finger down her smooth jawline, before brushing his thumb across her bottom lip, hearing as she sucked in a breath, and then he moved his hand away. He had to keep his hands from off of her. But, that will be like telling him not to breathe. "I want you. I never hid that fact from you. I want a real relationship with. I don't care about the consequences' or anyone else's opinions. What matters is how I feel about you. I meant what I said. I'm not just captivated by your beauty Aria. I'm in awe of you".

"You say these things and they sound nice. Sweet even, but I just don't know," Aria said as she bit down harder on her bottom lip, before blowing out a tired breath as she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and wanting to believe him. Her eyes had never looked so conflicted. "But somehow, I believe every word that you're saying. I'm just afraid".

"What are you afraid of?" Ezra asked softly, not wanting to push her too hard, fearing that she might close up. He didn't want that. She was just starting to open up to him about her feelings. "Tell me, what has you afraid?"

She shook her head no, running her hand softly over the pretty afghan on the back of the couch.

"I can't," Aria said as she looked back into his eyes, before looking away again as her eyes roamed over the small apartment.

"Try," Ezra urged gently, bringing her face back to his so that he could gauge her emotions in her eyes.

"It's not that simple," Aria said evenly as she drew her knee up to her chest.

"Yes, it is," Ezra said harshly, challenging her as he kept her face captive in his hand, not giving her the chance to look away again.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I'm scared of my feelings for you. I've always liked you," Aria spoke in a whisper, her eyes fluttering close briefly, before she opened them back up again. "I don't trust my head or my heart when it comes to you. I fear that if I open up to you again, that I'll get hurt again. I don't want to be filled with anger anymore".

He didn't say anything. He just let her talk, knowing that she had more to say to him.

"When you left, I wasn't just angry. I was hurt," Aria confessed as she rubbed at her eyes, still refusing to allow her tears to fall. "I thought that I had everything under control, but you used me. And it was all to get what you wanted. I was stupid thinking that I could seduce you and tease you. You had me fooled".

He still didn't speak, still knowing that she had more to say. She needed to get this off of her chest. She needed him to listen. And, he was going to give her that.

"I never had a choice once you started to play," Aria said with bitterness as her eyes continued to hold his, before she moved his hand from her face. "Why did you leave? Was it to get away from me? Was I becoming too clingy? Too desperate? Too bold? Or did you just get sick of me? Was the thrill of fucking someone half your age gone? I never wanted an explanation from you, but now I do. Why did you leave town? I was so furious and hurt by what you did. Of how you just took off. You didn't call. You didn't let me know anything. I knew that we weren't anything to each other, but you were a cold bastard. I hated you for so long?"

"I didn't leave because of you. I didn't leave town to get away from you. How could you think that? You have it all wrong," Ezra said frustratingly, hating that she had gotten the wrong misconception.

God, he was an idiot.

"Then please explain it to me," Aria said angrily, as her eyes ran over his facial features, seeing the obvious hate directed at himself.

"I left because of me. It had nothing to do with you, Aria. I was losing it. Jamiee had just broken up with me. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was a wreck. I had to get away. I had so many things going on. I had to find myself and think," Ezra explained profoundly, not trying to justify what he had done. "Then there was the situation with you. I was sleeping with a student. Something that I shouldn't have been doing. It was so wrong, being that I'm your teacher and that you're underage. There was an attraction between me and you that shouldn't have happened. We were inappropriate with each other from the start. I was catching feelings for you. Feelings that I couldn't understand. It was affecting me in major ways. I couldn't teach. Sleep. I was drinking heavily. All I could ever think about was you. You were always on my mind. I couldn't get you out of my head. Out of my system. I always wanted to touch you. To have sex with you. You didn't seduce me, Aria. I'm a grown man. I make my own choices. I allowed myself to be seduced. And why not, you're beautiful, young, and special".

She didn't say anything. She just climbed into his lap, straddling him, her knees on either side of him, letting him explain some more. His emotions were just as raw in his voice as he continued on, not touching her, or holding her.

"It was wrong of me to leave the way that I did. It wasn't right. I should have left you a note, or called you. That was my stupidity," Ezra said with self-blame filling his voice. "There was a teacher's conference that was for six weeks, and I just jumped at the opportunity. It was heartless of me. And, it was very selfish. I didn't care. I wasn't thinking about you, Aria. I wasn't thinking about your feelings. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you," Aria said freely without hesitation, her eyes searching into his, her hands gripping both of his broad shoulders.

"Say it again," Ezra said with a half laugh, not able to believe his ears.

"I forgive you. Life is too short. I'm sick of holding this against you," Aria said, allowing herself to smile.

It wasn't big. It was a small smile. It was right. It was a start. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to act on his impulses. To feel her lips against his. So hot and moist. His kiss was agonizingly slow and mellow. His lips questionably parting her own as he waited for her to pull back from the contact. When she didn't, his tongue freely slid into her opened mouth and she responded back with uncertainty and enthusiasm, her soft tongue colliding with his as he groaned quietly into her mouth. This was different. He had never felt this with her before. The inside of her mouth was so sweet and savory. He groaned again, the deep sound rumbling in his chest. Her silken breasts were pressed against his chest. His pulse was racing. He wanted more from her. He sort more from her, making her gasp and tremble as his kisses became harsh and more demanding against her gaping mouth. He couldn't come up for air if he wanted to. She sat more heavily on his erection, causing a broken moan to leave out of his mouth as he gripped the side of her waist hard. This felt like their first real kiss. Her lack of resistance seemed to reinforce his confidence and he brought his right hand up to caress her cheek tenderly. She was perfect in every way.

She responded by crossing her arms behind his neck, running her delicate fingers through his short hair as she slowly grinded on him. More sounds emitted from out of his mouth as their tongues worked at a very intense, but cautious pace, not wanting to offend the other. He was shaken to his very soul. His left hand left her waist as it came up to work loose the long plait in her hair, before her hair fell around her face. His same hand held back her curtain of messy hair, his fingers gripping the silken locks like it was spun gold, and then his hands ran along the gentle swell of her hips, over the globes of her bottom, cupping and kneading the flesh as she moaned louder into his mouth. She felt soft, warm, and for the moment, she was his. His cock grew bigger from the heat that radiated from her core; a surprising gasp escaping passed their joined lips.

Just as slowly as the moment had begun between them, Ezra withdrew from her completely, his hands dropping weightlessly down at his sides as his eyes bored deep into her unfulfilled desired ones. Aria's hungry eyes looked into his inquiringly as he rested his head back against the couch cushion. He knew very well that going beyond this point would make it very difficult for him to exercise any effective measure of self-control. He did want her, but he wasn't sure if this was the right time. She was obviously very vulnerable. He didn't want to take advantage of her. He wouldn't be that cold-hearted. He didn't want her to end up hating him again. Sensing his hesitation, she got up from his lap and tugged on both of his hands as he allowed himself to be pulled up from the couch, his body mere centimeters apart from hers as he felt every ounce of her body heat. She flashed him what looked to be a trace of one of her old seductive smirks and he just lost it, letting out a low growl, before lifting her up into his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs tightly around his waist as he marched them into his bedroom as she rain kisses down the side of his neck.

Her mouth was scorching. He sat her back on her feet once they made it into his room. His deft fingers drinking in every inch of her glorious skin to feel around her small waist and down her full hips, before traveling further up and faintly tracing the outer curves of breasts, a more insistent surge of desire coursing needily through his veins. He needed to touch her naked skin. They both needed to be naked already. Her own hands skillfully worked to remove her big t-shirt as she lifted the shirt over her head, and then she tossed it on the deep green carpet infused floor, his eyes filling with undisguised lust as he eyed the flimsy black bra that held her creamy swelling breasts in place as they spilt over. He wished that he could capture this moment with a camera. His mouth was usually dry as he stood frozen in place. He didn't want to make the wrong move. She obviously wanted him, but he still wasn't sure about this. She slipped her warm hands underneath his shirt, bringing it up over his head, then she threw it onto the floor, and then she wrapped her arms around his masculine waist, pulling him down onto the bed on top of her.

He kissed down her neck and around her collarbone, before his head moved lower. Her skin tasted good. Salty. Heavenly. He kissed, sucked, and licked at her though the fabric of her bra, feeling a deep satisfaction as her nipples hardened through the thin material and her hands tangled through his hair, dragging his mouth back up to hers as she kissed him deeper, sucking on his tongue as he devoured hers, both of them breathing sharply. He broke off their kiss as he sat up with her, his hands venturing behind her back to unsuccessfully try to unhook her bra. It wouldn't give. His hands were shaking badly, fumbling over the little hooks and clamps. He couldn't get them to stop. He was getting agitated with his inability to undo a simple bra. He started yanking on it, his brows knitting together in concentration as a lock of his hair fell into his eye. He growled in frustration. The stupid contraption still wasn't cooperating. She laughed and pushed his hands out of the way to take over, letting the bra straps slide down her shoulders and arms, before she tossed it over the bed. He couldn't wait. He lowered his lips to claim one of her beautiful dark apexes as his as she finally got the bra off. She moaned airily, her hands fisted themselves in his soft hair.

His tongue whirled in delicate circles around her aroused skin and her back arched, bringing her more forcefully into his mouth. He pressed himself in between her thighs and she moaned so deliciously. He kissed down between her breasts, going down further as he kissed and lapped at her skin with his tongue as she wiggled underneath him, moaning softly as her head thrashed from side to side against the huge fluffy pillows. He trailed smoldering kisses down her quivering stomach and around her navel, his nose breathing in the scent of her flesh, before he kissed and licked her strawberry shaped birthmark. He then pulled down her loose fitted jeans and skimpy panties over and down her well- rounded hips and thighs, before tossing it over his shoulder without a backwards look, and then he slithered some more down her body, opening up her thighs and gazing at her seeping wet pussy. He wanted to be inside of her now. He wanted to thrust himself deep into her. He didn't know if he could hold off any longer. He already knew that he was going to take her quick. He would just have to make up for it later. That's if he would even have a next time. Tonight it was just them.

Ezra bent his head and kissed the top of her hairy mound, hearing as she cried out his name, then he licked at her swollen glistening lips and nipped at the pink folds with his teeth as she cried out his name again, then he parted her slippery pussy lips, and then his tongue delved into her heat, his tongue flicking against her erect clitoris, before he sucked on it. She bucked against him, feeling a wave of passion, stronger than anything she had ever felt before overcome her as her hands kept his head in place as he continued to lick, suck and nibble as he ate her out, flickering his tongue back and forth as her body writhed out of control. She was getting close. He felt it. He wasn't going to disappoint. He amped up his technique. He thrusted his masterful tongue in and out of her palpitating walls, before sucking up her creamy white cum as it oozed out from her pussy. He groaned inside of her, loving how her juices tasted inside of his mouth.

Aria couldn't take anymore as she shoved at his shoulders, before she pushed him onto the bed, her mouth coming down on his. His lips parted and she met his tongue with her own, tasting herself, tasting him, sweeping the contours of his mouth, and then she tore her mouth away from his as she feasted on his neck, collarbone, and his shoulder blades. He tasted spicy and salty. She kissed a straight wet trail down his beautiful crafted chest and taut stomach, each slow kiss causing him to groan as her lips continued down lower and lower until she reached his jeans. It was a good thing he wasn't wearing a belt. She bent her head, her long sheet of luscious dark brown hair fell to one side and partially curtained her face, but half of her expression was enough for him to see the concentration and effort she was getting ready to put into pleasuring him. She kissed the obvious big bulge in his pants, before she used her mouth and teeth and worked fiercely to unbutton and unzip them, pulling them off along with his boxer shorts and white padded socks, and then she dropped them onto the floor.

One of her hands came up to grasp his very hard cock gently at the base, before her succulent full lips descended downwards until they enclosed around his tip entirely, causing a sharp hiss from him as his hands gripped the covers beneath him, struggling not to thrust his hips. Her tongue licking and circling around his mushroom shaped head as her hand leisurely ran up and down his length as she took more of him into her mouth, before releasing him to run a wet trail of saliva along the veins imprinted on his cock as her tongue licked and kissed around his most sensitive spots, and then she took him back into her warm mouth. She took him deeper and deeper, sucking him as she relaxed her gag reflexes around him, before her head moved up and down in a gradual rhythm. He was moaning as she pulled on his length harder. Faster. He couldn't hold back as he started to thrust his hips, pushing more of himself down her throat. She was groaning as she squeezed and jerked on him, causing slurping noises with her mouth as her head bopped up and down still.

He felt himself coming dangerously close, thrusting his hips faster as he grunted deep in his throat as she slowed down. She gave one last pull on his length and his eyes rolled back in his head as his cock jerked, exploding in a climax as his cum filled her opened mouth and trickled down her throat as she swallowed. He took a few minutes and caught his breath, and then he flipped her onto her back, before he came down on top of her, his mouth moving over hers as he positioned his cock at her center. He pulled back suddenly, causing her to stare up at him with dark glazed over eyes, one of her hands grabbed onto his waist and her other hand held onto the back of his neck.

"What's wrong?" Aria asked in a raspy voice as her eyes cleared a little. "Why did you stop?"

"We should stop," Ezra said hoarsely, not really wanting to as he made to get off of her, but her hands stopped him as they kept him firmly on top of her.

"I know that's not want you really want," Aria said breathlessly, able to read right through him.

"It's not, but I didn't buy any condoms," Ezra told her, hoping that she wouldn't let that stop them.

"I'm on the pill, remember?" Aria reminded him, not pushing him off of her.

He was relieved. He couldn't believe that she wanted him. He couldn't believe that she wanted to have sex with him. He couldn't believe that she liked him. That she was attracted to him. She was just so god damn beautiful. He was nothing special. He was just an ordinary guy that had many flaws and made a lot of mistakes.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," Ezra instructed in a thick voice, staring down into her beautiful face. She did so without pausing, her shapely legs wrapped tight around him, feeling as the tip of his cock brushed against the wet folds of her lips.

He was anxious to push inside of her. He mentally told himself to calm down. He didn't want to act like some savage animal. His dick got harder and harder, the pain nearly choking him.

"Jesus," Ezra groaned against her mouth as he thrusted deep and hard into her, stretching her around him.

She was wet and impossibly tight. He hoped he wasn't hurting her.

"God," Aria gasped out, her fingernails digging into the back of his neck and his waist as she wiggled her hips, nearly pushing him over the edge.

He held her pressed against the bed, pumping slowly and deeply as she panted and moaned. His body trembled, tense and straining with the effort to go slow as his need to ravish mounted. Her gaze, black like onyx in the dim light, stayed fixed on his. He thrust harder, deeper, faster. Her breath hitched and her eyes started to close. He wanted to see her. To watch her.

"Look at me," He rasped. "I want to watch you".

Her eyes sprung back open and focused on him. And he drove her on, sinking deep into that tight, wet heat. She whimpered and arched her back as she thrusted her hips upwards to meet his, her hand clutched his hair.

"Ezra," She breathed against his lips, before she thrusted her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him passionately.

The need to go faster took over as he started to pound into her heated walls, his hands moving off the bed to cup each of her full sized breasts, his thumbs pinching and flicking her dark nipples as he plunged deeper and deeper, stretching her more as she screamed, her inner walls constricted around him. He hissed out. If he kept up this pace he wouldn't last. He rolled them over without breaking their link so that now she was on top of him, their mouths still glued to one another as their tongues molded together and flickered against the other.

"Ride me, Aria," Ezra breathed harshly into her mouth as he thrusted upwards into her, his hands still cupping her soft breasts and his fingers fingering the hard tips of her nipples as he groan.

She did just that, riding and bouncing up and down on him as she opened her thighs wider to take him deeper into her body, her hands grasping parts of his chest as she steadied herself. Up and down she moved, then she circulated her hips, grinding her pussy onto his hard swelling cock, and then she moved back and forth, moans and cries falling out of her mouth. Then his hands wandered down her body, groping and stroking, before they gripped onto her ass as he brought her down onto his thrusting member as her name tore from his throat. His hands moved back up her body to her slim waist, directing her movements as she thrusted down and he thrusted up at the same time, causing remarkable friction between them as they both moaned.

Aria sat up, flinging her wild tangled hair back behind her shoulders, still moving up and down on him as she squeezed her inner walls around him, coating him more with her wetness as the bed groaned underneath them. Her mouth was agape as he kept pushing up into her, his head lifting up off the pillow to suck and bite on her nipples as she moaned out from pain, lifting herself up and slamming back down again on him. She swirled and rocked on him, biting on her bottom lip as her head fell backwards as she rode him even harder, her fingernails breaking his skin. He sped up his thrusting, causing her to do the same as their bodies lined with sweat, their harsh breathing mingling together as he pumped up into her tight slippery pussy. He felt himself about to come, feeling as she was on the same verge as him. God, he wished that he could wait longer, but he couldn't.

Ezra rolled them back over so that he was back on top of her again, drilling deeply into her as her hands moved down his muscled back, her nails scraping and digging into his skin, before her hands gripped his ass, feeling as he moved in and out of her. He was buried so deep inside of her. He didn't know if he could go any further. Her body kept drawing him in. He pushed harder inside of her, causing her to scream, but not to pull away as her hands and legs gripped him tighter to her as she twirled her hips. His blue eyes stared down into hers intensely as his mouth came down to claim hers again, feeling her hot tears. She was crying. His eyes opened back up to stare back into hers, slowing down his movements.

"Why are you crying?" Ezra asked huskily, continuing his thrusting inside of her as she moaned before answering him.

She felt so good. So wet. So tight.

"Because I want this. I want you," Aria groaned brokenly, her hips pushing upwards to feel his pulsating cock filling her whole.

He kissed her deeply, saying what he wanted to say without really saying it as she kissed him back, one of her hands coming up to hold onto the side of his neck as their lips moved together softly, and then he kissed her tears away, whispering to her that everything would be all right. He wanted to stay like this forever. To never move from inside of her. He wanted her so desperately. It scared him to know how much he wanted her as he pumped harder into her. Deeper as she mimicked him. He could love her. He could fall so easily for her. He could fall mindlessly and wildly in love with her. The kind of love that drove otherwise sane men to marry, buy houses in the suburbs, and have children and pets. That kind of life didn't seem too bad. He wanted that. He wanted that with her. He would be willing to give up anything. He wanted to make her his. But, he only had one night. One night to make love to her. Making love sounded so intimate. It was sacred. His whole body was tingling as she drew him even deeper into her body than before, her inner walls constricting around him again as she climaxed around him, screaming as her body jerked in every which way.

He plunged two more times into her, before giving over to his own orgasm as his cum squirted deep inside of her, and then he climaxed again, feeling his entire body humming in his aftermath. He collapsed on top of her, before rolling off of her, and then he drew her body to nestle into his side as he propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down into her face. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were closed tight as her chest rose and fell. He studied her face closely, a frown forming on his lips. He didn't want her to regret what they had done. Her eyes finally opened as she looked up into his eyes, smiling softly as she bit on her bottom lip. The frown left his mouth as he smiled back down at her, before he grabbed her right hand, running his fingers over the tattoo on her inner wrist as Goosebumps broke out on her skin. He read the scripted words, 'Fated To Love You'.

"What does this mean?" Ezra asked quietly, his heart still pumping pretty fast.

Her eyes stared down at the tattoo sadly, before her eyes went back up to his.

"It's a matching tattoo that I got with Adam in New Orleans," Aria said solemnly, distantly. "It's not a lie, because I will always love him".

"It's beautiful," Ezra said softly as he kissed the tattoo, feeling her shiver.

She looked at him seriously.

"Is it wrong if I don't regret what we did?" Aria asked sleepily, yawning as her eyes drooped.

"No," Ezra said seriously, seeing as she fought to keep her eyes open. She was too cute, feeling himself smile again. "Get some sleep".

Ezra reached down to the foot of the bed to wrap the big afghan around their naked bodies as Aria turned away from him, snuggling back into him as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She was soon asleep, snoring lightly. He just watched her sleep, before he felt his own eyes falling. He was tired. He pulled Aria tighter against him, and then he buried his face into her neck and fell asleep too. He didn't know how long he had slept as he yawned and opened his eyes, seeing the empty place beside him. He looked around the dark room, not seeing Aria in sight. He strained his ears to hear, but nothing. He didn't hear any sound but his own breathing. She was gone. It was like she was never really there.

There you go another update for you. I still can't believe that this is actually my third time posting in the same month. Shocker. Lol. I definitely need a break you guys, so I'll have the next chapter up next month. Review! Always review. I love reading you guys' comments. I'm sorry that the chapter was so short, but I had already planned it out. If I made any mistakes then I apologize. I just wanted to have this chapter up. Remember, don't forget to review. If I get a lot, then I might update again next week ;).