CHAPTER EIGHT #2
I did as asked, pushing down, taking him deep inside. And he fit just right. About average length, but nice and thick. Hands gripped my hips, holding me steady.
“Be careful with that arm,” I reminded him, sounding slightly breathy. Exactly how a sex goddess should sound, really. The way he looked at me, the heat in his eyes, let me know he loved what he saw and then some.
Slowly I rose up before sinking back down, building a gradual rhythm.
Enough to tease us both, stoking the fires without rushing.
His hands rose to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them once more.
It all felt so good. Heat built, sliding straight through my veins.
It wasn’t easy keeping my eyes open. When I leaned forward a little and his cock hit something awesome inside of me, my mouth dropped open on a gasp.
Ziggy’s hands returned to my hips, guiding me back to that same place over and over.
I placed my palms flat against his pecs, not losing my balance again but holding myself steady.
Doing my best to hold myself together when everything seemed to be getting ready to fly apart.
“That’s it,” he said, voice rough and low.
All I could do was nod.
Sweat slicked both our skins and my blood hummed.
It was so good, riding him, watching him, feeling him move beneath me.
The determined expression on his face, the absolute focus on me.
It was intense and perfect and my adrenaline surged.
My knees dug into his sides, my body moving fast and sure.
And his hands on me urged me on. Faster, harder, and more.
So much more.
Then he licked his fingertips and reached down between my legs, searching out my clit.
Around and over he worked the tight bud, urging me higher and higher.
When I came, I came hard. Stars burst behind my eyelids, pure sensation burst through me, breaking me apart.
Fingers digging into my ass, he slammed himself up into me once, twice, three times more before slowly stilling.
Lucky for me, he didn’t seem to mind having me sprawled across his chest. His heart hammered beneath my ear and perspiration glued us together.
The room seemed humid, smelling of sex. Eau de Ziggy and me.
Fingers slid up and down my spine, but his eyelids remained closed.
Everything was peaceful. After the rough last couple of days, it was exactly what I needed.
Traces of dark stubble lined his jaw, almost hiding a faint white scar. There was another on his shoulder. A couple on his chest.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.
“Nothing much. I’m just happy that you’re here.”
He opened his eyelids, resting an arm behind his head like a pillow. “I never stood a chance with you, did I?”
“How so?”
“Not only are you drop dead fucking gorgeous, you’re too damn sweet for words.”
“Oh, really? So you think I’m hot when I’m mooching around in sweats with no makeup and crappy hair?”
“You mean when you’re all relaxed and chilling at home, baking shit and reading books?
” he asked. “I’m delighted to tell you you’re insanely hot then.
But of course you’re also hot when you’re on a shoot and made up to the nines with your hair all fancy.
And when you’ve just come so hard you almost broke my dick, you are scorching hot. ”
I did not blush. The room was just warm.
“Face it, you’re hot all the time. It’s the truth.”
“Hmm. I think you’re biased.”
“I think I’m the lucky bastard that gets to worship the ground a benevolent goddess walks on.” The look in his eyes was most meaningful. Amused, almost.
“I knew it.” I rose up, letting him slide out of me. When I tried to climb off the bed, however, he grabbed my wrist in a loose but unbreakable hold. “I knew you were listening when Lena and I were talking. Ziggy, that was a private conversation.”
“Then don’t have it eight feet away from me talking at the top of your voices next time.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist before letting go. “I’m not going to apologize for listening. That was useful information. Mind if I use the bathroom?”
“No, go ahead.”
He kissed my bare shoulder and away he went. “There’s like five hundred tubes and jars of stuff in here. Enough for a dozen women.”
“Get used to it.”
“Yes, Miss Cooper.”
Such a smartass of a man. The bathroom door softly clicked shut.
Truth be known, I don’t think I’d stood much of a chance against him either.
Handsome, capable, had his shit together.
Behaved like an actual grown-up most of the time and had no sexual shenanigans currently showing on YouTube.
Yes, I’d searched. Once bitten, twice shy and all that.
He even thought I was hot in all of my various moods and modes.
To all intents and purposes, I’d hit the maybe boyfriend jackpot.
Actually, I should probably get some specifics on that.
“Ziggy?” I wandered closer to the door.
Inside the bathroom, the toilet flushed. “Yeah?”
“Sorry to disturb you, but…quick question,” I said. “Are we dating now? I mean, are we like together? You know, boyfriend/girlfriend or partner or whatever type of—”
“Mae.”
“No pressure. I’m just curious.”
“We’re together, okay? We’re working this out.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to wash my hands. Be out in a minute.”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
A tap turned on.
We were official. Glad we had that sorted.
Now I just had to stop or at least learn to ignore the weird feeling going on in my stomach.
Hopefully it would go away. It was a sickly churning heavy kind of sensation.
An uncomfortable weight in my middle, like a premonition everything was somehow about to go wrong.
Which was stupid because it wasn’t. We’d just had spectacular sex.
He was laughing and happy and stating in specific terms that we were together.
My stalker was behind bars for the foreseeable future. All was good and right in my world.
I studied my somewhat glowing post-great-sex face in the mirror beside the bed. “Knock it off,” I whisper-hissed. “Everything is fine.”
But even though Ziggy held me in his arms all night long and I actually slept, the feeling didn’t go away. Dammit.
Dicks were kind of fascinating. I wrapped my hand around Ziggy’s the next morning, feeling the heat, breathing in the musky scent. Waking up to bacon and eggs was great. Waking up to Ziggy naked before having bacon and eggs was even better.
“Sweetness,” he sleepily muttered. “What are you up to?”
In lieu of a response, I sucked on his cockhead.
No messing around. My tongue massaged the tip of his penis, digging in a little to the hole before circling the ridge.
At this, he muttered a few other interesting things, his hands tangling in my hair.
Taking him deeper, I rubbed my tongue up and down his swelling shaft.
Below where I was working, my fingers grasped and stroked the rest of his length.
We’d used up the remaining two condoms during the night.
Whenever I woke up from a bad dream, he was there, ready to put my world to rights.
Nothing like an orgasm to put a smile back on a girl’s face.
Since I still wouldn’t let him be on top and risk busting any stitches, we’d done it doggy style and lying spooning on our sides.
I had a feeling sex wouldn’t be a problem in our relationship anytime in the near future.
Honestly, after the night before, I was a little sore in the very best way.
But back to sucking cock.
I firmed my lips and worked them up and down, taking turns to flick across his cockhead with my tongue.
With my hand below keeping up the rhythm, he started pulsing in no time.
Seemed his whole body tensed and the way he said my name, like it was something holy.
It was very nice to hear. Finally his dick jerked, cum flooding the back of my throat.
I swallowed it down fast, easing up on my attentions as he slowly came down.
“Okay?” I asked, stroking his thighs and flat stomach.
In response, he grabbed me beneath the arms and dragged me up onto his chest. Then he held me tight, his heavy breaths ruffling the hair on top of my head.
Fingers dug into the sides of my spine, massaging up and down its length.
Finally, he lifted my hair and rubbed the back of my neck.
Magic fingers worked my muscles into mush. The man had many talents.
“Good morning, sweetness,” he said, voice husky.
I kissed his pec. “Morning.”
Which was when someone started hammering on the damn front door.
“Why does God hate me?” I mock cried.
“I’ll get it.” He carefully rolled me onto the mattress then jumped off, pulling on jeans before going in search of his T-shirt. Probably it lay somewhere in the hall where he’d abandoned it last night.
I followed my bodyguard boyfriend somewhat more slowly, pulling on a blue silk robe. Probably time I got busy with the bacon and eggs. Lord knows, my stomach was growling. We’d worked off some serious calories through the night. Ziggy gave me an even better workout than Kwana. God bless him.
Familiar female voices came from the living room.
“I’ll just put it over on the counter,” said Lena. “No need to wake her up.”
“Yes, Mrs. Ferris.”
“The croissants can just be warmed up a little in the oven if she likes.” That was Ev. “Oh, we should pop the juice in the fridge.”
“Good idea,” said Lena.
“Hey.” I raised my hand in greeting. “What’s all this?”
Lena rushed toward me, giving me a fierce hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Thank goodness Ziggy was there to stop that lunatic from hurting you.”
“I’m fine.” I patted her on the back. “Really. He’s the one that got hurt. Hi, Ev. Thank you so much for all this, you guys. Is this all from your café?”