I found myself at Ezra's apartment. We always met at his apartment. I was exciting doing it on his desk at school, but after the time the principal almost caught us Ezra was getting paranoid. So I had to circle his block three times to make sure nobody I knew was around, before sneaking up to his apartment. I loved his apartment though, it was our own private sanctuary.

It had been five days since we'd managed to sneak a chance to see each other. I arrived at his door and he hastily dragged me inside, shutting the door and pushed me against it. His mouth found mine with heated hunger. Being away from him, not touching or feeling him, it felt worse than being starved of food for weeks. The hollow ache in your stomach. And when his mouth was on mine, his hands travelling up and down my body, it felt so much better than water in a drought. He filled me, intoxicated me with his scent. He was part of me. Being without him was like being without my arm. I needed him.

"Oh God, Aria, I've missed you so much" he murmured against my mouth.

His hard, teacher's hands explored my body. They stroked my chest. Felt my waist. Claimed my hips. They found their way to my legs, his nails grazing against my bare thighs. One hand hooking my right leg up to his hip, pushing himself between me. The other cupping my ass with heated possession, pressing me harder against him. My hands found their way to his soft, brown hair, gripping it between my fingers while his mouth started exploring. Trailing butterfly kisses along my jaw, making me tingle as his teeth grazed my neck. My back arched into him and I felt him smile against my collar bone. He pulled back and lifted his hands to the hem of my vest top. Lifting it up and over my head. He gazed at me, and his eyes were so full of love it made my heart swell. I pulled him back to me, crushing my mouth to his with added hunger, while my hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall to the soft carpeted floor and fingered the contours of his chest, feeling the hair beneath my fingers, loving every inch of him.

Before I knew what was happening he had lifted me, crushing himself between my legs, so my skirt came up to my waist. Giggling, I pushed it down. He turned and walked the short distance to his double bed, and threw me down carefully. I looked at him and slipped my black lace bra off while he finally removed his jeans. His eyes lit with excitement as he pulled my skirt off. He knelt at the end of the bed, his mouth meeting my legs. Moving further and further up my thighs until he slipped my knickers off and his mouth finally met me.

Fuck. I exploded. I had needed him to taste me for too long. My hands found their way to the top of his head and knotted themselves in his hair. My back arched up as he filled me with pleasure, making me moan "oh God" and "Ezra" repeatedly. I could feel the smile against me every time he was met with a thrilling response. I thought I was done for, every part of me was ignited and I was ready to explode. Until he stopped. I opened my eyes to find him hovering over me, with that fucking gorgeous smile that turns my insides out, and that teasing cheeky gleam in his eyes. I knew he was about to slam himself into me, so before he knew what I was doing I flipped him over, straddling him and smiled my own cheeky smile at him. Taking his length in my hands, teasing him, making him need me like I needed him. Finally sliding myself onto him filling myself with his perfect fit. I rested my hands on his chest and locked eyes with him, biting my lip to stop m1yself from making the noise he enjoyed so much. His gaze filled me with joy and I let go. Grinding, and moaning, seeing his face filled with excitement and pleasure. I loved being able to do that. His hands found my ass again, his favourite part of me, as he sat up and met my mouth again. Kissing me passionately, ferociously. His lips moved to my chest, kissing every inch of it, nibbling my nipples. I fucking needed this so much. He flipped me over wrapping my legs around his waist, cradling me in his arms, pressing his chest against mine. He fucked me hard, and rough, the way we both liked it. My legs tightened around his waist and he gripped my hands about my head. His right hand keeping them there as his left travelled to my chest, thumbing over my nipple. His hand trailed down me, as he pushed into me harder and harder, cupping my ass before we finally exploded in ecstasy and pleasure. Together. Gasping for our breaths with his head on my chest and my hands stroking his hair, I knew this is where I always wanted to be. He leaned up above me, resting on his elbows, looking at me in the way that would always kill me. "God, I love you. I wish you could be here every day." I smiled at his words, stroking his face. His face that was so filled with love and hunger for me. I responded with a simple "I love you too, babe." Our mouths met each other again, softly and lightly this time. It was a kiss that should demolish the world. So full of love and passion. It made my heart hurt and explode. The same feeling I had every time he touched me. He moved off of me and we cuddling, sharing the real love we had for one another.