Chapter 20 #2
working me, “I want you on top. We haven’t done that yet,
and I took great interest in what you just said.”
What did I say? I
wish I knew because my head is spinning over the sensations he’s
creating in my body right now.
“You want me
on top?” I gasp as his thumb circles me a little rougher, and
my body starts to seize up.
“I want you
in control,” he growls. Those five words, which just
transferred all of his power over to me, throw me over the edge. An
orgasm rips through me and I practically shriek out my release,
uncaring if anyone hears me. A half sob pours out of my mouth, and my
hips gyrate on his hand as I milk every tremor and throbbing pulse
out of my climax.
When my body settles
slightly and my vision clears, I look down to see Zach gazing at me
with lustful reverence. “So fucking sexy.”
I stare back at him,
mute. I can’t think of sufficient words that would convey what
this means to me. But he doesn’t give me a chance and still
proves that he’s not relinquishing total control.
“Get on my
cock, Moira. Ride me,” he orders.
Yes, he just
commanded me to do something, and yes, I’m going to obey him.
But from this moment forward, at least for this night, I’m
going to be in the driver’s seat. I’m going to be the one
calling the shots.
Placing both of my
hands on his chest, I push backward so I’m sitting straight up.
Zach’s eyes flick to my breasts and he starts to reach a hand
out toward them.
“Uh-uh,”
I softly chide him, and lightly swat him away. “Put your hands
behind your head. You seem to enjoy that position.”
Zach’s lips
curve upward in an amused smile, and his eyes glitter with
excitement. For a man that is absolutely used to dominating a woman
and being in total control, he looks like he’s bound and
determined to enjoy this. He tucks both of his hands behind his head
but tilts his pelvis upward insistently to spur me onward.
I lean my body
forward and bring my lips to his. I kiss him lightly and sweetly,
just for a brief moment. Just until his mouth opens underneath of
mine. Then I bite his lower lip and tug on it, causing him to groan
and pump his hips upward.
Releasing my hold on
him, I lick at him to alleviate the sting, and then trail my lips
over his chin and down his throat. He angles his head backward to
give me better access, and I enjoy the abrading scratch of his
stubble against my skin.
Zach isn’t
usually one for words when we’re having sex, so I’m
surprised when he murmurs, “I love the feel of your lips on me.
You’re the only woman who has ever kissed me.”
My heart turns over
and I almost falter in my path, but then my desire to pleasure him
ratchets up and I lightly suck on his neck, just above his
collarbone, before I give him a little stinging bite.
Zach hisses through
his teeth and one of his hands pops free to cup the back of my head.
I lick at his skin and merely reach a hand up to lace through his
fingers, pulling him away. “Keep your hands behind your head.
No touching.”
He groans in
frustration but obeys me, and I find the power of this to be heady
stuff. Even though I had a tremendous orgasm just a few minutes ago,
I already find myself tightening back up with voracious desire.
My lips blaze across
him, down his chest, to where I love on his nipples with my tongue
and my teeth. Zach mutters a curse and his body tenses as I scoot
myself backward so I can lick and kiss at his ribs and stomach. I dip
my tongue into his belly button and swirl it around, then move a bit
further down so I can pay some attention to his hipbone.
I place my open
mouth on his skin there, my breasts swaying. When they brush lightly
against his cock, I feel a little bit of the pre-cum wet my skin, and
the knowledge that he’s weeping for me causes me to suck hard
against his flesh. Zach’s hips buck, and he mutters, “Holy
mother of God, Moira. Will you just fuck me already?”
I can’t help
the giggle that comes out of my mouth, and I give him one more soft
kiss before I lift my head up. He’s staring down his body at me
with such piercing intensity that I can feel a flood of moisture
escape from between my legs.
Moving forward a
bit, I raise up on my knees so I’m hovering over his cock.
Reaching down with one hand, I wrap my fingers around the length of
satin-covered steel and swirl my thumb around the top. Lowering
myself just a bit, I bring the tip of his shaft to my pussy, where I
rub it back and forth through my slick folds, and I can’t help
but let out a soft moan over how good he feels against me. I bet if I
continued to do this for just a few minutes, I could make myself
come.
“Moira…”
Zach lets out a low rumble of warning.
My eyes draw up
lazily to his, and I’m overwhelmed with the almost insane look
of need in them. For a brief moment, I think about rolling off him
and letting him have his way with me. I know he’d be all over
me in a heartbeat if I did so, but I push that thought aside. I’m
not sure I’ll have another chance like this with Zach because I
find myself living every day with him like it’s my last,
knowing that at any moment, he can decide to leave to return to his
home.
I lower myself onto
Zach’s cock, slowly sinking on to him. My wet desire makes
entrance easy and my flesh expands and forms around him, pulling him
in deep and wrapping him tight.
He groans deeply…
almost like an animal in pain… a sound such as I have never
heard from him, and I watch as his eyes squeeze shut. I lower myself
more, all the way, until he’s lodged deep inside of me and our
pelvises are pressed tight against one another.
I hold still, I
wait… just until Zach’s eyes open and he looks at me. I
see need, craving, absolute desire. I pretend for a brief, foolish
moment that his need is for me… for Moira, and not for just my
body. I hold onto that feeling, even as I tell myself I’m going
to get hurt by pretending he feels something that’s probably
nothing more than a ghost of a fantasy for me.
When I can’t
bear that look any more, I rise up and sink back down on him,
watching the color of his blue eyes darken with pleasure and near
relief.
I raise and lower,
raise and lower, riding his cock like he ordered me to. But I go
slowly, drawing it out for both of us, showing him a different way to
make love. Amazingly, Zach doesn’t hurry my pace, keeping his
hips still with unbelievable power and control. There is no
mistaking, however, the fact that he is enjoying this ride. His jaw
is tight, his eyes are heated beyond nuclear as they stare at me, and
his chest starts to heave.
I decide to change
it up a bit and slam down hard on his cock, gasping at the fullness
within me. Zach’s hands fly free from behind his head and clamp
down on my thighs, his fingers digging in. I rise up slowly, and then
slam back down again, overflowing with sexual dominance when Zach
yells out, “Fuck, Moira.”
I do it again, and
again, starting to not only pick up the power of my movement but the
pace as well. I move above him, my breasts bouncing and my legs
quivering with fatigue. Reaching behind me with one hand, I cup his
balls in my hand and massage them.
Zach’s hips
buck violently upward, and he starts a holy chant. Yes, yes, yes,
yes .
My movements become
frenzied and, before you know it, Zach’s hips are thrusting
counter to my every move, deepening within me and hitting me in just
the right place. His hands snake up to my hips, and he uses his
strength to grind me down hard onto his cock.
I feel his balls
constrict in my hand, and I know he’s close.
“Give it to
me, Zach,” I whisper as I bounce up and down on him. “Come
for me, baby.”
Zach slams me down
on him one last time and his head arches backward, his chest heaving
off the bed, every muscle and vein in his neck standing out in stark
relief. A vicious groan of release pours out of his mouth as I feel
him start to jet inside of me. I watch, fascinated, as pleasure
washes over his face and his harsh pants fill the room with the
evidence of his stormy release.
I pull upward on his
cock, push back down again slowly, and another violent shudder quakes
through his body.
“Oh, God,”
Zach groans as he trembles. “I’m still fucking coming.”
I pull up and push
back down again, and his entire body jerks as another shudder rips
through him.
“What the fuck
are you doing to me?” he asks in wonder as his eyes open and he
stares at me in disbelief, his chest still rising and falling as if
he’s starved for oxygen.
I take my fingers
and run them across his lips, staring at him contemplatively. “I’m
liberating you, my uncivilized man.”