In Covenant with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 1)

by Love Belvin

  I needed to hydrate, so I drug my exerted limbs over to the main kitchen on the north side. I passed several people, all polite and reverential in their greetings and acknowledgements. Others didn’t speak at all, and I understood their preference of allowing me privacy and simply acting as though I wasn’t there. That wasn’t welcomed at all. The mentality of the people here varied greatly. The country of Indonesia itself, had over 350 cultural ethnic groups, therefore the mentality diversity of this village ranged widely as well. Overall, the people were warm, gracious and wonderfully hospitable, and for that I was grateful and well-nestled here.

  I heard a familiar tune faintly sounding from the hut. Warily and with extreme curiosity, I approached the side door from the ramp. I stood just outside the frame and saw Yanti twisting her hips to the music emitting in the room. Next to her was Ida, not so much swaying her hips as she attempted. Her thin shoulders rolled with no particular rhythm compared to pure elation on her face, slanted eyes and sinister grin playing at her lips.

  Both their eyes yielded to one direction, and when I followed the trail I saw Alexis near the fridge, bent into a perfect squat, thighs leveled with the floor and mounds bouncing in the air lasciviously as she mouthed the lyrics of the sensual song. My balls jolted. She alternated positions, bringing her arms over her shoulders, licking her lips lewdly then sucking the bottom one in between her teeth. Her eyes were set into a sensual slant as she peered over to Yanti, coaching her on the erotic movements. Alexis’ long and smooth legs were spread wide as her pelvis gyrated in the air and her arms stretched in the air. When Yanti’s arms extended in the air as her eyes were stretched with fascination on my kitten’s body, I ducked out of the doorway.

  Christ!

  There was no way I could continue to watch the young girl’s lumbering performance without ogling my wife. My face contorted when I glanced down to my shorts. Great! I was hard as steel, so aroused by the sight of Alexis’ feline like gyrations. They were highly persuasive, and intentionally.

  “Lagi, Lexi! Again!” Ida, of all people, chanted.

  “Okay, hang on. I’ll put it on repeat,” Alexis offered seconds before the track started again.

  So soon my temper flared. For days, since we’d arrived, I had worked for her full pleasure during sex. Why wouldn’t she apply the same wanton effort with me as she was in a dance? I hadn’t touched her for three days since having her waxed. When Alexis circuitously asked about it, I explained wanting to wait to be sure her skin had settled before any activity down there, which was mostly true. The waxing was a punishment for her bolshiness. The crux of it was my stubborn nature of retreating from her, which was via the waxing. I could sense Alexis’ enjoyment of me. And I thought if she asked about sex she liked it, and if she liked it she’d eventually need it. I hoped that need would cause her to open enough to me to chase her relief while I was buried balls deep inside of her, pulling her desire from her tight core.

  Oh, man!

  That visual didn’t help my current public erectile issue. I wanted Alexis, and bad. Holding out on her to hopefully have her wanting me just as bad be damned. I pivoted back into the doorway, entering the kitchen. Ida noticed me first. Her frail arm dropped from the air to the bowl of whatever pastry she was kneading while exploring her inner-seductress. She thought quick to alert her great niece by reaching over the counter and striking Yanti with a hand towel. Yanti jumped backwards, holding her arm, alarmed by the nipping. Ida jerked her neck in my direction. By this time the women’s abrupt movement had caught Alexis’ attention and she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes landed on me eventually. She, too, leaped into a solid standing position. Yanti shuffled backwards into the wall behind her. At this time I was on the far side of the island and motioned for her to come to me. Ida took the younger woman by the arm and pulled her out of the main room into the hall.

  We were alone in the room, R. Kelly’s song still streaming from Alexis’ device. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes cast down to the floor in shame, exposing those long thick lashes. My erection jerked, needing to be freed from the holdings of my boxers and shorts. Finally, Alexis moved toward me. I stepped back from the counter giving her room to come in between as I crooked my finger, feeding her instructions. I could see her chest heaving with anxiety. That concerned and thrilled me at the same time. She had no idea of the tamed beast inside. Had no reason to fear me at this point in our affairs.

  When she settled in front of me I could see the hard peaks of her nipples through her thin heather gray tank that matched her boy shorts. The shorts I knew weren’t concealing her panties. Alexis didn’t have formal home training, so I knew she didn’t understand the indecency of in being in public with flimsy clothing and no undergarments. She only knew she was in a tropical setting and didn’t want to overheat. Her ignorance turned me on as much as it infuriated me. What went through the male villagers’ minds when they saw my beloved’s perky breasts that pushed through the thinly-clad cotton? Or when her cheeks produced the modest jiggle when she walked? Did they get as aroused as I am right now? Did they want to take her the way I wanted to in this moment? Or could they hang on to the one thread of control that held their well-being against what I’d do to them if they were to act on their impulses?

  I took her at the hem of the tenuous shorts and rubbed it between my thumb and index finger.

  “This is mighty thin, beloved,” I murmured thickly, in no attempt to belie my aching need. “Did you think about the bourg men when you left our bed?”

  My nose grazed the curve of her chin. Alexis frantically grabbed the waist of my shorts for anchor as she instinctively extended her neck back, giving me more access to her. That intensified my irritation. She was turned on, not even minding that I was dripping with sweat, the scent seeping from my pores was not from a bottle of expensive cologne. She didn’t mind my primal state. This was of no surprise; her lack of trust for me was the source of my issue. Her issue.

  “You don’t mind my sweat?”

  She shook her head unequivocally. Her tongue darted, barely swiping her lips. I rubbed my erection against her pelvis, backing her into the island. Her breathing slogged, taking with it her chest.

  “I didn’t think you would. But what does perplex me is how you won’t totally submit to me, my kitten, when I’m diving into you, begging for your ultimate pleasure.”

  I could hear a faint groan escape from her belly as the muscles in her face collapsed while she eyed the ceiling.

  “But,” I yanked her shorts down and lifted her onto the countertop. Her flip flops clashed onto the floor. I flicked her swollen and slickened clit with my index finger. “When I put my mouth here,” I continued teasing her engorged nub, “and eat you into delirium, you give it all to me. You push your sweet little pussy into my face, feeding it to me until you explode,” I growled.

  Alexis pushed her thighs open wider and hooked me at the back of my thighs pulling me into her. Her breath turned ragged. My mind once again disconnected from my fatigued limbs. My entire body now on fire for my bride.

  “What do you want, beloved?” I asked before tracing her full lips with the tip of my tongue. “You have to tell me because it seems you don’t trust me enough to give you what you need.”

  She pushed her little hot hand in my shorts, pulling me out as she scooted up closer to the edge of the counter. Her moans were low, but not stifled. I could hear them over the music and was sure that anyone outside of the room would detect R. Kelly belting about “Bumpin’ and Grindin’” before they could hear the melody my wife made for me as I worked toward her climax as she fisted me. Her head came down to see where we incited pleasure from each other. I fought to keep my mind together. Alexis’ sudden audaciousness was heady. She bit that bottom lip before using her other hand to take me at the back of my head, pushing my face to her and threw her tongue into my mouth. I inhaled her as I pinched her perfect modest tits through the fabric. The small thrusts she made against my finger where I applied
the faintest pleasure to drive her, reminded me of the erotic gyrations earlier. She was driving me wild, but I wouldn’t show her that.

  I pulled back from her mouth and tugged her shirt down from the collar to release one of her breasts. Immediately, her head fell back and Alexis pulled me in, inviting me to nibble more.

  “You have to keep it down,” I heard the strain in my heavy vocals as I warned her. “This isn’t a restricted area, kitten. They may be able to see you and to get as hard as I am now, but they won’t feel you…pull your pleasure from you like I can.”

  Her entire frame jolted and I knew she was close. But I was angry, secretly resenting her for withholding from me. So, no, she wouldn’t come as she pleased. It would be at my mercy.

  I was struck with an idea.

  I stopped stroking her. Alexis moaned her frustration from the sudden loss of traction. I took myself in my hands, moving hers and slid inside of her wetness. A guttural moan pushed from her lungs as she gripped the edges of the counter astride her spread thighs. She was tight, warm, and oh, so wet…gloriously wet just for me.

  God…

  This was my absolute favorite place to be. Snugged inside her sweet cavity. I was finally able to slide in and out with less protest from her walls. They welcomed me in with far more ease than ever before. It reminded the animal in me that it was mine. She was mine. Alexis tossed her head back, eyes closed tightly as her long legs clung to my waist, her heels digging into my rear.

  “Look at me,” I demanded. “I want to feel you coming around me and you’re going to watch.”

  I sucked her loose nipple in my mouth, twirling the apex with my tongue. My left thumb circled her clit. I applied more pressure the deeper I drove into her. I pumped fiercely and sucked hard and swirled my thumb over and over and over and over and over and—

  Alexis’ head collapsed backward as her pussy clutched me, slurping me in the fashion I needed her to. This may have been artificial means to getting it, but the grip on me she provided was very real. My balls drew up and I took her lips savagely as I rocked into my orgasm. I felt my hot seeds spurt inside of my most coveted place on earth.

  Alexis.

  My official obsession.

  I remained swelled inside her as my adrenaline waned then reached for a towel to catch my seeping fluids that ran from my wife’s treasure.

  Alexis looked down as I wiped her and gasped, biting that godforsaken lip again. She squeezed my arm hungrily. That began my new round of arousal. I was hardening again.

  “You like seeing my come on you?” I asked hoarsely, surprised.

  Still clutching her bottom lip, she nodded. Her eyes were dark and lids heavy. I snatched her from the countertop, clutching her to my waist. Alexis quickly caught on, wrapping her legs around me again, her arms enfolding my shoulders.

  “One of these days I’ll acquaint you with it more intimately,” I advised with several images in my head, my liquids dripping from the sides of her mouth being one.

  I bent to swipe her things from the floor and grabbed a long table cloth from another counter on the other side of the room then carried her out of the kitchen. Alexis hung on to me while I trekked back to our villa, taking the back path to avoid as much traffic as I could on the way. She buried her face contently in my neck all the way there.

  We spent the next five days exploring Kamigu, a bit off the island and each other. Alexis was afraid of the water so that eliminated lots of nautical excursions, but she did consent to fishing when we visited Bali overnight, which was south of Kamigu. We attended The Curtain Call at Bali Agung show at the Bali Theater, thanks to Jarabu, and she was able to snag pictures with a few of the cast after. She explored the food, shopping and inhaled the culture. We made love in another new land, and I couldn’t decide where she felt best.

  Back in Kamigu, she ran with me a few mornings and those when she didn’t, I was able to meditate. I was a fervent prayer warrior, preferring the most sound and expressive one of the day to be during the morning quietness. I would pray for families, nations, ministries, clients, parishioners, and God’s will. With vehemence, I filled in the gap for many unsuspecting individuals, declaring healing, deliverance, and redemption. But over the past week since arriving to Indonesia, I found myself spending more time petitioning my personal needs as they concerned my wife’s submission. I could see, in a detailed vision, her shield against me. Though Alexis appeared helpless in her inability to respond to me, she had every power to do just that. I didn’t mention it to her since that morning in the kitchen. I didn’t want to harp on it and have her develop a complex. Instead, I prayed diligently about my need and even fasted a few mornings. My spirit urged me to remain patient. Some days I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but discerned my lack of options.

  Lex

  I was in the living room of the villa on my laptop, when Ezra came in.

  “You’re still at it?” he asked after a quick peck on my head.

  “Yeapers!” I croaked after I stretched my arms high in the air.

  It felt good loosening my limbs. I’d been at it for at least two hours. I had a late afternoon run—correction: power walk; I couldn’t run for shit—with Ezra and came back here to apply for jobs. I’d been having a blast here in Indonesia. It was like living a dream that I hadn’t yet been awakened from. Nonetheless, I knew we only had one day left before returning to my unemployed self. My carriage may not turn back into a pumpkin, thanks to Ezra, but I’d resume my rags and busted shoes. I needed a job before Ms. Remah returned, at least. He may have paid off all my debt but, there was no way I was living off of Ezra for long. It was enough that he paid for a princess wedding, arranged for this honeymoon, and had given me a place to stay, but my little stash of cash would soon reach depletion.

  “Any good prospects?” he asked, quickly removing his socks and sneakers, and I got caught up in anticipation of the next article he’d remove. “Alexis,” he called out, waving his hand in my line of vision—his crotch. I was hoping he’d do that magic trick, making those disappear next.

  “Oh, ummmm…yeah.” I turned to face the screen. “Three case worker roles, two group homes, and one social worker. All between Jersey and New York.”

  And none as appealing as your perfectly crafted body. Shit!

  “Took a couple of hours for just five applications?” He was now down to his boxers.

  I sighed, irritated from my situation, hunger and now being teased. “You know, if you don’t want me to gawk, you should really strip somewhere else,” I snapped.

  “Somebody’s cranky,” he froze, brows hiked.

  Somebody can’t get lost in this euphoria…totally…because somebody has to be able to survive her impending unemployed future.

  “I’m ummmm…” My stomach growled, just in time.

  “Hungry?” Ezra’s forehead wrinkled.

  I sighed. “Yeah.”

  That, too.

  “Well, that’s timely. My friend, Jarabu, and his mother, the original head of the island, have returned home. He’s expecting us for dinner in thirty minutes. How about a quick shower before we head over?”

  I caught the suggestive invitation in his intonation. I wouldn’t turn down sex with Ezra. It was too tempting, never failing, and always adventurous. That fact wasn’t reflected in the way I snatched my body from the chair, rolling my eyes while stripping on the way to the bathroom, but I didn’t mind lending him my body at all.

  In the glass shower that exposed us to the exotic outdoors, we washed in silence, Ezra paying me extensive examining stares every now and then. I knew it would be just a matter of seconds before he’d pounce on me. I just didn’t know if I was in the mood to be his helpless prey. I launched onto Ezra, pushing my tongue into his mouth and took him at the back of his head. He caught me right away, holding me steady. I left his mouth, my nose nuzzling his thick beard, my tongue teasing his throat and tasted his chest all the way down to his belly. Then I took him into my mouth. I didn’t teas
e him with licks or pecks, I pushed him to the back of my mouth, pulled him out, and then fisted him as I did it all over again.

  Sucking him off with quickening need, I used my pent up frustration from the uncertainty of my world to inspire my urgent movements. I didn’t know where I was going in life and he didn’t understand the insecurity in that. He was fine getting lost in this paradise because he knew what awaited him on the other side of our return. Ezra had answers for everything, an unwavering composure. Well, I now wanted the control he had always been able to anchor.

  Ezra’s girth was generous and smooth like velvet over steel. His thighs were thick, hard pieces of muscle. He was a lot of man, so much that if I didn’t keep my focus I could’ve become intimidated when he bucked into my face, pulling my hair at the roots, lost in unmitigated pleasure.

  “Beloved, I’m ready to come,” his hoarse cry poured in urgency, chords of his neck protruding and veins bulging in his forehead.

  My hands went astride his hips, spurring his release. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but clearly it worked when I felt bland cream on the back of my tongue as his head snapped back in sheer ecstasy. All wasn’t right in my world, but there damn sure was more kilter in that piece of accomplishment.

  Less than thirty minutes later, we were at a dinner table on the beach with Natalia and her husband, Jarabu, the leader of the village. He was a short man, not more than five feet six inches, a couple of inches shorter than his wife. However, he made it up in personality. Though he spoke mostly Indonesian, I couldn’t help but take to his gregarious personality, constantly speaking animatedly with his hands. He esteemed Ezra. That was abundantly clear with the way he engaged him, always smiling and gauging his verbal approval. I didn’t need to speak his language to get that.

  The day was drawing late as Natalia was snuggled up against him on the padded bench they shared across from us, her feet tucked beneath her. We all had been drinking with the exception of Pastor Carmichael, of course, and had full bellies and heavy eyes.