Chapter 11
11
“Bethany, thank God! What the fuck is going on?” Keely screamed in her ear the moment she answered the phone.
“Why? What’s happened?” Bethany’s eyes darted to where Zach sat next to her, his fingers swirling dangerously up her thigh. Even through the fabric of the white Capri pants she wore, his touch electrified her.
There were several other seats on the plane, but he’d chosen the seat right next to her. And of course he knew his proximity was playing havoc with her thinking abilities because he was wearing a smug, sexy smile.
“I had a case of vintage Dom Perignon and the most gorgeous purple calla lilies delivered to my apartment this morning,” Keely all but yelled.
“And that’s bad, why?”
“It was signed, ‘Thanks for my Peaches.’ I have no idea where they came from or who the fuck Peaches is. But it was signed with a Z… so…?”
Bethany’s eyes widened at Zach, and his smile grew when she mouthed, WTF? When her gaze promised hell, he answered by moving his fingers higher until they grazed her mound.
The lack of panties made his touch extra sensitive. Her breath caught, and she bit her lip hard to stop from groaning. He’d just taken her, with a condom, in his luxury bedroom at the back of the plane barely half an hour ago, and yet she burned for him more intensely than ever. The depth of the consuming need was terrifying her, hence her need to connect with Keely. Her best friend brought a refreshing dose of sanity, which she’d felt slipping from her ever since she’d clapped eyes on Zach Savage.
“Hey, you there?”
“Yes, Keel, I’m here, but I’m on a plane, so I don’t know how good the connection is?—”
“The connection is perfect,” Zach volunteered loud enough for Keely to hear.
“Right… Can someone with a good command of English please tell me what’s going on?” Keely demanded, her voice crackling with impatience.
Zach calmly held out his free hand for the phone. Bethany raised a brow and pursed her mouth. He retaliated by pressing his fingers harder between her legs. She quickly relinquished the phone.
He tapped the speaker button and propped the phone on his knee. “Keely, it’s Zachary Savage.”
“Hey.”
Zach’s mouth did that one-side tilt thing that made her clit throb. “I wanted to show my appreciation in getting Bethany to sign up for The Indigo Lounge tour and for getting her to Newark on Sunday. I understand you had a big role to play in that.”
“Yep, it was all me,” Keely replied smugly.
“I hope you like the champagne and flowers.”
“A case of vintage Oenothèque champagne worth ten thousand dollars? What’s not to like? But what’s with the Peaches?”
He turned his head and watched her, still with that smile. “Do you mind if I don’t divulge that?” His eyes raked slowly over Bethany. When they reached where his fingers rested, they darkened a touch before they rose to meet hers again.
He was aroused. Deeply, erotically, hungrily aroused just by looking at her.
Bethany couldn’t wrap her mind around that.
“Well, okay, sure. But promise me one thing?” her friend demanded.
Zach rasped, “I’ll try.”
“Whatever you do, don’t fucking graduate to calling each other Honey Boo Boo. I don’t want to puke into my Dom P.”
“You’re welcome, Keely.”
She grunted. “You’ll keep, Zachary Savage. Just look after my girl, or I’ll come after you with a blunt instrument. Dom Perignon or no Dom Perignon.”
His grey eyes danced with merriment. “Understood.” He took the phone off speaker and passed it back to her.
“You’re okay?” Bethany asked.
“As long as you are. I’m keeping Iron Balls updated with news of Aunt Mel. She’s getting worse by the day.”
Bethany laughed then sighed. “As long as you make sure my Aunt Mel makes a miraculous recovery before I come back, I’ll let you run with it. Karma can be a bitch, and I’m not having my aunt’s life toyed with.”
“Don’t worry, I told you I’ve got your back. Umm, am I still on speaker?”
Her gaze flickered to Zach. He’d leaned his head against the headrest but his eyes were still trained on her. “No,” she said.
“So everything okay with you? Is he treating you well? Are you having fun?”
“Yes, yes and yes.”
“Great. Keep it that way. And keep in touch, for God’s sake. You know how much I hate to be left hanging.”
“I will. Bye, Keely. Love you.”
She rang off. Zach continued to watch her. “What?”
“I like her.”
She paused to consider if his words were meant to be superficial or not, then berated herself for trying to read too much into the situation. “Good. She’s important to me.”
His gaze turned speculative. “How important?”
“Are there categories of important?”
He shrugged. “I just want to know if I have to compete with her for your attention once we return to the real world.”
About to answer in the negative, she paused. “She’s been there for me every time I’ve needed her.”
His gaze bore into hers. “And how badly have you needed her?”
“Very badly six months ago. And a lot since then. She’s been my rock.” Despite her effort to not sound shaky, he heard the slight tremble in her voice. His nostrils flared slightly, a sign that she’d come to recognize meant he was seriously pissed about something.
“Tell me what that asshole did to you.”
“Who, Chris?” She shrugged, but the burn of humiliation seared her insides. “He decided he preferred other assholes. Literally. And of the male persuasion.”
Zach’s eyes widened. Then his jaw tightened. The hand on her mound slid lower, gripped her harder, possessively. That hold centered her, made her think of no one else, nothing else but him.
“He told you he preferred men?”
“He didn’t just tell me. He called me after work one Friday night and asked me to meet him. I thought we were going for our regular drinks and dinner. Instead he introduced me to his gay lover at a bar we frequented. Then said gay lover came with him to the apartment we shared and helped him pack his belongings. Turns out they’d been apartment-hunting for a few weeks—weeks I thought he was away for work. They’d decided they wanted to make it official once they’d found a place to live. They’re living together in a loft in Soho.”
“Fuck.” He cupped her nape and lifted her into his lap. Once he’d settled her comfortably, his hand returned to its position between her thighs. “You know what he is?” he grated out.
The tears tightening her throat made it hard to speak. She shook her head.
“He’s a coward and an asshole. Any guy who needs moral support to break things off doesn’t deserve you. And any guy who can’t see what a priceless treasure you are didn’t deserve to have you in the first place.”
The rush of tears surprised the hell out of her when it really shouldn’t have. She was going through a whole new level of experiences with Zach. Experiences that she knew would shock the hell out of her before this thing was over.
Blinking back the tears clouding her vision, she tried to laugh but only managed a croaky cough. “You’re earning yourself serious brownie points right now.”
He grimaced. “I’ll take them. But I don’t need them to tell you how beautiful you are. How utterly gorgeous and sexy and generous and warm-hearted. How endlessly mesmerizing. He couldn’t see that, so it’s his loss.”
This time, she couldn’t stop the flood. Cursing, he brushed them away with his thumb.
“Don’t cry, baby. Not for a dickhead like that.”
“I’m not crying for him. I’m crying because… because…” She shook her head. “Thank you.”
“For stating the truth? For wanting you to see that you deserve to be worshipped? I intend to tell you that often and consistently. Until you believe it.”
“You make me want to believe it. When you touch me, I feel beautiful.”
“That’s because you are. Every. Single. Inch. Of you. Every time I’m with you, I want to show you how beautiful you are. Hell, Peaches, I walk around with my dick hard enough to hammer nails. I’m surprised there’s enough blood left in my brain to be able to put one foot in front of the other.”
She laughed, and the intensity in his eyes eased, but not the hunger. The hunger was always there. And the fact that it was aimed at her turned her on so hard she trembled.
“You’re getting that look again,” he mused.
“What look?”
“That glazed look that tells me you’re thinking naughty thoughts.” His hand slipped from her nape and into her hair, caressing her scalp before fisting his fingers in a possessive hold.
“Can you blame me? I can feel your thick, beautiful cock underneath my ass. You’re saying beautiful things to me. Between your mouth and your cock, I’m hopelessly lost and shamelessly addicted. I want you so much, Zach. So very badly.”
He groaned and rested his forehead against hers. “I want you, too. But as much as I want to do something precise and pleasurable about it right now, we can’t. We’re landing in less than ten minutes.”
She jerked upright. “Really?”
Craning her neck, she looked out of the nearest window. All she could see was arid, hauntingly beautiful desert interspersed with isolated clumps of greenery.
“Yep. And don’t look so disappointed. I intend to satisfy every single craving you’ve ever had.” He returned her to her seat, leaned across and secured her seatbelt. “Now repeat after me. Often and thoroughly.”
“Often and thoroughly.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
* * *
Zach watched Bethany closely as she got her first glimpse of Marrakech. It wasn’t for everybody. Certainly, when he’d brought Sadie here, she’d complained long and loudly about the humidity and the heat.
Whereas he didn’t mind. Growing up in Louisiana had meant long sultry summers. And while he had wished himself away from his birthplace long before he escaped, there was something about heat that he’d found deeply arousing and almost spiritual.
The summers he’d spent with his mother, when she’d been lucid enough to function, had been special.
Pain sliced through him, but he pushed it away and concentrated on the woman next to him.
The woman whom he was beginning to suspect could burrow under his skin if he let down his guard. The woman he couldn’t get nearly enough of no matter how much they fucked.
And boy, did he love fucking her.
“Where are we now?” she asked as their air-conditioned, partitioned jeep drove through streets teeming with jellebah-clad locals and eager tourists.
“We’re passing through the Old Town. Over there is the Medina, the historical district.”
Her head whipped toward where he pointed, her eyes wide with pleasure.
“You like it?”
She smiled. “I love what I’ve seen so far. How far to your place?”
He nodded towards the snow-capped Atlas Mountains, which soared in the distance. “Half an hour away. The chopper would’ve been quicker, but I wanted you to see the city up close.”
“Why Marrakech?”
Zach hesitated, ingrained self-preservation triggers kicking in. The thought that perhaps Marrakech wasn’t the right destination choice fleeted through his mind. When her smile began to dim, he gritted his teeth. “I backpacked through Africa six years ago. Morocco was one of my stops. It grew on me, so I bought a place down here.”
Her face brightened again, and he realized he’d been holding his breath. He released it and moved closer to her. It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that he floundered every time he revealed a little bit more of himself. With Bethany, he felt obliged to share parts of himself he’d never revealed to anyone, not because he wanted to, but because he saw how much it meant to her.
“I can’t imagine you backpacking.”
His smile felt tight. The backpacking in itself was no big deal. It was the reason behind it that he didn’t want to reveal. “Well, I did. All the way, even down to the flip-flops.”
“Hmmm, flip-flops… sexy.” She swayed toward him. He closed the distance and rubbed his thumb over her lips. When her vivid blue eyes darkened, he groaned and pulled back.
“We need to watch it. I won’t be able to control myself once I start kissing you.” He couldn’t indulge his need for her right now, but the jeep’s windows were tinted enough that he could slide his hand down her thighs to rest it between her legs, in that place where he most desired to be.
When she jerked against his touch, he grew harder. God, he’d couldn’t remember when he’d been this hard this constantly. If he didn’t love fucking her so much it would be a damn inconvenience.
“Maybe we should’ve taken the chopper after all,” she murmured, her gaze on the very telling evidence of his excitement beneath his jeans.
“Trust me, Peaches, I won’t make that mistake again.” Grabbing her hand, he placed it over his erection then groaned again when the pain threatened to eviscerate him.
Out of sight of Philip, who was behind the wheel, he pressed her hand harder onto his straining hard-on and worked her palm up and down.
He watched her face, watched her excitement grow as he grew thicker in her grasp. When her tongue circled her lips, he bit back a filthy curse. He caught her nape and dragged her close.
“Stop doing that,” he warned in her ear.
“Zach, you’ve trapped my hand under yours,” she whispered back fiercely.
“I don’t mean that. I mean what you’re doing with your tongue. It makes me think you want to suck my cock all the way to the back of your throat and thoroughly enjoy doing it.”
Her free hand clamped hard on his thigh. “What if I want to do just that?” she responded boldly. “You have an exceptionally beautiful cock.”
“Then I say you’ll get your chance sooner rather than later.”
He pulled away and pressed the intercom that connected to the front. “We’re done with the scenic route, Philip. Get us to the house asap.” He sat back and watched a delicate wave of heat wash over her face. “Now’s not the time to be coy, Peaches. You’ve stated a wish, and it’s my duty to fulfill it.”
She laughed, a husky sound that triggered a pleasurable hum inside him. “You’re about to get a blow job, and you’re making it sound like you’re doing me a favor?”
“I intend to make it a pleasurable experience for both of us. And never doubt it, baby, I’ll take care of you before we’re done.”
He watched her swallow and take a deep breath. He tried a few of those himself and felt marginally more in control of his violent hunger.
“How long before we get there?” The strain in her voice mirrored how he felt.
“Ten minutes.”
“Okay, I need a distraction. So you sent Keely champagne and flowers. Care to discuss?”
“There’s nothing to discuss. I meant what I said. I wanted to show her my appreciation.”
“But you don’t know her from Eve. What makes you think she wouldn’t have run to the nearest tabloid to sell her story once she knew you sent her the present?”
“I trusted that you wouldn’t be friends with someone like that.”
She sucked in a breath as her stunning eyes connected with his. “I… Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He refrained from telling her he’d had Keely quietly vetted. He didn’t regret taking the precaution. He’d been too badly burned in the past to take risks on faith anymore.
But he trusted Bethany. Something about her made him want to let go of his rigid trust issues.
“You’re still looking at me as if I have an ulterior motive,” he said.
“It’s not that. I guess I’m a little puzzled. When I searched for you on the internet, I found next to nothing about you personally. And yet, here you are, three days after meeting me, putting yourself out in public with little care for the risks involved.”
“Some risks are worth taking.”
Her eyes widened. “And I’m one of them?”
He nodded. “I’ve only known you for three days, nevertheless I’ve taken risks with you that I’ve never taken with anyone else. I could get seriously burned here, but I’m willing to take the step.”
“Zach… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything. Just keep giving me what you’re giving me—your companionship and that gorgeous body.”
“You have it.” She breathed out her response with such fervor that he felt lightheaded.
Jesus. She was so amazing. So giving. The hunger, which had almost consumed him when he’d first set eyes on her, intensified. At this rate, he’d be on his knees day and night for her if he wasn’t careful.
With relief, he saw Philip turn onto the long private dirt road that led to his place. Of all his homes, this was the one he was most proud of. He couldn’t wait to show it off to Bethany. Right after he’d fucked her. And came in her mouth. And fucked her some more.
His hand tightened on her nape. She jerked but didn’t pull away. He liked that. Loved the fact that she wasn’t scared of how demanding he could be. She wasn’t scared of his hunger for her.
It would make the next several days all the more enjoyable, knowing that he didn’t have to hold back.
Even more so once he’d shown her the delights of his toy room.
* * *
Zach’s place was more like a palace.
It was stunning. There was only one drawback.
Water flowed everywhere.
The old fear slammed into Bethany with the force of a hurricane and kept slamming into her when, with each room they passed, all she saw was a view of the various water features outside.
Zach was too intent on reaching his destination—his bedroom, she suspected—to notice her tension. Bethany was glad of that because it was one way of combatting the fear and anxiety rushing through her.
Rich tapestries and gleaming marble floors whizzed by as they almost jogged through rooms filled with history and beauty.
His suite, once they reached it, was equally breathtaking. The raised bed, one of the largest she’d ever seen, made a bold statement that set her pulse racing.
Beyond the wide muslin-curtained windows, the sound of a fountain tinkled.
Inside, the tension in the air grew as Zach tracked her to where she dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes. His chest heaved as he took deep breaths.
Taking her time, she plucked her Oliver Peoples sunglasses off her head and placed them on the tallboy nearby.
Then she took off her Capri pants and the dark gold linen and lace sleeveless top.
Cool air from discreet air-conditioners washed over her heated skin, causing goosebumps of anticipation. She stood only in the indigo bra she’d bought in Paris and changed into after their sex session on the plane.
Zach’s gaze took in the color, dropped to her panty-less crotch, and his breath hissed out. “You’re wearing my favorite color.”
“Do you like it?”
He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Come over here and I’ll let you know.”
Before she’d taken a step, he was shrugging off his white shirt. The sight of his glorious torso made her insides melt and her mouth water. He was so gorgeous. His face was a work of art, and his body made hers sing in worship. She still had a hard time believing he was truly into her.
She reached him and stopped. As he worked his jeans button free and lowered his zipper, he continued to watch her.
“What do you want to do, Peaches?” he rasped.
She wet her lower lip. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
He closed his eyes for a few control-gathering seconds as he pushed his jeans off and kicked them away. When she stepped closer and grasped his waist, his eyes flew open.
Keeping hers on him, she slowly sank to her knees.
He groaned long and rough. “God, seeing you on your knees makes me so fucking hard.”
Her fingers whispered over the erection tenting his boxers, and she smiled. “You’re already hard, Zach.”
“Harder then. So much harder. I feel as if I’m about to explode, baby.” Fervid fingers freed her loosely held hair from its clasp.
“Not just yet. I want to taste you for a little while.” She ran her hands up his thighs, felt the warm, corded muscle beneath her touch.
“Fuck, yes.” He cradled the back of her skull in an urgent caress. “I need you so much, baby.” His face was a stark mask of raw desire.
She cupped his balls and felt them tightened in her palm. “I need you too.”
Wetting her lips some more, she took his wide head in her mouth. He jerked against her and cursed.
She played her tongue over the ridged edge and felt the blood surge under the velvety skin.
“Christ!”
Having learned very quickly that Zach didn’t like losing control for very long, Bethany decided to move fast. She swirled her tongue over him and took his cock as far into her mouth as she could. He filled her, his thick veins pulsing with power and vitality as she sucked him.
She smiled in feminine pride as he groaned his appreciation. “Oh, Peaches, you’re so very good at that.” As she’d known he would, he soon took over. With both hands cupping the back of her head, Zach rocked his cock in her mouth, establishing a rhythm that had him hitting the back of her throat over and over again.
The hotness of it was so decadent, so beautifully filthy, liquid heat dampened her sex and her clit swelled.
“Look at me, Bethany.” She tilted her head and stared into heavy-lidded, aroused eyes. “You love having me at your mercy, don’t you? Love seeing me this undone?”
“Hmm.” Her hummed answer made him jerk harder as her vibrating glands hit his sensitive head.
“God, you’re going to make me come!”
“Hmmm,” she tried again.
His thighs shook and his balls contracted. The first gush of semen made her almost gag. She struggled to swallow as much of his warm, salty taste as she could.
He drew back.
She gulped in air and grasped the root of his cock. “More,” she demanded.
“Jesus! How fucking greedy are you?” He slammed back in and stayed there, spurting harder into her mouth. Deep shudders shook him from head to toe as he emptied himself completely.
Bethany couldn’t get enough. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked every last drop until he pulled out with a pained grimace. He was still semi-hard. Zach never went completely soft. It was almost as if he was primed at all times to fulfill her every need.
“Baby, I think you’ve sucked me dry.” Tilting her chin, he took her mouth in a hot kiss before he lifted her up off the floor. “I think it’s only fair I reciprocate.”
He tossed her onto his bed then watched with hungry eyes as she wiggled on her back to the middle. “Take off your bra. It’s so pretty, and I don’t want to ruin it.”
With shaky hands, she unclipped her bra and threw it at him. He caught it with his teeth and pretended to maul it. Laughing despite the desire snaking through her belly, she settled deeper into the mattress.
He flung the bra away and prowled onto the bed. Nuzzling the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply. “You smell so good. And I bet you’re soaking wet, too. Did you get that way from sucking me off, Peaches?”
“Yes,” she said breathily.
Grabbing a pillow, he placed it next to her hip. “Turn over and lie on the pillow for me.” He waited until she complied. “Now I want you to spread your legs. As wide as you can.”
Heart pumping loud enough to deafen her, Bethany spread her legs. But he wasn’t satisfied.
“Come on, baby. You can do better than that,” he encouraged.
She stretched wider, until her legs were almost perpendicular to her body, and her sex was wide open to his scorching gaze.
Bethany flushed with embarrassment and acute anticipation. She was unbelievably wet from having him at her mercy, from feeling his life force pump down her throat. She’d never felt more exposed. Or more excited.
Zach made a sound of approval in his throat and positioned himself between her legs. His hands slid over her ass and slapped both globes. She gasped as the sting of pain mingled with her excitement to make her even wetter. He slapped her again, then groaned.
“So pink. So gorgeous. So very wet for me. You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
She whimpered, the need to have his mouth right there a cloying necessity consuming her from the inside.
“Zach, please!”
“Soon, baby. Right now I just want to look at you.”
“Do it, please. God, please do it.” She clawed her hair to one side and turned to watch him. The acute hunger on his face almost stopped her breath. But she’d come to learn that he wouldn’t give in to it until he was good and ready.
Frustrated, she started to turn. A sharp slap on her ass had her holding still. “That’s not fair, Zach!”
“Oh, but it is. You had me at your mercy just now. I wasn’t ready to come, but you worked me with that wicked tongue and that gorgeous mouth of yours. I blew my load long before I was ready. Now, it’s your turn to suffer.”
He lowered his head and blew a hot breath on her clit. He held her down as she jerked, then he blew again and grazed his teeth over her nerve-filled nub.
“Oh!”
“More?”
“Yes!”
He flicked his tongue several times and then pulled her clit into his mouth, then proceeded to suck on it like it was his favorite candy.
Brutal pleasure screamed through her. Stars danced behind her clamped eyelids. Tension screamed through her thighs as her sex clenched around his probing tongue.
“So fucking greedy,” he crooned.
He stabbed his tongue deeper. Bethany bit down hard on the pillow to stop her from begging him to finish her off. Sliding his fingers through her wet slit, he worked his way to her other tight opening. At the first touch of his thumb pressing down, a different sort of pleasure ploughed through her.
The triple sensation of finger, tongue and mouth pushed her over the edge. She gushed into his mouth, screaming her climax. Shudders rolled over her as he drank her in, his tongue lapping her, over and over, as he swallowed every creamy drop.
Caressing his body over hers, he rested on his elbows and nuzzled his cheek against hers. “Feel good?”
“Hmmm. Better than good.” She felt limp, floating on a sea of sheer bliss. Somehow, she found the strength to lower her legs, grateful when he didn’t protest.
Of course, she found out a second later that he had other plans when he flipped her over and positioned his cock at her entrance.
As she gazed up into his gorgeous face, renewed excitement slammed inside her. The ravenous hunger was still there. When he kissed her with bruising intensity, she tasted her juices on his lips. The mouth that had devoured her sex moments ago now devoured her mouth. Then he was trailing hot kisses all over her face, along her jaw to her earlobe.
“Condom or no?” he rasped in her ear.
Although she’d known this moment would come, Bethany froze at the question. She was stepping into totally unknown territory here. And not just physically. This was a first for both of them. Once she took this step, there would be no going back.
But she’d already strayed further out of her comfort zone than she’d ever done before. The moment she’d set eyes on Zachary Savage, she’d been lost. He was like no other man she’d ever met.
And when he said he would protect her, she believed him.
She looked into his eyes. “I want to feel your skin against mine. Inside me.”
His eyes darkened and his breath punched from his chest. “Peaches,” he breathed.
One hand slid beneath her nape, and the other caught her knee and curved it over his hip.
Slowly, he slid into her, inch by delicious inch. The sensation was glorious, raw and earthy. Her tissues, swollen by the force of her earlier orgasm, stretched as he pushed deeper inside her. The head of his cock touched the edge of her womb, brushed that secret place which made her whole body tingle with super-sensitive delight.
“Zach…”
“I know, baby. I feel it too.” Jaw gritted tight, he pulled back and glanced down her body to his cock, glistening with her slick juices. “God,” he groaned. He slammed back inside her, his movements not as refined as before. A deep shudder rocked him from head to toe. She bit her lip with the profound knowledge that she was doing this to him.
Bethany stretched her legs wider to accommodate him, to accommodate the overwhelming sensation of being fucked raw for the first time in her life. When he lowered his head, she surged up to meet his kiss.
Her mouth fused to his, and clinging on to his shoulders for dear life, she met him thrust for thrust, sucking him greedily into her body each time. His groans escalated into prolonged moans as he fought for breath.
Ecstasy danced close, teasing her with its promise of the best climax of her life. The anticipation was almost as bad as the unraveling. “Oh, God… I can’t… It’s too much, Zach!”
He fisted her hair and held her still. “You can. Just a little bit longer, baby. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” He rocked his hips in a series of deep stabbing moves that had her gasping.
“It’s worth it now. More than worth it. Please… I want to come so bad!” She tightened her thighs around his waist and squeezed, feeling the tell-tale euphoria steal over her.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze me with your sweet, tight cunt.” He lowered his head and pulled one hard nipple into his mouth.
The sensation transmitted straight to the hunger between her legs, causing her muscles to spasm. She came long and hard, with a force that rocked her from head to toe.
“Fuck!” Zach groaned. “I’m going to come so hard for you, Peaches.” His shouted release was the deepest she’d heard. Hot semen flooded inside her with such force that she feared she would drown from it. Endlessly he spurted, his gasps music to her ears as he shuddered helplessly in her arms.
The thought that this was his first time too sent a powerful sensation through her. She soothed a hand down his back until his shudders gentled into occasional spasms, and she didn’t care one iota that his weight crushed her into the bed.
After endless minutes, he lifted his head. “I’m sorry, I know I’m crushing you, but I can’t move.” His body jerked again.
“I’m okay. Besides, I can’t move either.”
He laughed, then relaxed back into her arms. “Hey, Peaches?”
“Hmm?”
“You might want to consider getting full-body insurance. I can’t promise that you won’t be permanently bow-legged by the time I’m done with you.”
“Ditto,” she whispered in his ear.
His deep laugh resonated within her. “Let’s hit the shower, then I’m giving you the grand tour.”