39. Garrett #2
We quickly shed our clothes until we’re standing in nothing but glorious nakedness. All I’m capable of is staring at my best friend, the ability to speak gone.
Zara’s gaze is a mirror of mine, taking in my body the same way I’m perusing hers. Her eyes linger on my tattoos and the scars that war has left behind. Scars I’ve never told her about. That I’ve never told anyone about, other than those in the military with the necessary clearance.
I’ve always thought she was beautiful, but seeing her like this, like a bronzed goddess from one of the African myths she loved as a kid, is too much. I’m almost afraid to touch her in case she vanishes, like smoke on a breeze.
Afraid of somehow messing this all up.
I skim trembling fingers on the silky skin of her shoulder and down her arms to her breasts. Her sultry, rose-brown nipples beckon for my touch, and a groan slips out from deep in my chest.
Christ, I want to explore every part of her body, learn her through and through.
Know what sounds she makes when she’s close to coming with me inside her.
What sounds she makes when she falls apart.
I want to see what pushes her to the edge, what makes her whimper, gasp, call out my name. What makes her shatter in my arms.
I want to know everything.
I lean down and tease a taut nipple with the tip of my tongue, circle it, draw it into my mouth, suck on it hard .
“Oh. Yes. Garrett.” Zara tangles her fingers in my hair, tugging on it. The sharp pull on my scalp makes my cock grow that much harder.
I continue tormenting her nipples, first one and then the other.
My hands trailing along her sides, I sink to my knees. “I’ve been waiting all day to taste you.” All day. All week. All time.
Her breath hitches and her beautiful brown eyes widen with an array of emotions, lust shining the brightest.
I lift her feet, one at a time, onto the mattress, opening her up to me.
Modesty has her closing her knees, and I gently guide them apart. “Keep open. I want to see you.” I take my time appreciating the sight, the buffet laid out, groaning at the delicacies awaiting me.
Her delectable scent has me desperate to taste her, to eat her out. To send her soaring to the stars as she chants my name.
Zara leans back on her arms, her eyelids heavy, and I take a mental picture to have something to remember her by this weekend. To keep me going during those moments when I miss her the most.
I separate her folds and feast on her with my tongue, drawing out her moans, her greedy gasps. I lick every sip of her divine taste, not wanting to miss a single drop. Her needy sounds encourage me to keep going, and I push my finger inside her, eager for her soft heat to wrap around it.
Zara’s fingers tighten in my hair again, causing me another shot of pleasure and pain. Damn, even without me saying anything, she instinctively knows what I need, what I crave.
I slip another finger inside her.
I work her body with my fingers and my mouth, pushing her to the edge of release, enjoying her sweet taste, her sweet whimpers, her sweet moans.
“I’m going to come.” Zara’s warning rides out on a groan. “Want you. Inside. Me. Now.”
“Not yet. We’re trying a new experiment.”
Her eyebrows lift. Interest gleams in her eyes. “What experiment?”
“We’re going to see if two orgasms are better than one. Maybe it will be enough to keep the pain threshold elevated for almost forty-eight hours instead of only twenty-four. ”
And if it doesn’t…well, I still get to enjoy watching her fall apart, not once but twice.
Zara’s lips curve to one side. “I knew there was a reason I loved science. And ex-ahhhhhhh,” she cries out in response to my fingers thrusting inside her, my thumb circling her clit.
Her soft heat pulsates around my fingers, drawing them in, and I come close to groaning at the thought of it around my cock shortly. She flops on the bed, falling apart against my fingers, her knees squeezing together.
While she recovers from the first of the orgasms I plan to give her tonight, I open the nightstand drawer and remove the unopened box of condoms. “You bought a supersized box?”
She makes a small agreeing noise. “I believe in being prepared.”
I frown at the box. We agreed to end our kissing arrangement if Zara wanted to start seeing someone else, but we haven’t laid any ground rules for the pain-reducing orgasms. “Prepared? As in, having sex with other men…in addition to me?”
Zara snorts out an affronted laugh. “Exactly how much time do you think I have in a day with everything else going on in my life right now?”
Fair point. “Does that mean it’s just me?” Please, tell me it’s just me.
“It’s just you.” She nods at the box in my hand. “So, are you gonna put on a condom so we can return to our science experiment?”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Chuckling, I rip open the box like a starved bear who just found a wrapped steak, and I remove a foil square.
Zara yanks it from my fingers and rips open the package. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, she pumps her hand along my hard length several times.
My cock jerks in response, and a deep groan slips out of me. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
My favorite grin spreads across her perfectly lush, kiss-swollen lips. “You’re very bossy, Garrett.”
“And you’re driving me crazy, Golden Girl.”
“Happy to oblige.” She rolls the condom down my length and gives my balls a light but firm squeeze, rapidly pushing me to the edge of the cliff. Her satisfied smile tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Sexy, breath-stealing tease.
I cup the back of her neck and take a second to kiss her senseless, tormenting us both with the delay in uniting our bodies. Our tongues dance and glide, the sound of our groans the accompaniment.
I pull away the barest of distance. My next words mist her lips with my command. “In the middle of the bed.”
“Yes, sir.” She salutes me and turns, gifting me with a great view of her ass.
I give it a light slap, eliciting a giggled yelp from her. “Are you trying to tease me?” I ask, grabbing her hips between my hands and preventing her escape.
She wiggles her backside and laughs at my resulting groan. “Maybe. But you’re so much fun to tease.”
“Next time,” I tell her. “Next time I’m taking you just like this.” I run my thumb along her swollen seam, and I’m rewarded with her whimpered moan. Just how I like it.
I release my hold on her hips and follow her onto the center of the bed.
She lies back, and I guide the head of my cock along the slick length of her pussy. Teasing her. Torturing myself. Christ , I want her so badly.
I position the blunt head of my cock against her entrance and lock eyes with her. I slowly push inside her, relishing her hot wetness coating my length. I keep going until I’m buried balls deep. Zara’s legs wrap around my hips, holding me close.
She feels so perfect.
Us, like this, feels so perfect.
I begin thrusting, worshiping, learning my best friend’s body inside and out…and appreciating every second of it. Sweat forms on my skin.
“Oh, God. Garrett.” My name rides out on a heavenly moan past her parted lips, and never has my name sounded so good.
My mouth tugs up to one side, my gaze remaining on hers. “Enjoying this, Golden Girl? ”
“Most definitely.” Her voice is low and husky, the words pulled out like saltwater taffy.
Just hearing it has my balls tightening and heat building low in my belly.
I keep thrusting inside her, taking us higher and higher and higher. Never wanting to end this but knowing I’m not going to last much longer.
Zara’s tight heat squeezes my cock in a wave of desire, and I groan out my appreciation.
“Garrett, I’m gonna come.” She gasps out the words.
“Come. And I’ll catch you.” My words are growled, my thread of control rapidly fraying.
Zara screams out as her soft heat convulses around me and sends me tumbling over the edge.
An edge I’m happy to fall off.
“Christ, Golden Girl.” I grunt out my seemingly never-ending release.
Satisfied beyond belief, my body now boneless, I collapse next to her on the bed. Damn. I don’t remember the last time sex felt that mind-blowing. That… wow .