16.
Z ANE
Courtney wrapped her legs around my waist as I walked across the living room, and by the time I got to my bedroom door, our lips were sealed together and I was moving on instinct. Thank goodness I knew exactly where my furniture was so I didn’t trip and dump both of us on the floor.
When my knees hit the bed, I bent forward to lay Courtney down, and she moved back to give me more room to crawl onto the bed with her.
Instead of resting on top of her, I rolled so that she was sprawled on top of me, leaving my hands free to touch her body in all the ways I’d wanted to since we first met.
I slid my hands up her sides, taking her shirt with them, and sucked in a deep breath when she sat up, straddling my hips,ripped her shirt off, and threw it aside.
I was stunned speechless at the sight of her breasts through her sheer bra, but that didn’t mean my hands were still.
I reached up and cupped them in my hands before I ran my thumb back and forth over her nipples and smiled when Courtney shivered at the touch.
She suddenly frowned and sat up straighter, obviously thinking of something other than the position she was in or what we were about to do.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t remember if I . . .” Her voice trailed off, and she looked up at the ceiling for a second before she grinned and said, “We’re good! It’s all good!”
I laughed as I asked, “What was that about?”
Courtney giggled before she said, “I was trying to remember if I shaved this morning.”
I burst out laughing before I said, “I’m clearly not doing something right if you’re still thinking about things like that.”
“My mind is always racing,” she admitted. “That’s just how I roll.”
“I’m going to take that as a challenge.”
Before Courtney could reply, I flipped us over so that she was beneath me, settled my hips between her splayed legs, and kissed her again. Once we were both breathless, I kissed my way down her neck and across her collarbone as my hand slipped beneath her.
In just a second, I had her bra unhooked. She pulled her mouth away with a gasp before she asked, “How the hell did you do that?”
I grinned at her before I pushed myself up and stood next to the bed. “Bra off, baby. Share more of that beauty you’ve been hiding.”
I reached behind my head and grabbed my shirt, before I tossed it aside like Courtney had and started working on my belt. Instead of doing what I’d asked, or actually ordered, she had her eyes glued to my bare chest.
Her gaze trailed down as she watched me unbutton my jeans.
It felt like I could feel her hungry gaze on my skin, and since I wasn’t exactly ripped with muscles like some of my friends, that made me feel ten feet tall.
I let my jeans hang open as I pulled my wallet out and dug out a condom, but her eyes never left my skin.
It felt like I was giving her a striptease, but I didn’t mind. If anything, that stroked my ego. But I couldn’t let it go on too long because what I really wanted to be stroking was Courtney’s smooth skin when I felt her naked beneath me.
I let my pants drop and stepped out of them before I pulled off my socks.
That left me in just my underwear, standing in front of her.
Courtney sat up and reached for me. I gasped when her cold hands touched my hips.
I let her pull me closer to the bed until I was standing between her legs.
Her gaze came up to meet mine as she let her bra fall forward and then threw it aside.
Once her hands were free, she reached up and rested them on my chest and then slowly let them trail down my stomach before she hooked them in the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushed them down.
My cock sprang free, and Courtney wrapped her hands around it right before she leaned closer and took it all the way to the back of her throat.
I was shocked in the best way but didn’t have a chance to even consider that because she pulled her head back and did it again.
I could hear someone muttering curse words, and it took a few seconds for me to realize that person was me.
The hand Courtney had on my hip took my hand and led it to the top of her head.
She pressed it down as she moved forward and then released it as she pulled back.
“Oh, fuck me,” I whispered as I took her direction and started moving my hips in tandem with my hands, fucking her mouth slowly as I savored the feel of her swallowing my cock.
Courtney kept working up and down with her mouth and hands, taking me right to the edge before she would change her rhythm and bring me back down.
When I got to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore without losing it and coming in her mouth, I pulled my hips away and pushed Courtney back against the bed.
Within just a few seconds, I had her pants off.
I leaned forward and kissed Courtney deeply.
As I started kissing my way down her neck, ready and willing to return the favor, Courtney pushed me away and slapped the condom against my chest.
“Later, okay?”
“But I . . .”
She smacked my chest again, so I took the condom from her and then felt my jaw drop open in shock as she flipped over to her stomach and put her ass in the air. With her head down on the bed, she ordered, “I need you now, Zane. Right now.”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect, you do something that proves me wrong.”
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COURTNEY
You’re going to ruin everything, Courtney! This is exactly why Chad thought there was something wrong with you. Can’t you be normal for once in your life? He probably thinks you’re a slut and is worried about . . .
I yelped when there was a sharp smack on my ass. I twisted my head around to look at Zane in shock. He didn’t seem bothered by my reaction and said, “Get out of your head!”
“You don’t even know what I was thinking!”
“I know that every muscle in your body tensed up and I feel like we should start at the beginning again.”
I glanced down at his condom-covered cock and growled, “I told you what I wanted, but you . . .”
There was another sharp slap, this time on the other side of my ass, and then Zane thrust deep, bottoming out on the first stroke. I loved that feeling - the stretch of that first stroke and how full it felt. What I loved even more was that he didn’t stop to let me adjust or even go slowly.
No. Zane took me at my word and fucked me as if the world were about to end and this was our final chance to experience ecstasy.
It was magnificent.
His rhythm was on point. His grasp on my hip was strong enough to leave an ache later and maybe even a bruise or two - which I couldn’t wait to see.
His other hand was wrapped around me with his fingers expertly rubbing my clit, which was usually the only way I could orgasm, and it felt fantastic.
Oh, and the filthy words coming out of his mouth in that gravelly voice I’d loved since the first time I heard it mirrored the thoughts going through my head . . .
If sex with Zane was always like this, I could go for hours, over and over all night long and three times a day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.
I was right on the verge of orgasm but needed just a little push.
As if he could hear my inner thoughts, Zane leaned forward and grabbed a handful of my hair. He yanked my head back and held it, which arched my back just enough to change the angle of his thrusts.
I exploded with a scream and continued orgasming as his hips stuttered, and then he slammed into me a few more times with a loud shout.
When he was finally still, his cock still deep inside me, my pussy was still fluttering from the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever experienced without the aid of a device that required batteries.
Zane fell forward and laid on me for just a second before he used his hold on my pussy to roll us to our sides. We laid there panting for a while before he kissed my neck and whispered, “Holy shit, woman! Where have you been all of my life?”
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Maybe Zane doesn’t mind that you’re a weirdo. Maybe you’re not. Maybe it was Chad who was fucked up.
That makes sense because Chad was sort of an asshole. Okay, not sort of. Just admit it, Courtney! He was a complete prick.
As I dried my wet hair with a towel, I thought back to all of the times that my ex-husband rebuffed me sexually, complaining that I wanted it too often or that the things I was interested in weren’t something real people ever did.
He blamed the romance novels I loved for what he considered unreasonable bedroom expectations.
Having sex during the day or, God forbid, first thing in the morning was unreasonable.
Having sex in the shower was also a ridiculous request because obviously showers were built for one person.
Having sex anywhere but the bedroom . . .
at night . . . with the lights out was too kinky for my ex-husband.
There had been many times I had wondered how I ever even got pregnant, considering how rarely we had sex.
And since the divorce, I’d wondered more times than I could count why I had settled for someone that was so incompatible - both in and out of the bedroom.
Chad had ruined me for oral sex early on in our relationship.
He didn’t understand how I could enjoy giving him head because he sure as hell didn’t like going down on me.
The few times he did were so unfulfilling that I quit encouraging him to do it.
He’d shamed me so many times for taking pleasure in giving him a blowjob that I had convinced myself he might be right.
I was weird. My thoughts weren’t natural. My expectations were too high.
All the things Chad had said to me over the years came flooding back, and I sat there stunned as I braided my hair to keep it from tangling while I slept.