Chapter 5
Aria's POV
Aria couldn't stop her hands from running down her naked front as she lay in her bed, thinking of Ezra. He was so unattainable, so mysterious, and so frustrating. Not to mention a jerk, but she still wanted him. She didn't care that he was her step-brother, that he was older, or that he had a girlfriend back in LA. She wanted to be selfish for once in her life. She moaned brokenly as she pushed her fingers into her saturated folds, starting to finger herself as she pushed her fingers in and out of tight her pussy. She needed this release as she worked her fingers a little faster, twirling a finger up against the swollen clitoris that begged to be poked and pulled. She couldn't resist going deeper inside of herself, pushing down the other palm of her hand against her mound to add pressure as more of her cum juices bathed her fingers. She bit the inside of lip to stifle the ever-growing moans that emitted from out of her mouth as her body started to tremble. She didn't' want the feeling to be over so quickly, so she slowed the thrusting of her fingers. She took her hand off of her mound to tweak her tiny erect nipples, before pulling and pinching them. Her mouth fell open as her toes curled in as her body shuddered once more. She imagined her naked body pressed back against Ezra's naked one as his hands wandered down her shoulders, forearms and stomach, thighs, and legs, before moving up her body again to cup each of breasts in his hands as he gave them each a gently squeeze.
She imagined him raining kisses over her neck and down her collarbone, before sucking her earlobes just before biting down. She bucked against her moving fingers as she sped up her tempo just a little, her head thrashing from side to side as she clenched her inner walls around her fingers. She could feel the start of her oncoming orgasm as she flicked two of her fingers against her throbbing clitoris, building the friction as she plunged even more deeply into her scorching warmth. She imagined that it was Ezra's cock filling her to the hilt as he stretched her beyond the norm. She heard her breathing hitching higher and higher as she continued pounding her fingers inside of her, slowly losing grasp of everything around her as she concentrated hard on the feeling of release. She squeezed and squeezed her inner walls, her hips lifting off the bed repeatedly as a burst of moans erupted from deep within her throat. She imagined Ezra's large body pressing her into the mattress as he gave thrust after thrust, hitting all the sensitive places in her body as she bucked again. She threw her head back against the pillow as she gave a finally push inside of body, allowing herself to come undone as she rode out her intense orgasm.
Aria collapsed on the bed as the last of her orgasms subsided, her body quaking in the aftermath as she marveled at the rush. The inside of her mouth was dry as she rolled her tongue around. It felt as though her mouth was full of cotton balls. She felt exhausted, sweaty and sticky, and sated as she tried to get her breathing under control. She put a hand to her forehead, feeling the perspiration that collected there, and then she ran shaky fingers through her wild hair, before knocking the wayward locks out of her face. She pulled herself up off the bed, and then she dragged herself off to the bathroom, her legs as wobbly as jelly. She tied her thick hair back into a ball, then she ran a nice hot bubble bath and placed a large towel by the bathtub along with the soap dish, and then she climbed in, sinking all the way down with her head resting back against the cold enameled-steel. She sighed, lifting her legs out of the foamy water one at a time as she scrub them with a bath sponge, then she scrub her neck and shoulder blades, and then she scrub her arms last, before tossing the sponge on the floor. Her mind strayed back to Ezra. She couldn't understand why he always pushed her away. She couldn't understand why he was so complicated. She still didn't know him all that well, but she could see that he had issues he needed to work out.
She didn't even know why he had even bothered to kiss if he thought it was such a mistake. She didn't think that it was a mistake. She had wanted it, and deep down she believed that he had wanted it too. It was like he didn't want her to figure him out, to care for him. She couldn't understand why he couldn't feel the connection between them. His presence created so many reactions to her body and her mind. One kiss, touch, and look from him and everything came rushing back. She had never felt anything like it. It was exhilarating. She didn't know why he gave off so many mixed signals. He had hurt her so many times since he had been there. She couldn't understand why she just didn't cut her losses. She didn't like being hurt by him, didn't like crying. She wanted him to make love to her. She wanted to see him naked like he had seen her. She could imagine her fingers mapping out and learning all the different parts of his body. She pulled herself out of thoughts; she couldn't make Ezra want her. She didn't want to get him through dishonest or deceit. She climbed back out of the tub, wrapping the towel around herself as she slipped on hers slippers, and then she headed back into her bedroom. She sat down at her desk and painted her fingernails and toenails a mint apple, and while she waited for her fingers and toes to dry, she watched a free movie on her Kindle Fire HD.
After her movie had gone off, she got up to get dress. She put on her pale blue bra and the matching underwear, then she pulled a fitted green t-shirt over her head and stepped into a denim mini skirt, and then she slid her feet into a pair of flats, before heading back into the bathroom to brush out her hair, watching as the soft locks cascaded down to her shoulders in waves. She then she headed downstairs, knowing that nobody was home except for her and Ezra. She found him in the kitchen making them both lunch. She gathered that it was his way of apologizing to her. She smiled, running a swift hand through her silky locks as she bit the inside of lip nervously as she watched him. Her eyes raked over every potion of him. His hair was messy as though he had just gotten up. She wanted to run her hands through it. His face was focused on flipping the grilled cheese sandwiches. He was so gorgeous. He really did look like a movie star. He was wearing a green t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and molded his chest and abs in a nice way, had on light ripped denim jeans that did wonders for his butt and thighs, and he was barefoot again. She had to smile at that. He looked up towards her, gifting her was an award-winning smile that did funny things to her insides. It was contagious. She couldn't help but smile back as she walked over to the cupboard to get them both a plate. Instead of reaching for her favorite color plates, she decided to go with the blue square glass ones instead, and then she made her way over to the table to place them down, before heading over to the refrigerator to get the fresh pitcher of lemonade she had made the night before and made her way back over to the kitchen table.
"I hope you don't mind grilled cheese, because I can't make anything else," Ezra said with another smile as he used his spatula to pick up one of the grilled cheese sandwiches and placed on the plate in front of her, before depositing his own in the plate opposite hers, then he ran and got two tall glasses, and then he walked back over to sit down at the table. "You can say that I didn't inherit my father's cooking talents".
"It's fine, thanks," Aria said with a smile as she used her knife to slice her sandwich in half. "How do you eat in LA?"
She took a bite out of her grilled cheese, loving the way the cheese melted in mouth.
"You're very welcome," Ezra said, before biting into his own grilled cheese. "And back in LA I usually order take out. Do you cook?"
"I can't cook anything either," Aria laughed as melted cheese dripped down his chin. She leaned across the table and used one of her fingers to wipe it off. He smiled his thanks. "I tried to learn, but I'm just no good. I kept burning everything".
"And I tried to learn how to cook too, but unlike you I kept under cooking everything," Ezra laughed at his own inability to cook. "I think the only foods that I'm good at making are ham and cheese sandwiches, grilled cheese, and mac-n-cheese".
"I'm only good at making chicken salad, mac-n-cheese and canned spaghetti, and Philly cheese streaks," Aria shared as she took a sip of her lemonade, before running her hands through her hair. "What other things do you suck at?"
"Mostly laundry and washing dishes," Ezra said sarcastically with a sheepish grin as his eyes held hers. She couldn't get over how his beautiful blue twinkled. "What other things do you suck at?"
"Let's see, dating and kissing," Aria listed off, before breaking her eyes away from his to look elsewhere. "My friends, Spencer, Hanna, and Emily have always had guys flocking to them, but me. I have always been the odd one out".
"Kissing only takes practice," Ezra said hoarsely, his eyes dropping down to her lips, before he looked back up into her face. "And those guys were blind to not have seen that you're very attractive".
"I wish I could believe you," Aria said with a small smile, her fingers toying with one half of her grilled cheese as she broke it up into little pieces. "I bet you never had a problem with girls wanting to date you. I bet women throw themselves at you all the time".
"Why do you always think so little of yourself, Aria?" Ezra asked as he reached across the table to lift her chin up, stroking her smooth jaw line with his thumb as she gasp, before licking her lips. His touch sent her senses in overdrive. She had trouble breathing as she gazed into his eyes. What she read there just about knocked her over. She could clearly read the want in his eyes, the need to be inside of her as he made love to her. She recognized his need, because it reflected her own. "You're one of the prettiest girls that I have ever seen, and trust me, I have seen a lot. And even though I have had my share of women, it still didn't make me feel any better in the end".
Something about his words pulled at her heart-strings. It intrigued her to what to know more about him. The way he had said the last part with a hint of sadness clouding his eyes ignited some type of protective mode inside of her. She wanted to hug him. She wanted to know the history behind it. She wondered if he would be willing to open up to her about it someday. She allowed her own hand to cover his on her face and she rubbed her face into the palm of his hand. His natural male scent made her nostrils flare up as she inhaled him in, wanting to keep the smell of him on her brain. Her honey brown eyes were crackling with electricity as they radiated with heat and his own blue eyes darkened as they stared at one another across the table, both of them failing to notice the ever-growing need that was building inside of them. But before either of them could act on their impulses, Ezra pulled his hand away and got up from the table to start washing dishes.
Aria got up to go join him at the sink, her body still flushed with heat as her body knocked against his. She could barely get her hands to stop trembling. Her body was becoming so uncontrolled around him. She wanted him so badly, craved the tiniest contact from him. She felt his eyes on her but she couldn't find the courage to look into his face. She couldn't yet trust herself. Her body was becoming increasingly agitated as it continued to brush up against his. She wondered if his was feeling the same way as her breath came out in shallow puffs. She was so aroused that she could hardly get her limbs to work right. Her breasts were aching and her nipples were hard, and the place between her thighs was really wet and throbbing. She lifted her hand up and wiped the back of hand across her forehead to knock away the perspiration that was forming there, feeling how hot she was. Her hands were deeply submerged in water but she couldn't feel it. Her fingers were numb. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed to have him. She needed to feel him, so when he stepped around her to place a plate on the drying rack, she turned her body around to face his and pressed her hands up against his chest. He stared down at her and she stare up into his eyes, neither talking as they let their eyes do it for them. Both of their eyes fell down to the other's mouth, before gazing back into each other's eyes again. She let her arms creep up to wrap around his neck, her fingers burying themselves into his soft hair as he groaned. His own arms pulled her more than willing body closer to his, squeezing her tight as he leaned down towards her face and rested his forehead against hers. His hands stroked her back and gripped her waist even tighter as she moaned, their breath bathing each other's faces.
"I want you," Ezra stated softly against her mouth, his voice sounding almost incoherent. "Do you want me too?"
She swallowed deeply, before answering,
"You know I do," Aria said breathlessly as her eyes bore into his, her fingers leaving his hair to scrape down his neck. "I want you to make love to me".
"Are you sure?" Ezra asked thickly, his eyes never leaving hers as one of his hands came up to hold the side of her face, before running his fingers through her plush hair. "I want you to be sure that you truly want this, that you truly want me".
She nodded her head yes, unable to speak, but he shook his head no. He wanted to hear her voice.
"Yes," Aria breathed against his strong masculine mouth, the corners of her mouth lifting upwards into a beautiful smile as she balanced herself on her tippy-toes and hugged his neck tighter. "This is my choice".
"We can't come back from this," Ezra warned, his fingers biting into her back as his eyes dropped down to her peachy full lips once more, studying them hungrily. "Do you understand?"
"I understand," Aria said hoarsely, her body growing impatient as her fingers buried themselves back into his hair. "I want to share myself with you, to give myself over to you complete".
And she knew that was the truth. She wasn't concern about the consequences at the moment or about how wrong it was. She was willing to take whatever he willing to offer her at the moment.
"I can't promise you that I won't hurt you again," Ezra spoke as though doing so tore him apart as his eyes became so full of emotion, before he veiled them, and then he kissed her forehead, his lips lingering as she exhaled softly. She never wanted this feeling to end. "Why can't I stay away from you?"
And before she had a chance to answer, his mouth was moving towards hers. She closed her eyes, her long lashes sweeping her cheeks as she waited with an abated breath to feel the pressure of his lips, to taste the inside of his mouth, and to feel the light tease of his tongue as he brushed hers. She could sense him drawing near as though her mind was in tune with his, but before he could touch his lips with hers, they both heard the sound of the front door opening and the distinct voices of their parents before they broke apart and headed off in different places of the room to cast-off suspicion on what they had almost been ready to do. Their moment was broken. She released a ragged breath, clutching her chest, before running a trembling hand through her hair and looking over towards him to see that he wore a relieved expression on his face. She felt crushed. She didn't understand. How could he have been so ready to go there with her, but then feel relief that it hadn't happen, she thought. She couldn't think, couldn't speak. She just ran out of the room, bypassing their parents, who wore confused expressions as they turned their gaze on Ezra for answers.
I just love their intensity. How did you like this chapter? Still love the story? Do you like Aria and Ezra both? I really love this version of Ezria. Please review and let me know! This is my last week of school, so I'll be writing a lot.