Chapter 14
Moira
I stare at myself in
the vanity mirror as I sit and brush my hair out. I’m sad that
I’m sitting here alone because I half expected Zach to come in
to my room with me after we had finished eating. I’m not sure
why, but I guess I just felt we had reestablished our connection
today.
Dinner turned out to
be better than I could have expected, despite the incessant jabbering
and flirting Cara did with Zach. She clearly has him in her sights,
and I don’t like that one little bit. She’s beautifully
stunning and a bit of a bimbo. Someone I’m sure that would bend
easily to Zach’s will, which will make her of interest to him.
I’m sure he sensed it about her, and Zach is a man with huge,
sexual appetite. He’s made it clear what he wants.
After dinner, we sat
in the library again and had another drink, except Zach abstained.
The first time he took a sip of his bourbon, his nose wrinkled and he
left the rest of it untouched. I had another glass of wine though
because my nerves were all jangled watching Zach trying to converse
with Randall, and watching Cara hit on Zach, and suffering Clint
giving me sly looks. I was thankful when we called it a night and
Zach walked up to our rooms with me, while Cara and Clint made their
way back to downtown Atlanta where they shared an apartment.
But when we came to
Zach’s door, the two glasses of wine I drank had not loosened
me up enough to say anything to him more than a murmured, “Good
night,” and I entered my own room, shutting the door softly
behind me.
I can see the
connecting door to his room in the reflection of the vanity’s
mirror. I’ve glanced at it a time or two, wondering what would
happen if I just got up and went over to it… opened it up and
walked into Zach’s room.
Would he be naked?
Would he be masturbating, which I’m betting would be a safe
assumption? What would he do if I crawled into bed with him and
latched my mouth onto that piece of him that I’ve been dying to
taste?
The thought causes a
shiver to run up my body and I furiously run the brush through my
hair, relishing the scrape on my scalp as a means to distract me.
I finally set the
brush down and take one last look in the mirror. I’ve scrubbed
the makeup off my face and put on a mint-green nightgown that’s
made of satin and hugs my body. It hits just above my knees and is
scooped low in front. I’m thinking it’s wasted lingerie
tonight, as I haven’t heard a peep out of Zach’s room,
and no matter how much I want him to walk through that connecting
door, it’s not going to happen.
Standing up from the
vanity, I walk over to the bed and pull the covers back. Just as I
raise a knee to crawl in, I hear the turn of a doorknob, and my eyes
fly over to the door between our rooms. It opens slowly, and Zach is
there, his amazing body silhouetted from the light of his room behind
him.
He’s
absolutely and gloriously naked, his cock already standing up tall
and proud. He stares at me a moment before walking into my room. I
slide my knee off the bed and turn to face him, my heart slamming
against my chest wall. His eyes slowly slide down my body, and his
lips curve upward in appreciation over my nightgown.
Without ever
breaking stride, Zach walks right up to me, his eyes finally raising
back up to meet my own. When he’s toe to toe with me, his hands
go to the soft material at my hips, and he raises it up. Our mutual
gaze is broken only when he lifts the satin over my head, but
immediately reconnects when the gown is free of my body.
He doesn’t say
a word to me as he drops it to the ground, merely bending over,
wrapping his arms around my waist, and bringing his lips to my right
breast. Ever so softly, his mouth closes over the tip, and he sucks
gently on my nipple. My hands dive into his hair, holding him tightly
to me, while a soft moan escapes.
Zach tightens his
hold as he releases his mouth from my breast and lifts me from the
ground. Turning to the bed, he tosses me in the middle and doesn’t
hesitate before crawling onto it, straight up the middle of my body.
I lay back flat, parting my legs to give him room, and he settles in
hot and hard between them. Placing his forearms on the mattress, his
face hovers just above mine as he peers at me.
“It’s
occurred to me, there are a few parts of your body that I’ve
neglected,” he says simply.
Although my throat
is as dry as the desert, I manage to say, “What parts would
those be?”
He tips his gaze
down toward my chest. “Your breasts, for one. I’d like to
spend some time exploring them.”
“I’d
like that too,” I whisper.
He looks back up at
me, his focus now on my lips. “And your mouth. I haven’t
kissed it enough. I plan on taking a lot of time there if that’s
okay with you.”
“I find that
acceptable,” I tell him with a smile, and he returns it.
“I’m
still going to try to control you,” he warns me. “Not
because I have to, but because you want me to.”
“Yes, I do
still want that,” I assure him.
“But, I’m
going to give up a little bit to you as well,” he says, his
look determined, yet hesitant at the same time. “I really,
really want your mouth on my cock.”
“Oh, geez,”
I mutter, my hands slapping against his chest, trying to push him off
me and onto his back so I can suck him down.
He doesn’t
budge and shakes his head at me. “Not yet. I get to play with
you for a bit first.”
I sigh loudly in
frustration, and he chuckles just before bringing his lips to mine.
The first touch is tentative, whisper soft. He moves his face back
and forth, brushing his mouth against mine, and my whole body just
melts into the mattress over the gentle nature he’s showing me.
Finally, he pushes
his lips against mine a bit harder, and my mouth opens. Zach’s
tongue slides in and touches mine briefly before pulling back. My
hands go back into his hair and I pull against his head, trying to
force a deeper kiss. I can feel his lips curve into a smile and he
submits to my request, coming back down on me with more force and
pushing his tongue against mine again.
He takes a bold
swipe against me, turning his face slightly so we are angled for a
deeper contact. The kiss is bold and erotic, and a flame of longing
starts sweeping across my body. Zach’s erection lays thickly
between my legs and I rub up against him, causing him to groan and
kiss me just a little bit harder. His one hand moves and gently cups
my breast, squeezing at it and then flicking his thumb over my
nipple.
Pulling his mouth
away from mine for a moment, he stares at me. “I very much
enjoy kissing you. It turns me on. Makes me want you more.”
“That’s
part of what’s called foreplay,” I tell him, figuring I
might as well give him a cultural lesson while we’re at it.
“So, if I were
to put my mouth on your breasts again, that will be foreplay as
well?”
“Oh, yes,”
I breathe out, trying to restrain myself from pushing on the top of
his head to get him to move downward.
“Interesting,”
he says with a grin. “I think I need to try that.”
I smile as he moves
down my body a bit lower, lining his mouth up over my right breast
again. His tongue shoots out and flicks my nipple, causing a bolt of
pained longing to rocket in between my legs.
“Are teeth
okay to use?” Zach asks innocently as he blows over my nipple.
“Oh, God yes,”
I tell him.
He stares at my
breast for a moment, almost as if trying to figure out how to best
devour it. He surprises me when he leans down and rubs his stubbled
chin across my nipple. My whole body jerks, and he looks up at me
with a devilish grin on his face.
“Did you like
that?” he asks.
“I like
everything you do to me,” I assure him breathlessly.
“There are so
many things I want to do to your body,” he tells me pointedly.
“So many things I never once thought about when living in
Caraica. I think the possibilities are endless.”
God, I sure hope
so.
Zach lowers his
mouth and licks around my nipple, while his hand squeezes the soft
globe of flesh. He sucks at it, and then he nips it lightly with his
teeth, just enough to put a nice sting to it, all before he licks at
it gently again.
He moves from one
breast to the other, sometimes rubbing his cheek against the inner
swell, once twisting a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He
works my breasts for the longest time, licking, sucking, biting, and
scraping. They are so sensitized, I almost feel like I could orgasm
just from his touch there.
Slipping a hand down
in between our bodies, Zach cups me between the legs softly. “Can’t
neglect you here either,” he says when he lifts his mouth
briefly.
“It definitely
needs attention,” I agree, and I feel his smile against my
breast as he lowers his face again.
His fingers slip
deftly under the waistband of my panties, flirting briefly with my
smooth mound before he runs a finger up my center. I can feel how
slick I am, and he wastes no time in going straight for my clit,
while his lips and teeth work my nipples.
Cascading sensations
overpower me, and my body starts quickening. Zach’s finger rubs
in tight circles, while his lips and tongue assault my breasts. It
takes almost no time at all before I’m crying out my release.
Zach surges up my body and covers my mouth with his own, sucking down
my orgasm even as his finger continues to massage me.
I shudder underneath
him, pulses of electric pleasure shooting through every nerve in my
body, while Zach ravages my mouth.
Finally, I give a
sigh into him of complete and utter contentment. He lifts his face
from mine, and his eyes are heated and proud. We stare at each other
a moment, letting silent words of satisfaction pass between us.
“How do you
feel?” he asks with a knowing smile.
“Unbelievable,”
I tell him. “Your fingers and mouth are like magic.”
He nods in
agreement, and then pushes up to sit back on his haunches, looming