Chapter 37
Thirty-Seven
Louise
“Ican’t get enough of you,” he whispers against my skin, lips moving around my nipple still trapped there.
It’s like a cord strung tight, and with every nip and suckle and lashing from his tongue, it tingles all the way to my core. He closes his mouth and rubs his mustache across it, back and forth, the soft, bristly hairs driving me absolutely insane.
“Do I get my present now?” I ask around a breathless moan, tipping my head back against the floor when he drags his teeth over my other nipple, giving it the same adoring attention as the first.
He’s still pushed deep inside me, and with every tug on my sensitive nipples, another spasm tightens my inner muscles around him.
“Ohmygod, Zach, stahhpp,” I beg, wrapping my legs around his hips. “You’re driving me crazy doing that. It feels so good.”
I feel him grin against my flesh. “I can’t wait to make you come with my cock in your ass, Louise.”
My body reacts to his words, convulsing around him again. He groans low.
“You like when I talk about fucking this tight little hole, Princess? I’ve been daydreaming about it for weeks.” He drags his mustache over my nipple again before asking, “Have you ever let a man fuck you there?”
Swallowing hard, I tighten my fingers in his hair and shake my head. He raises his, peering up at me. I shake my head again, embarrassment heating my cheeks until it feels like they’re flaming.
He groans, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them. The heat in them… he liked that answer, apparently.
“I’m a little nervous,” I admit shakily. I can barely breathe the words out.
Climbing up my body, he grips my chin between his finger and thumb, guiding my mouth to his. “We don’t have to, Louise.”
I shake my head. “No, I want to.”
“We’ll take it slow,” he murmurs against my lips. I nod, a shiver racing up my spine. Nerves, excitement. I’m not sure which. “That’s part of the present. It’s just as much for me as it is for you. We’ll make sure it fits, baby.”
I groan as he pulls out, the mess we made together leaking out of me. I blush hard when Zach fixes my panties, covering me again, effectively catching the combined mess.
“Don’t waste any of it,” he drawls, then winks at me before hauling me to my feet. I sway where I stand, and he steadies me, wrapping his arms around me tight. He kisses me, then whispers, “Can I trust you to do as you're told now, Louise?”
I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting myself on my tiptoes to sink into another soul melting kiss. He swats my ass lightly, then releases me before guiding me back down the steps.
“On your stomach on the bed,” he instructs when we cross the threshold to the bedroom.
I spy the box from the picture he’d sent earlier, and he picks it up as I lift the navy-blue FD t-shirt over my head and toss it aside.
Shimmying out of my panties, I cringe at the wetness that drips down the inside of my thighs, but I crawl onto the bed, lowering onto my stomach.
Crossing my arms, I lower my cheek to my folded arms like a pillow.
Zach moves to the side of the bed, and I watch him from where I lay. He’s shucked the pants he was wearing and is as naked as I am as he opens the package in his hands. Leaning up on one elbow, I rest my cheek in my palm, watching him.
God, he’s just beautiful to look at.
The full floral sleeve tattoo is the only one he has, other than three tiny footprints beneath his left arm on his ribcage.
“Are those the girls’ footprints from when they were babies?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“Does the sleeve have any significance? The flowers, I mean?” I ask, tilting my head to watch as he opens the box. I still can’t see what’s inside.
“The florals I chose are the girls’ birth month flowers,” he says, glancing down at his own arm. “My own little garden.”
“I love that,” I whisper, my heart expanding for the love this man has for his daughters. “You’re a really good dad, Zach. I hope you know that.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs, smiling over at me. But then his gaze darkens as his eyes rove over my naked body. “But I don’t want to talk about being a dad when I’m about to fuck you.”
“Understood,” I laugh, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth. “I like how dirty you talk.”
He climbs onto the bed, pushing my shoulder until I’m once again lying flat on the mattress. Zach straddles my thighs, one knee on either side of my legs, and then I hear the crinkle of a bag. A bottle cap flips open with a click, and I shriek in surprise when something cool hits my back.
“Sorry,” Zach laughs, quickly tossing the bottle aside. “It’s massage oil. Should have warmed it up with my hands first.”
He uses those hands to smooth the oil over my back, kneading and applying pressure to all the spots that pull the most pathetic noises out of me. “Your hands are like magic.”
“You might not think so when I’m done turning this ass red for flirting with Chief,” he drawls, lowering his hand enough to squeeze a handful of one of my ass cheeks. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about punishing you for being a brat earlier.”
That same hand slides down further, between my cheeks, then slips two fingers between my folds. I shift my hips, widening my thighs as much as I can with his pinning mine closed. He groans, playing with the slickness there.
“Do you trust me to make you feel good and not to hurt you any more than what you can handle?” he asks quietly.
I swallow hard, hesitating. Not because I don’t trust him… but what kind of hurt?
He must sense my uncertainty, leaning down to say, “I promise you I’m not going to hurt you here—” he moves his fingers, slick with my arousal and our earlier releases, up to circle that tight little hole.
“I would never dream of hurting you. If it’s too much, you tell me, and we stop.
No questions asked. I swear it, Louise. Do you trust me? ”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding where my cheek is pressed to my folded arms again. “Yes, I trust you, Zach.”
“Good girl.” His fingers are still circling, pressing. My body opens for him and he groans against the back of my neck as his thumb slides in past that first tight ring. “There you go. We have all night. We go as slow as you need.”
He continues to play, sliding his thumb in and out, letting me adjust to the foreignness of it all. It feels strange, but so good. I want more. But he pulls his hands away too soon, and I moan in displeasure.
Zach chuckles, reaching across the bed and picking up one of the pillows, then guides me to lift my hips, shoving the pillow underneath me.
It raises my hips just a little, bringing my ass up in the air, my chest still flush against the mattress.
He then picks up something else before bringing it in front of my face, and I blush hot all over.
It’s a small, egg shaped vibrator with a tail that curves upward. “I’m going to put this inside you, and this part—” he says, showing me the smaller end, “—is going to be on your clit. Tell me yes, Princess.”
“Yes.”
“So good when you listen,” he breathes, then leans up. He shifts on the bed, removing one of his thighs from beside me so he can spread my legs. I make to move, to lift my hips, but he tsks. “Just stay right where you are. Let me do this.”
“Ohmygod,” I groan, pressing my forehead to the mattress when he pushes the toy inside my pussy.
He presses a button and it comes to life inside me, vibrating against my g-spot, jolting a moan out of me.
Zach reaches beneath me to bring the other end that is also vibrating to my clit.
With me on my stomach, the pillow beneath my hips, the toy stays in place easily, lighting me up.
It’s on the lowest setting, not enough to get me off quickly, but a slow, torturous build up that when I do come, I know it’s going to end me.
Zach presses my thighs closed again. “Good girl. Stay just like that, baby.”
Another package opens, and this time when he shows me, my mouth drops open. Holy shit.
Two silver plugs, a pink jewel at the wide base of each one. One is smaller, the second larger. My pussy clenches around the vibrating toy inside me in anticipation.
“We’re going to get you ready for me, okay?” he asks, and I nod. He sets the larger one down, holding the smaller one in his fingers. “We’ll start with this one, and then move to the next. There’s a third, if we need it. You can come as many times as you need to.”
“Holy shit,” I moan, burying my face in the mattress again.
Another cap flip clicks, and I turn to see him toss a bottle of lube to the bed beside us. Then, his fingers are there again, pressing and circling and teasing.
At the press of cold metal to that spot, I stop breathing. With my hips raised by the pillow, my cheeks are spread for him. He pushes the tapered plug in slowly, so slowly I think I might die. It’s not big but just terrifying enough to make me tremble. It’s tight.
“Breathe,” he whispers in my ear, and I do. “Release.”
The plug slides in on my exhale, and I bite the bedspread on a full out moan. The plug is pressing against the vibrator inside my pussy, which is pushing it against that glorious spot inside, and I see fucking stars.
“You’re doing so good,” he breathes, drawing his mouth along my shoulder. “You can come, Louise. I know you need to.”
I’m nodding frantically into the mattress, my hips moving, grinding my clit against the extra stimulation.
And then his palm cracks hard against my ass. I cry out, mouth dropping open, and I’m coming.
His palm soothes the sting of the hurt as I shake with the ferocity of my orgasm. “Holy fuck, Zach! Zach, I can’t—” I mewl pathetically, my chest heaving. “Ohmygoddd.”
The vibrations never stop, overstimulating me until it passes, but not a full respite.
Zach pulls the plug out and I sob, my entire body sagging into the bed. Another click of the cap, and then I feel him pressing against it again. The larger, bulbous plug stretches me wider. It aches, almost to the point of pain.
“You can take it,” he growls low, and I can sense the control he’s desperately holding onto is fraying rapidly. “Almost there, Princess. Open for me.”
It slips inside and I sob, shaking as it presses against the vibrator again.
Another sharp blow to my ass cheek. This one hard enough to make my breathing halt.
“That’s for flirting with my boss,” he rasps, smoothing his palm over it before bringing it down in another hard crack.
“Fucckkk, Louise. Your ass is so pretty with my handprint. And this pretty little jewel.” He teases the plug, wiggling it and making it bump against the vibrator that’s rapidly drawing me toward another orgasm.
“This might be my favorite piece of jewelry I’ve ever bought, Princess.
You make me so goddamn hard I can’t think. ”
“Zach, Zach please,” I cry, sweat breaking out over my entire body. “I want to come on your cock. Please.”
Zach straddles my thighs again and I moan when I feel him, heavy and so hard, against the seam of my ass. That click of the bottle again, and I know he’s spreading it over his length. “I need you to come one more time so I can slide inside you while you’re coming.”
It’s not a request.
My entire body is trembling, on the brink. He bridges his arms over me, lowering so that his chest is flush against my back.
Drawing his mouth over the back of my neck, he breathes, “Be a good girl and come for me. I need to feel you. I need to be inside you.”
“Oh god,” I whine, my breath stuttering, and then I’m coming again. Harder than before, my entire being so overstimulated I don’t know that I can take anymore.
The plug is pulled out, and before I can even catch my breath, I feel the blunt head of his dick at that tight hole. He presses against me and the head slides in. “Oh fuck, Louise, baby. I can feel you coming—”
“Please,” I sob, nodding, twisting my head.
Zach pushes in, slowly, so fucking slowly. His forehead drops to the spot between my shoulder blades as he sinks in deeper.
He’s so big. “Ohhh,” I whine, shifting my ass against him.
“You’re doing so good, Louise,” he praises, his words rough as gravel. Smoothing his hand over my side and down the outside curve of my ass, he eases out just a little before pushing back in. “Open up for me, baby. Good girl. Breathe and let me in.”
“Zach.” I reach behind me with one hand, reaching blindly for him, and the hand at my hip folds over mine, clasping tight as he slides in a little further.
“I can feel the vibrator,” he moans raggedly, and dear god, what is it about male moans and whimpers that are just top tier sexy?
He slides one hand between my cheek and the mattress, cupping my jaw and turning my head toward him. He kisses me. Tears prick my eyes, because this… this is so much more than I anticipated.
When he bottoms out, his cock buried as deep as my body will take him, his mouth drops open. “Louise.”
There’s so much emotion packed into my name, into the way it falls from his lips.
Part plea. Part prayer.
Part confession.