Chapter 43
Chapter forty-three
Tabitha
Earth-fucking-shattering.
Tabitha hadn’t had an orgasm like that in . . . well . . . that wasn’t the point. The point was Zac had just delivered the best one she’d ever had, and for some insane reason, she still wasn’t satisfied. So she nearly clapped with glee when he told her he wasn’t done by a long shot.
Now if she could only get her wibbly-wobbly legs to cooperate.
Zac carefully set her down on the boulder behind them.
The cool stone felt great against her rear.
She reveled in the smooth, solid surface and watched Zac with consuming lust, and he stepped back from her.
He reached an arm over his shoulder, gripped the back of his shirt, and pulled it off over his head.
God, she loved it when guys did that. Especially ones with a body like that. Granite abs, huge pecs with that patch of brown hair, and oh the tattoos. Fuck, was she drooling? Whatever; he wouldn’t judge her because he appeared to be doing the same after having licked her senseless.
She squeezed her knees tightly together to quiet the growing need.
Her movement didn’t go unnoticed.
How did he have the ability to make her feel so sexy?
She wasn’t normally a lusty person; typically she satisfied her needs with her trusty vibrator and a spicy novel.
The ritual wasn’t anything to write home about, but it got the job done, and she’d be good for a week or two before whipping it out again.
But after the real deal? With Zac?
Damn.
She couldn’t wait to get her hands all over him and vice versa. And if the bulge below his harness was any indication, his wants were squarely aligned with hers.
Tabitha watched as his fingers—the same fingers that were still glistening from being inside of her—worked loose the buckle at his waist. The strap pulled free, and the harness fell to the ground.
Zac’s sigh of relief made her giggle.
He quirked a brow, strands of hair pulled loose from his neatly tied bun, and used his best scolding voice. “Is something funny, Tabitha?”
His use of her proper name sent a chill up her spine.
“Nothing from where I’m sitting,” she reassured. Suddenly emboldened, she spread her legs and ran her fingertips up her leg until they settled where she was still wet from his efforts. She continued to watch him as she slid a finger in and whimpered.
She didn’t get far before he stood in front of her.
But the moment he was within reach, she grabbed hold of his waistband.
She made quick work of his button and fly, allowing his cock to spring free.
Of all the parts of his body that had changed over the last decade and a half, that part of him wasn’t one of them.
It may seem weird to call a dick beautiful, but that man had the most perfectly shaped member she’d ever come across.
She licked her lips and leaned in like she was going to lay a gentle kiss on the throbbing tip, but instead, she took him all the way into her mouth, down to the hilt.
Zac arched his back in response, unable to hold back a low rumble in his throat.
“Goddammit, tabby cat.”
She slid back up to the tip, then back to the base—slow, fluid movements that made her wetter and wetter with each bob.
With one of her hands teasing around his base, the other was free to continue stroking herself.
His efforts not to pump into her were admirable, though not needed.
She wanted him to lose control. Take her exactly how he wanted.
“Don’t hold back with me,” she murmured against the underside of his cock between planting kisses and running her tongue all over.
“You sure?” he barely managed to croak.
She tried to nod while sucking him deeply again.
He chuckled and gathered up a fistful of her hair to hold her still then slid slowly back into her mouth. He withdrew just as slowly and then pumped back in with a bit more speed. The tentative cadence almost made her giggle because he was clearly trying to be gentle with her.
She reached up and gave his ass a sharp little slap.
“What was that for?” he rumbled low in his chest. Even as he asked, he still slid in and out of her mouth. Then pulled all the way back so she could answer.
“For being so gentle with me,” she taunted. “I’m not breakable, Zac.”
“You think I’m scared I’ll hurt you?” he asked.
Tabitha nodded and reached for his cock again.
But she didn’t get it. Instead, he crouched down in front of her, slid a hand around her throat, and whispered in her ear, “I’m trying to keep it together. Show restraint. Because if I don’t, you’ll destroy me, tabby cat. But if you want, I’ll take off the kid gloves.”
She nodded again and he rewarded her with a hard kiss.
Before she could blink he’d lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist. As he marched her toward the rock wall, he whipped her shirt up over her head and flung it to the ground.
And in a flash, her back was shoved against the cold granite of the wall, legs still tightly linked around his flexing waist.
The crinkle of foil tickled her senses as she realized he was rolling on a condom.
But instead of squaring himself up and pressing his magnificent cock into her, he set her on her feet.
“Turn and spread your legs, tabby cat.”
She gleefully obeyed. Shaking with so much anticipation, she faced the wall and slid her feet apart. Adding the little arch in her back to make him groan.
But again, instead of sliding into her, his hand cracked on one of her ass cheeks.
She yelped and turned to look over her shoulder.
Zac’s eyes were practically black with lust. “That’s for being so cold when we first ran into each other.”
Crack.
“That’s for wearing that flirty little sundress yesterday.”
Crack.
“That’s for answering your goddamned phone in my bed.”
Crack.
“And that’s for scaring the hell out of me today.”
Tabitha awaited another spank but instead, nearly purred when he lined the tip of his cock up with her. He teased her, pressing lightly into her while his hands gently caressed her ass where he’d surely left marks.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he demanded, raspy voice heavy with lust. His fingertips dug into her hips while he pressed his tip to her seam.
There was only one thing to say.
“Fuck me.”
No sooner had the words left her tongue than Zac shoved into her.
She wailed. Screamed his name in some drawn-out oath of passion.
He waited there but only long enough for her to adjust slightly to his size.
Then he pulled out and pushed back in. Over and over, the punishing onslaught of his thrusts made Tabitha’s arousal climb higher and higher.
It was almost too much. But with his groans and her name tumbling from his mouth she was happy to take it all.
She quickly neared another climax, but he pulled back when it was just out of reach.
She didn’t have time to be disappointed, though, because sooner than she felt the loss of him, he turned her to face him.
He pulled her sports bra up high on her chest to release her breasts.
He smothered them with kisses and licks, making sure to pay attention to each nipple.
And when she was sure she’d melt into a needy puddle, he barked out another order.
“Wrap those perfect legs around me.”
Zero hesitation from her. Except of course for the wobble in her legs, but that was his fault. He scooped his hands beneath her ass and seated her onto his dick. She wrapped her legs around him as she slid into place.
The cool granite scraped at her back, her hair tangling in the rough spots veining through the rock face. She loved it—the chill from behind and the blazing heat from the front.
And for an instant she was transported back sixteen years. Back to when they’d first met. Back when she’d first fallen for this incredible man.
I love you, tabby cat.
His words echoed through her ears as she neared what would certainly be the orgasm that shattered her. Ruined her for all other men.
But that was fine. Because as she reached the point of no return, she couldn’t think of a more perfect moment.
The ripples began low in her belly and spread outward, consuming her in shuddering ecstasy.
Her lover followed closely behind. Flexing and gasping for air as he dragged out a few more thrusts.
Just as desperate to keep the bliss and lust high enough to help them forget the reality around them.
They could be stuck on that ledge for hours, overnight even. And still . . .
It wouldn’t be long enough for Tabitha, because tomorrow she would say goodbye.