Chapter Five #2
She huffed out a breath but did her best to relax and let Zach do whatever he wanted with her.
On the next pass up her body, he gently pushed both cups of her bra up, so the material rested above her breasts.
It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world to have the elastic digging into her, but she forgot all about that when his hands closed over both of her boobs.
Her nipples immediately hardened under his touch, and she arched her back instinctively, wanting to get closer to him.
“So responsive,” he murmured. “I wonder what you’ll do when I suck on them.”
“Why don’t we find out?” she hinted with a smile.
He grinned at her, but didn’t lean down to taste. His hands continued their roaming, up and down under her tank. Long enough that, erotic as it was to see his hands moving under the material, Marit wanted to yell at him to take the damn thing off already.
“Arch,” he ordered, sliding his hands under her back.
She gladly did as he asked, sighing in relief when he unhooked her bra. He then proceeded to pull it off her one strap at a time . . . over the shoulders, down each arm, finally dragging the material out from beneath her tank top.
Then he surprised her by moving one hand under her again. She arched to give him room, not sure of his intention.
He gripped the material of her tank tightly in a fist. She was arched a bit awkwardly, her shirt pulled tight enough to display her rock-hard nipples. Then he leaned down—finally—and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples through the thin cotton of her shirt.
The feeling was muted through the material, but nothing had felt as good as his mouth on her.
Marit moaned and brought a hand up to fist the back of his hair.
He nipped and sucked, then moved to the other side, giving that nipple the same attention as he had the first. By the time he lifted his head, Marit was more than ready to move on to the part where they took their clothes off.
Everything this man did made her want him more.
Except he didn’t let go of her shirt, which kept her back arched.
He took his free hand and ran it down her chest once more, his gaze now locked on her boobs. Looking down, Marit again saw how tightly her tank top was stretched . . . and the two wet splotches right over her nipples, making them stand up even more.
“So beautiful,” Zach murmured.
“Zach, please,” she pleaded. She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but she needed more. Was desperate for it.
“May I take your tank off?” he asked.
His constant need for consent was both annoying and a huge turn-on. “Yes! Please, take it off!” she said in a rush, throwing both arms over her head to make the job easier for him.
She saw his smirk, but she didn’t get upset that he was so pleased with himself. She was pleased with him too, and would be more pleased if he touched her without any material between them.
He ever so slowly peeled her shirt up and over her belly, exposing her skin a little at a time.
When he got the tank over her chest, he stopped and leaned down.
Marit struggled to get her tank the rest of the way over her head as Zach feasted on her breasts.
That was the only word she could come up with for what he was doing.
He used one hand to plump her boob while he sucked, bit, and devoured the nipple.
“More, Zach. Harder!”
He complied, and electric bolts shot from her chest to between her thighs. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to touch him just as he was touching her.
She sat up abruptly, startling Zach enough for him to let go of her nipple.
He made a popping noise as he released her, and he chuckled as Marit pushed him onto his back and switched their positions.
She ran her hands up and down his chest, much as he’d done to her, loving the feel of the soft hair under her palms. She flicked a nipple as she went by and was pleased to find it just as reactive as her own.
He groaned, and the sound reverberated through his chest into her hands.
“Come up here,” he growled, putting a hand on her hip and urging her forward, until she was on her hands and knees and her breasts were over his mouth.
His head surged up, and he latched on to one of them, making Marit jerk in pleasure at the feeling of him suckling her.
It felt completely different in this position, her breasts more sensitive for some reason.
He opened wider, and he took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.
Marit had always been self-conscious about her boobs.
They were big for her frame, so she tended to wear sports bras to make them flatter.
The last thing she wanted was to draw any attention to her gender while working on the lobster boats.
But tonight, she’d worn an underwire bra, wanting to feel more feminine for Zach. That was a good thing, considering it allowed him to unhook it and take it off her.
At the moment, her boobs didn’t feel too big. Not in the least. Because Zach could more than handle what she had to offer. She felt her underwear getting soaked. She wanted to fuck. But first, she wanted to see what Zach had between his legs.
She once again pulled herself out of Zach’s mouth and quickly moved down his body to his pants. He’d already undone the button and zipper, which made her job easier. She didn’t hesitate to reach into his boxers and pull out his cock.
Good Lord, he was huge! Marit licked her lips, more than ready to take on the monster he’d been hiding in his pants. She lowered her head and took him deep into her mouth in one fell swoop.
“Holy shit, Marit!” Zach exclaimed, both his hands going to her head. He didn’t push her down, simply held on as she began to suck.
She loved blow jobs. Loved the control she felt while giving them.
Loved seeing how out of control she could make a man get.
Not only that . . . she supposed she was weird, but she loved the taste as well.
There was nothing like it in the world, and having the taste of come on her tongue only made her hornier.
She couldn’t take all of him down her throat.
He was simply too long. Too wide. Which was even more of a turn-on for Marit.
One of his hands pulled her hair to the side so he could see what she was doing.
Looking up as she sucked and slurped on his monster cock, Marit loved the expression she saw on his face.
Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. But it was more than that. Respect. Affection. Awe.
“You are fucking perfection,” he said, as she continued to do her best to suck him dry. She wanted to swallow his load, fill herself up from the inside out. Then she’d let him do whatever he needed to do to arouse himself again so he could fuck her.
His cock throbbed under her hand and tongue, grew even longer . . . which seemed hard to believe. But right before she thought she was going to get what she wanted—him coming down her throat—he easily pulled her off him.
“Zach!” she complained. “I want more.”
“You’ll get more, greedy girl. But there’s no way I’m coming in that beautiful pouty mouth of yours our first time.
I’m gonna come inside your pussy. Feel you explode around my cock.
Then we’ll sleep, and when we wake up, I’m gonna eat you out, watch you orgasm up close and all over my face .
. . then maybe I’ll let you drink my load. ”
God. She never would’ve guessed this man could be such a dirty talker. But she liked it. No, she fucking loved it.
Because deep down, Marit was extremely sexual. She didn’t let herself go there most of the time because of her trust issues, and never with a man she’d known for as short a time as she’d known Zach. But for some reason, she trusted him already. She trusted him with the real Marit.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Pants off,” he ordered, as he stepped off the bed and shoved his jeans and underwear down his legs.
Marit hurried to comply, lifting her ass and shoving her own pants and underwear down and kicking them off her feet.
She reached down and peeled off her socks—because sex with socks on .
. . gross—and watched as Zach walked naked over to the counter where he’d put his keys and wallet earlier.
He opened his wallet and pulled out what she assumed was a condom, tearing open the package and rolling it down his cock as he walked back to the bed.
She appreciated that he didn’t ask if he should wear one. He simply did what he needed to do in order to protect them both. She was on the pill, but that didn’t mean anything in regard to sexually transmitted diseases. She didn’t have any, but he didn’t know that.
He stood by the bed, letting her take her fill.
And if possible, he was even more gorgeous completely naked than he was with just his shirt off.
She could see the scars from his knee surgeries, but otherwise his body was flawless.
Hairy legs, trimmed pubic hair—which she appreciated; no lady liked hair in her mouth when she was giving head—and a look of complete awe on his face as he took his time admiring her, as well.
Marit opened her legs, inviting him in as he stood there. Her thighs had always been thicker than she’d liked, but since they were muscular, she supposed she’d take that over flab. Her belly had a pooch she’d never been able to lose, but generally she was an average weight for her height.
“I’m not sure how this is gonna work,” Zach said, surprising her. Not moving onto the bed with her as she thought he’d do, as soon as he saw her naked.
“What?”
“You’re fucking tiny. And I’m not. I don’t know if we’re gonna fit.”
“Shut up, Zach. Get on this bed right now. I swear I’ll hit you if you don’t get inside me in the next ten seconds.”
He grinned and did as she ordered, although he still looked a little worried. He lay on his back and lifted her effortlessly so she was once again straddling him.
“You do it. You take me so I don’t hurt you.”