Chapter 17 #2
heat up over my admission that I want her, but her chin rises up to
me defiantly. There’s a deviant sparkle in her eye even as she
denies me again. “No.”
“No?” I
ask her with a dark smile. I untie my board shorts and push them off
my hips, letting them fall to the ground. My cock got hard the minute
I followed her into her room, and I reach down to stroke myself. Her
eyes immediately drop to watch what I’m doing.
I step toward her,
and the motion causes her gaze to snap back up to mine.
“No?” I
ask again. “You think to deny me?”
“That’s
right,” she says, although I can tell by the tone of her voice
that she’s daring me to push at her.
“If you don’t
take your clothes off, I’ll do it for you,” I tell her
ominously.
“You’ll
have a fight on your hands,” she challenges me.
Fucking game on. My
cock is aching so bad right now, I might just go for her shorts and
bikini bottoms, getting the bare minimum off before I pound my way
inside of her.
My hands snake out
and grab her waist, pulling her in tight to me. My arms wrap around
her back and I start to lower my face to hers for a punishing kiss,
but she cries out in pain.
I immediately
release her. “What’s wrong?”
Moira winces and
carefully lifts up the back of her T-shirt, looking over her shoulder
into the reflection in the mirror. My gaze follows, and I see that
her back is tinged pink from the sun.
“Damn,”
she says in dismay. “I got sunburned.”
She gingerly reaches
back and pokes a finger into the skin just above her hip. It goes
stark white for a minute, and then colors pink again when she pulls
her finger away.
Moira turns her gaze
back up to me and we stare at each other a moment, the heat of the
fight gone out of both of us. Then her lips crack into a wide grin…
as dazzling as the smile she gave me this afternoon. “Guess I
kind of ruined the moment, huh?”
I throw my head back
and laugh at her. “It’s not ruined. I’m just going
to have to be a little gentler with you.”
With soft hands, I
lift her shirt up over her head, discarding it so I can free her
breasts from the bathing suit top. Bending down, I take off her
shorts and then pull her bottoms down her legs, being careful not to
scrape at her skin. When she’s completely bare to me, I lean in
and place a kiss over her stomach before standing up again.
I lean into the
shower and turn the heat of the water down a bit so it’s merely
lukewarm and I know won’t hurt her tender skin. By the looks of
her, only her back got burned, and I’m feeling guilty that I
willingly slathered the protective lotion onto Cara, but I didn’t
give the same courtesy to Moira.
“Does it hurt
bad?” I ask her.
“No…
just stings a bit. I have some aloe I can rub on it after the
shower.”
“I’ll
rub it on, but let’s get cleaned up first,” I tell her as
I take her hand and help her step through the large glass door.
Her shower is overly
large, just like the one in my bathroom. It’s tiled in brown
and gray slate with various nozzles that provide sprays of water from
all angles.
Moira tips her head
back under one spray and wets her hair. When she lifts her head back
up, little droplets get stuck in her eyelashes and run down her
cheeks. Her green eyes shimmer, and she is simply stunning.
Reaching over to
grab the body wash, I liberally pour some in my hands and lather it
up. “Your front first.”
Moira watches me
with heavy eyes as I run my soapy hands over her neck, shoulders, and
down her arms. I pay extra attention to her breasts, gently kneading
them and circling the pads of my thumbs over her erect nipples. I’m
so fucking horny right now. I can feel my own cock weeping with
urgency to get inside of her, yet I continue to take my time washing
her body.
I put a lathered
hand between her legs, washing and massaging her pussy through her
slick lips before gently pushing a finger inside of her.
“Oh, Zach,”
she moans as her hips tilt inward.
I pull my finger
out, grazing it over her clit, which causes her to gasp. Fuck, she’s
so sexy.
“Turn around,”
I rasp out. “Let me wash your back.”
She does as I bid,
pulling her long hair over her shoulder to reveal her pinkened skin
to me. I barely touch her as I gently rub suds over her skin, down
the middle of her spine, and to her beautifully rounded ass that is
still creamy pale because it was hidden from the sun.
I take both hands
and place them on her backside, gently massaging her muscles. Turning
my hands in, I run my fingers up in between the firm globes, brushing
against her tender skin hidden inside.
Moira tenses for a
moment, and then sighs.
Bending back for the
body wash, I pour another generous amount in and get a good lather in
both hands.
“Stand still,”
I command her. “And don’t move.
Taking a step to her
side, I run one hand over her stomach and the other down her back,
both at the same pace. My hand to her front covers her pussy briefly
before I start to drag my index finger in between her flesh, circling
her clit.
Moira cries out in
pleasure as one hand reaches out to brace against the shower wall and
the other goes to my shoulder. I let my other hand drift down her
backside and push my index finger down between her ass cheeks. When
it gets to her tender opening, I gently massage around it, even as
she tries to jerk her hips forward and away from my touch.
“I said don’t
move,” I tell her as I rub her clit a bit more forcefully.
Her body stills, and
I let my hands do the work. One finger working at her clit, the other
gently circling her anus.
I lean my face in
and nip at Moira’s neck. Placing my lips near her ear, I tell
her, “I want my cock up your ass.”
Moira groans and
shakes her head no.
“Not now…
not tonight. But soon, it’s going to be mine,” I tell her
ominously.
She shakes her head
no at me again, even as she groans deep in her chest. I chuckle and
kiss her neck once more.
“I will,”
I assure her softly, pushing one finger all the way deep into her
pussy and the other into her tight back hole just a fraction of an
inch. “You know you want me to.”
Moira cries out,
“Oh, God. Where did you learn that?”
I laugh softly and
kiss the corner of her mouth. “Google.”
“I can’t,
Zach. There’s no way I can take you back there. You’re
too big.”
“Shh,” I
murmur in her ear. “I’ll take my time. I’ll get you
ready.”
I pull my finger out
of her pussy and start rubbing it around her tender clit again, but
sink my finger in her ass up to my second knuckle.
A strangled sound
bubbles up from Moira and she pushes her ass back against me, seeking
more of this new feeling. I lose my rhythm on her clit briefly but
gain purchase again as I pull my finger out just a tad from her ass
before pushing it back in.
“Oh, that
feels good,” Moira murmurs, and triumph lights within my chest.
While I let one finger flutter her clit, I go ahead and sink the
other one in all the way. She’s so fucking tight and hot, and I
honestly don’t know if I’ll be able to bear that
sensation on my cock when I take her that way. Just the thought of it
has me about ready to unload.
Moira’s
breathing becomes ragged, and she starts to make mewling sounds as I
work her from both sides. I start pumping my finger in and out of her
ass with a little more force, while my finger on her clit circles
faster and faster.
“Fuck,”
Moira groans, and I realize that’s the first time I’ve
heard her say that word. “I’m going to come, Zach. I’m
going to come so hard.”
“Fuck yeah,
you are,” I tell her, letting both my fingers fly in and
against her in a frenzy.
Moira’s entire
body stiffens, and one of her hands flies down to clasp my thigh. She
digs her fingernails into my skin, hard enough to draw blood, and she
cries out as violent spasms quake her entire body.
I watch as she
trembles powerfully, both my hands still lodged to the front and
back, and I can’t fucking stand it a moment more.
Because her back is
burned, I remove my hands to step behind her and bend her over
carefully, watching as her hands go to the shower seat to balance
herself. Taking my cock in hand, I bring it up to the backside of her
pussy and with one push, I’m seated deep.
“Hold tight,
sweet Moira,” I tell her. “This isn’t going to take
long for me.”
I fuck her hard,
careful to hold onto her hips in such a way as not to touch her
burned skin. I look down and watch as my cock tunnels in and out of
her warm flesh.
So good.
Feels so fucking
good.
My orgasm is quick
and catches me by surprise, seizing my entire body as it rumbles
through me. Every muscle in my body seizes and clenches, so I lock my
knees so as not to collapse.
I slap my hand on
the shower wall and yell, “Fuck,” as I shoot hot into
Moira’s body, my entire body shuddering in ecstasy.
Never.
Never have I felt
anything like that before.
The absolute freedom
I had with her body, the trust she placed in me. Her complete
surrender to let me touch her in her most secret of places. She did
it not because I demanded it, but because she wanted it and was
willing to believe I wouldn’t hurt her. She doesn’t need
me to provide food or shelter to her, not the way the Caraican women
needed me. No, she needs me in a completely different way, and I find
it completely humbling.
I look at Moira’s
back, pink from the sun, and her chest still heaving from the
explosive sex we just had. Her head bowed down in repletion, her body
still openly trusting of me.
I run my fingers
gently across her skin and think to myself, It’s going to
kill me to leave her one day.