Chapter 4 #2
He moves back up, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his mouth. I’m still trembling, breathless, and amazed at how thoroughly he’s unraveled me.
"You good?" he asks, eyes dark with need, a teasing edge to his voice.
I’m in no state to be witty, so I just pull him closer, answering with urgency.
"Less talking," I demand, reclaiming his mouth.
I tug at his shorts, and he helps me, kicking them off.
I can feel how hard he is against my hip, and it sends a fresh thrill through me.
The last of my hesitations vanishes, and an overwhelming need to take over.
I push at his chest, urging him up, and he lets me maneuver him onto his back.
I trail kisses down his stomach, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers, and I pull them down, releasing his cock.
It's thick and perfect, and I waste no time.
I wrap my hand around it, pumping slowly, once, twice, then flick my tongue over the tip, tasting the salt of his skin.
"Jesus, Zen," he groans, his voice hoarse, his hands threading through my hair.
I take his cock deeper in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I slide him into my mouth, my hand working the base.
He bucks beneath me, hips rising, and I have to press a palm to his stomach to keep him still.
I pull back, teasing with light flicks of my tongue, then suck him in again, taking him as deep as I can.
His breath comes ragged now, and I can feel him straining, holding back. I pop him out of my mouth, licking down the length of him, nipping gently at the sensitive skin along the way.
When I reach his balls, I take one, then the other in my mouth, rolling them slowly with my tongue. His head falls back, a low growl escaping his throat.
"Zen, if you keep that up..." His hands tighten in my hair, pulling me up, away.
"Too much?" I smirk, feigning innocence.
"Too good," he manages, dragging me back up to meet his mouth with a punishing kiss. He breaks the kiss with a groan long enough to remove the rest of our clothes. He positions himself at my entrance and looks into my eyes.
"Last chance to change your mind," he whispers.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. "I want this," I respond with conviction. ”And, I’m on the pill.”
The world narrows to his skin against mine, his cock as he thrusts inside me.
I arch into him, gasping at the sudden fullness, the way he hits deep and perfect.
It’s intense, raw, every movement sending shockwaves through my body.
He pulls out slowly, then slams back in, setting a rhythm that has me clutching the sheets.
My breath hitches with each thrust, the friction building to an unbearable height.
The world narrows to his skin against mine, his cock as he thrusts inside me.
I arch into him, gasping at the sudden fullness, the way he hits deep and perfect.
It’s intense, raw, every movement sending shockwaves through my body.
He pulls out slowly, then slams back in, setting a rhythm that has me clutching the sheets.
My breath hitches with each thrust, the friction building to an unbearable height.
"Fuck, Zen," he groans, gripping my hips and driving deeper, harder.
The sound of his voice, low and urgent, pushes me closer to the edge. I claw at his back, pulling him impossibly tighter, needing all of him, every inch. The tension inside me coils tighter, and I’m right there, teetering, breathless.
"Cum with me," he whispers, his mouth at my ear, and that’s all it takes.
Pleasure crashes over me, sudden and fierce, and I cry out as I tighten around him. He follows moments later, shuddering and moaning my name, filling me with warmth and release.
For a long moment, we stay connected, neither wanting to break the spell. When he finally moves to lie beside me, he keeps one arm wrapped around my waist, as if afraid I might disappear.
"I wasn't expecting that," he admits, voice quiet in the stillness of the room.
"The sex?" I ask, turning to face him.
"No. Well, yes." He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch achingly gentle. "But more... this feeling. Like something important just happened."
I should make a joke, deflect with humor or sarcasm as I usually would. Instead, I find myself nodding. "I know what you mean."
Because I do. Whatever has just happened between us isn't just physical release or the culmination of days of building tension. It's a turning point, a moment that divides our relationship into before and after.
"What happens now?" he asks, thumb tracing circles on my hip.
"Now we sleep," I answer, pressing a kiss to his chest, directly over his heart. "Tomorrow, we keep driving. And the rest... we'll figure out along the way."
He pulls me closer, arranging us so my head rests on his shoulder. "Along the way," he echoes, satisfaction evident in his voice. "I like the sound of that."
As I drift toward sleep in his arms, I realize I like the sound of it too. Much more than I should for something with an expiration date.