Chapter Five #2
His mouth finds my neck, trailing a path down to my shoulder, my chest, and before I know it his lips close over my breast, sending another electrified shock through my entire body.
I gasp out loud, subconsciously pushing his head away. Another gasp escapes me as the reality of what I did dawns on me.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I…I…” I trail off with a defeated sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous, and I’ve never done this before… It feels unreal having you here in the flesh, it hasn’t really sunk in.”
The words rush out so fast it sounds like gibberish. I let out a shaky breath, dropping my head as embarrassment flushes through me.
But Zane grips my chin, his touch strong yet gentle. He tips my face up until I’m looking into the shadow of his, and for a brief frustrating moment, I wonder what color his eyes are…and what it’d be like to get lost in their depths.
“We don’t have to do this yet, little mouse,” he says, his voice dragging me back to the moment. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
I start to shake my head. “No,” I say, swallowing nervously. “I–I’m ready. I want you to be my first, Zane.”
He pulls me closer, a possessive growl ripping through him. “No, Georgia… I’m your first and only.”
Why can’t I see your face then?
The question is just on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it out loud in case it ruins the moment, instead I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my body firmly against his as I capture his lips.
His deep answering moan vibrates through me as his arms come around my waist, pulling me closer toward him.
His body feels warm against mine, his muscles hard against the softness of my breast. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my fingers in his hair.
His tongue rubs against my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I gladly offer.
My tongue mirrors his strokes as his hands trail down my sides, down my butt, and to my thighs.
I slide my hand down his shoulder, to his back, buttocks—everywhere my hands can reach. Some parts of his skin feel uneven, rough to the touch, and I can tell they’re scars… He hasn’t told me much about his life, but I suspect he’s a man with a turbulent history.
I wonder if the scars are the reason he’s hiding in the darkness…
Of course I don’t care about any of that. I have fallen too hard to care…
He grabs both my legs and lifts me. I gasp into his mouth, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Our tongues continue the battle as he takes steps backward.
My back slams against the wall, causing me to moan.
The slight pain turns me on even more, and I can feel how much I’m turning him on too.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against my lips.
“S’okay,” I whisper. He trails kisses down my neck, and I moan as he nibbles on my sensitive skin.
My fingers trail up his back, scrapping my nails along his spine.
He shivers and lets out a low moan that shakes my insides.
Then he grinds his manhood against my hot core.
I gasp, my head falling back and hitting the wall.
I bury my hands in his hair again—I really love the texture—and press harder against him.
He pulls back just before the supply of air to my lungs is cut-off finally.
His mouth finds my neck, nibbling kisses along the delicate ridges.
He suddenly lifts me up. I gasp, my legs instinctively coming around his waist. He carries me toward the bed and places me on it gently. The mattress dips, and I feel his body next to mine. He trails his mouth down my neck to my chest and then his lips close over my left nipple with a soft moan.
I let out a shaky breath, my hands fisting the sheet.
He starts to suck on my nipple, sending shivers down my body to my core.
His tongue circles as his left hand massages my other breast. He sucks harder and nibbles a little.
I grip his hair tighter and pull his mouth closer to my breast. Then he moves away, trailing kisses down to my stomach, my ribs…
a rush of breath escapes me when his mouth lands between my thighs.
He places a single kiss on my pussy, and I nearly cry out in pleasure, then he moves slowly along my thigh, and I can hear my pants get louder as his mouth gets closer to my aching bud. My eyes flutter closed.
“You’re so soft,” he whispers, then slowly slides a finger into me. I gasp, my eyes flying open at the pressure.
His lips press against mine as his finger slides inside me. A loud moan escapes my mouth as he breathes against my neck. Just as I start to get used to the slight pressure of one finger, he inserts another one, causing me to groan. I bite my lip, my eyes fall closed with a shaky breath.
The pressure of both his fingers inside me is out of this world, and my quiet moan escalates into whimpers.
“You’re so wet for me, little mouse,” he growls, and before I know it, I feel his mouth brushing against my folds.
I let out a slight squeal.
When did he get down there?
He brushes his tongue across my clit, and my hands clutch the bed sheets as I groan louder while staring at the ceiling.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, my hips bucking underneath the sweet torture of his mouth.
I can feel his smile against me as his tongue slides against my clit again and again as he continues to move his two fingers inside me.
My body squirms as his lips press down and he begins to suck gently on my clit.
I moan as I tightly grip the covers, afraid if I move he might stop.
His fingers move in me faster as he works me with his tongue.
My lips are moving and words are coming out, but I can’t make out what they are. His tongue swipes over the sensitive bud again, and suddenly there’s this unbelievable tightness in my stomach.
“Stop,” I beg as my body squirms some more.
He presses his left hand over my stomach, holding me in place as he continues his torture. “Please. It’s too much. Don’t stop… Zane, PLEASE!”
I lose the fight against my hands as I push them into his hair, grabbing tightly.
The quivering in my stomach begins to tighten as I scream, and just like I thought would happen when my hand moved to his hair, his fingers start to move faster inside me and his mouth sucks harder on the tender flesh of my clit.
When his teeth graze ever so gently over my clit, I lose it.
The tightness released itself and a scream of relief tears out of me.
I struggle to breathe, stars dancing in front of my eyes.
I feel his body slide against mine, then he’s kissing me, slowly sliding his tongue against mine. “Taste yourself, little mouse,” he murmurs between open-mouthed kisses. “So good…”
I slide my hands down the hard ridges of his stomach and hover over his groin. “I want you now, Zane,” I whisper desperately against his lips. “Please…”
“You have me, baby,” he says, kissing me harder.
I can feel his arousal pressing hard against my pelvis, bold and persistent. Even though I can’t see him, I can feel his impressive size. I’m trying hard not to think about it, but I can’t help wondering how all of that will fit inside me.
Then he shifts his hips, and suddenly all rational thoughts fly out of my head. His tip is grazing my entrance now. My body stiffens, my heart beating faster.
“Relax, little mouse,” he whispers, placing soothing kisses on my lips and forehead. “I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
“O-okay,” I whisper, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I’m ready.”
He cradles my head and pushes gently into me. I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders for support as my body arches off the bed, straining against the invasion. The pressure becomes unbearable, and I grip him tighter, my nails digging into his skin.
“Don’t move,” he hisses, his arms holding me in place. He pushes further into me, and I bite my lips so hard I can taste blood.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” I gasp. “Just...go slow.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my ear, and before I could register what he means, his shaft breaks through my virginal barrier. I let out a cry, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
He freezes, his body perfectly still. “I’m sorry, little mouse.” He kisses my forehead, then my temple. “I’m so sorry.”
He doesn’t move as he waits for me to adjust to his size.
I nod when the pain becomes bearable and quickly realize he can’t see me, so I urge him with my hips. He starts to move, and after a few slow thrusts, the pain quickly turns into pleasure. Moans escape our lips as we lose ourselves in the pleasure.
“God, you’re so tight!” He groans, increasing his pace, but my brain is so fried that I can barely think of anything to say to that.
He continues to move, quick and hard. I slide my nails down his back toward his ass, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull his body closer to mine.
Zane’s pounding harder into me now, so hard I can feel him deep in my belly. He intertwines his fingers with mine then places both my hands above my head and settles into a maddeningly slow rhythm. His mouth closes around my left nipple, and I let out a choked cry.
I’m helpless against the waves of pleasure jolting through me. Just when I start to think it can’t get any better, Zane slides his right hand between our bodies, capturing my clitoris between his thumb and index finger.
“Oh Jesus!” I scream as the pressure becomes unbearable.
My legs tremble under him and my heart speeds up.
My breath starts coming out in quick pants, my stomach tightening even more.
“Oh my god, Zane,” I choke. He continues to torment my nipple and pinch my clit as he fucks me with slow, deep strokes. “I’m going to…”
“Come with me baby,” he pants against my nipple.
He sits up and releases my hands and clit only to grab my waist. He lifts my lower body up so my ass is no longer on the bed but higher toward him.
My hands move everywhere, unsure of where to go.
In the end, my left hand finds my left nipple while my right hand ferociously fondles my tender bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” he groans as he notices me pleasuring myself. My body trembles as I near my peak.
“Zane,” I moan.
“Come for me, baby,” he moans, thrusting deeper with each word. “Don’t hold back, little mouse.”
Suddenly, the pressure snaps, and I’m falling over the edge, my body trembling violently beneath him. I grind my teeth against the intense pressure of my walls contracting around his length.
“Fuck!” he shouts, letting out a guttural sound as his orgasm tears through him.
After what seems like an eternity of drowning in pleasure, he collapses beside me, panting hard.
Neither of us says anything because it feels like words are not enough at that moment—maybe not necessary.
I lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his big frame, and as I drift to sleep, I mutter a simple prayer:
“Please, let him be here in the morning…”
But deep down, I know he won’t be.