Chapter 16 #2
feel his erection burning my skin, and I want this lost man back
inside of me again. Lifting my head slightly, I bring my lips to his
neck, giving him a soft kiss. A tremor runs through his body and his
arms squeeze me tighter. I open my mouth, touch my tongue to his
skin, and then suck gently for a moment before scraping my teeth
along the path.
Zach growls low in
his throat and rolls to the side. His hands come under my legs to
support me and he pushes himself off the floor, standing in one
powerful move. Carrying me to his bed, he lays me in the center.
I watch shamelessly
as he discards his clothes, his muscles rippling with every move he
makes. His eyes never leave mine, burning with need, and my blood
sets to a slow boil as he crawls onto the bed, right in between my
legs.
He is absolute
perfection as he sits back on his haunches, his erection sticking up
straight with bold confidence. His blue eyes sear into me, and I itch
to run my hands along his body.
Zach gently pushes
my legs apart. He slides his hands slowly up my legs, over my hips…
my ribs, straight to my breasts, where he squeezes them gently. A
soft moan flutters over my lips, and Zach smiles in response.
Leaning his body
over me, he brings his mouth to mine and gives me the sweetest of
kisses, lightly grazing my teeth with his tongue. Then he kisses me
deeper… then deeper yet. My hands come up to his chest, and I
tweak at his nipples. He rewards me with a groan and thrusts his
tongue hard against mine, followed by a harsh pant that I suck
greedily into my mouth.
When Zach finally
pulls his face away from mine, he braces his hands on the mattress
and looks down at me intently. “I think I just learned
something important.”
“What’s
that?” I ask as I run my hands down the contoured muscles of
his arms.
“There was
never any emotion when I fucked women in Caraica. I only focused on
how it felt to me physically.”
“And that’s
different now?”
“It’s
different with you,” he admits. “Just a few moments ago…
I was trying to fuck you like I’d fuck a Caraican woman.
Absolute control, zero emotion. I was trying to prove to myself that
I’m in control of my life.”
“You are
in control,” I assure him as my fingers glide up to stroke his
face.
“Not with
you,” he murmurs. “Not totally.”
“Zach…
I have no problem at all with surrendering my will to you when we are
intimate. You can put me on bended knee time and time again, and I’ll
love it. But only if you don’t hold back. You have to promise
to never hold yourself back from me. As a modern woman… it’s
something I need. I can’t keep emotion out of this.”
His eyes go soft,
and he smiles gently as he nods in understanding. “Duly noted.”
Zach brings one hand
to my breast and pinches my nipple. “But just because we’re
having this conversation about feelings and emotion doesn’t
mean that I’m not going to fuck you so hard right now that
you’ll feel it for an eternity. I’m going to make you a
slave to my cock. You may walk away a little bruised and a whole lot
sore when we’re done, but you’ll be begging me to do it
all over again to you. I promise you that.”
My eyes go wide at
the aggressive tone in his voice, and my body practically melts
underneath him. “There’s my uncivilized man,” I
whisper.
Yeah… I’m
sore. After Zach threw my legs up over his shoulders, proceeded to
pound my body with brute force, and after he made me come twice that
way, he flipped me over and continued on. Any time he got close to
coming, he’d slow down, sometimes pulling all the way out of
me, and just caress and kiss my body. It was torture, but only for a
while before he’d slam back home.
Yes… he
enslaved my body.
And he held nothing
back.
He moaned, grunted,
and cursed over the pleasure he was feeling. Digging his fingers into
my flesh, he lashed at me with his tongue. He spoke filthy words to
me, courtesy of Google, and it turned me on even more.
When he finally
came, he did it with a roar that practically shook the rafters before
collapsing on top of me. I was afraid Randall would come barging into
the room. Thankfully, I think his room is in another wing of the
house.
Zach rolls off me to
lie on his back. His breathing is harsh, and his skin moist with
sweat. I don’t hesitate for a second, but slide my body next to
his and lay my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t move or touch
me in any way, and I listen for a while as his breathing finally
comes back under control.
Bringing my hand
over, I lay it on his chest and softly caress the hard muscles there.
I can feel them leap to my touch.
“Do men and
women only sleep together in the same bed after they’re
married? I remember my parents slept in the same bed together,”
Zach asks me.
I smile to myself
and sit upward so I can look down at Zach. Balancing one hand on his
chest, I tell him, “No, you don’t have to be married to
do that. Why do you ask?”
Zach shrugs his
shoulders. “Just wondering. We’ve never done that
before.”
“Do you want
to sleep together? Do you want me to stay here with you tonight?”
Reaching over his
body, Zach grabs my hand and moves it down his body until my fingers
nudge his cock. He’s completely soft yet still amazingly large,
his skin still slightly moist. Pushing on my fingers, he urges me to
take him in hand, and I never think once about denying him.
I stroke him softly
and he makes a low, humming sound in his throat, his cock pulsing
against my palm.
“I think it’s
best you stay here tonight,” he says with a sly grin on his
face. “I don’t think I’m finished with you yet.”
God, I hope he’s
never finished with me.