Chapter 16 #3
Without warning, Obi-Wan felt himself explode. He couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t do anything but watch Zita’s tits bounce as his cock jerked once, twice, three times, while she concentrated on her own pleasure.
He’d never come inside a woman before—and it was glorious.
His come made her even more slippery, sopping, and the resulting sounds were sexy as hell.
He held her hips tightly but let her go at whatever speed and depth she needed to get herself off.
But after just another few minutes or so, he could tell she was tiring and getting frustrated.
Obi-Wan took over. Now that his own pleasure had waned—although he was still half hard—he could concentrate on her. He pulled her down onto his cock and held her there as his fingers went to her clit. Her legs were spread wide over his lap, and he had easy access to that little nubbin.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, as he forcefully stroked right where she needed it most.
“Sage!” she exclaimed.
Obi-Wan could feel her inner muscles flexing around his cock as she sat stock still on top of him. He kept up the pressure and before long, he could feel her body begin to shake.
“That’s it. Let go, sweetheart. Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”
And just like that, she came. The feel of her body taking its pleasure, the tight squeeze all around his cock, made Obi-Wan a little dizzy.
He wanted this. Over and over. Every night.
As much as this woman would allow. He was already obsessed and would do anything it took to keep her.
To make things between them work. He still had no idea how their future would look, considering their jobs, but he was more determined than ever not to let her slip through his fingers.
When she stopped shaking, Zita slowly collapsed onto his chest like a blow-up toy that had been punctured.
She was scalding hot against him, but Obi-Wan had never been more comfortable in his life.
As far as he was concerned, she could sleep right where she was forever.
His dick was still lodged deep within her body, cocooned in her warmth.
“I’m dead. You killed me,” she mumbled into his neck, her breath tickling his skin, making him shiver.
“Sorry I came so soon. I’ll be better next time,” Obi-Wan told her, a little ashamed at how fast he’d orgasmed.
“Any better and I will be dead,” she mumbled.
Obi-Wan was smiling like a fool, but he didn’t even care.
His hands caressed her back gently as he soaked in the intimacy between them.
His heart was still beating fast, and he could feel hers against his chest as well.
Knowing he’d pleasured her was as much a turn-on as the actual act of orgasming had been.
As she lay on top of him, he heard a strange sound. And when he realized what it was, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grin. “I never did feed you,” he said.
“Not hungry.”
“Yes, you are,” he contradicted.
“Fine, I am. But I’d rather lie here than move.”
Truth be told, so would he, but there was no chance he was going to let his woman go hungry because he was too horny to get up.
He had all the time in the world to enjoy more moments like this one.
Of course, this one was particularly special, as it was their first, but he promised himself it wouldn’t be the last.
“I’m going to call On the Rocks, I think they’re still serving food. I’ll run out and get us something.”
Zita lifted her head, and it made his cock shift inside her body. Obi-Wan bit his tongue as he did his best not to thrust into her. She had to be sore, and there was no way in hell he’d do anything to make this moment anything other than perfect.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. What do you want?”
It was almost painful when she lifted herself off his cock and snuggled against his side.
The sheets were wet, and Obi-Wan could feel their combined juices on his groin and thighs.
It was an experience he’d never had before but couldn’t say he hated.
Sex would be messier without condoms, but the benefits far outweighed the disadvantages.
“Cheeseburger with fries. And a small salad with ranch on the side. Please.”
Her definitive answer made Obi-Wan grin. She usually tried to eat healthy, but she’d more than earned the guilty pleasure of splurging tonight.
“I need to get up and find my phone. I think it’s in one of the pockets of my pants.”
She giggled. “We were in kind of a hurry to get undressed when we got here, weren’t we?”
Obi-Wan went up on an elbow, and Zita turned onto her back to look up at him. “Thank you for not hiding what you felt. For letting me know you wanted me.”
“I thought you’d be upset. I got the distinct impression you liked setting the pace of our relationship.”
“I did. But sometimes I need a nudge.”
“Consider yourself nudged.”
He grinned and leaned down, kissing her soft and slow, a kiss quite different from earlier, when they’d been ravenous for each other.
Then he got up while he still could, to find his phone.
He called the bar on the square and, to his surprise, Zeke answered.
After explaining why he was calling so late—without the explicit details, just explaining that they were on set all day and had only recently gotten back to the Mangree—Zeke offered to drive their food out to the motel, since he was about to head home himself.
Obi-Wan agreed without hesitation. The last thing he wanted was to go back out into the damp night and leave Zita’s side. He settled back onto the bed and took her into his arms. “Zeke’s bringing our food to us.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
“Awesome.” She leaned down and kissed his upper chest, then his neck, then moved to one of his nipples.
“I think he saw through my excuse about just getting back, because other crew members are probably at the bar eating by now. But I’m still not sure it would be cool to greet him at the door with my dick hanging out. I need to put some pants on.”
Zita lifted her head and pouted.
Obi-Wan chuckled. “After we eat, you can have your way with me. Okay?”
“I’m holding you to that.”
“You’ll get no protests from me, because I plan on having you for dessert myself. I didn’t get to taste you. Things moved too fast for me to do everything I’ve imagined.”
“You complaining?” she asked with an adorable tilt of her head.
“Fuck no. No complaints here. You’re amazing, Zita. And I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”
“Damn straight,” she said with a grin.
This woman. She slayed him. And Obi-Wan had no problems with being completely besotted. Not at all.
He got up and put his pants back on, wincing at their dampness from being out in the rainy weather all day.
Then he grabbed all the other clothes strewn about the floor, hanging them up in the bathroom so they could dry overnight.
It wasn’t much longer before there was a knock on the door—and by the shit-eating grin on Zeke’s face, he knew exactly what they’d been doing instead of eating dinner.
But Obi-Wan didn’t care if the whole world knew he and Zita were making love. He wasn’t about to hide their relationship.
The food disappeared quickly, as they were both starving, and after Obi-Wan threw away their trash and took his pants off once more, he climbed back under the covers.
He made his way down Zita’s body until her legs were spread around his shoulders.
Her pussy was a bit swollen, and the smell of her sex made his mouth water.
“Hey, I thought I was going to have my way with you,” she complained with a grin, as she propped herself on her elbows and looked down her body at him.
“After. If you go first, I won’t have the control to be able to do this…” Obi-Wan lowered his head and licked up her slit, stopping at her clit. She jerked in his hold and dropped back down to the mattress.
“Oh, all right. If you must,” she joked.
Still smiling, Obi-Wan got to work pleasing his woman.
An hour later, they were both sweaty and completely wrung out.
He’d eaten her to another orgasm, then she’d given him the best blow job he’d ever had.
He’d stopped her just in time to climb on top of her and take her the way he’d dreamed—hard and fast, her fingernails digging into his upper arms as she moaned and urged him to go even harder.
Zita was made for him, and he was made for her. He was hers. Completely and utterly. He’d do anything for this woman.
That thought should’ve scared him, but instead, it made Obi-Wan smile with contentment. She was currently lying mostly on his chest once more, snoring lightly. His arm was around her shoulders, holding her against him as he drifted off to sleep.
They only had a few more days on set before it would wrap.
They’d both have hard decisions to make, and the only thing Obi-Wan was sure of was the fact that he wasn’t going to let this go.
He and Zita had a connection not a lot of people got to have in their lifetime.
No matter what happened, he’d fight for the right to be her boyfriend. Her man.
Because that’s what he was. Hers.