Chapter 30 #2
at this moment… this very moment… Zach has returned to
me.
Zach slams into me
one more time and digs his fingers into my skin, roaring out his
release, which I can feel coating my the walls of my pussy. He
collapses onto me, rolling us so he can pull me into his arms. He
presses his mouth to the back of my head and kisses me, then we lay
like that for a while as our breathing starts to go silent.
I don’t know
what to say to him. He’s here.
In my house.
Alive.
Sudden joy over what
this means courses through me.
Yes, he’s
alive.
And yes… he’s
here with me.
Zach suddenly
releases me and pushes up from the floor. I watch, completely
boneless, while he tucks his cock back in his jeans and zips up. He
then bends down and scoops me up in his arms.
Without a word
between us, he takes me into the bathroom and sets me down gently.
Turning away from me briefly, he turns the shower on and adjusts the
temperature.
When he turns back
to me, he leans in and gives me a soft kiss. “I missed you.”
“You already
said that once,” I murmur, my head still spinning that he’s
standing here… with me.
“I plan on
saying it a whole lot more, so get used to it,” he says with a
grin.
Zach kneels down
before me, taking off my hiking boots and socks. He peels my pants
and underwear off me, and I use the opportunity to touch him by
resting my hands on his shoulders for balance. I even drag my fingers
through his hair, loving the soft but slightly longer locks. He purrs
under my fingertips and nuzzles my stomach briefly.
Standing up, he
alleviates me of my sports bra and then takes off his clothes before
pulling me under the hot spray of water.
Zach washes me, oh
so gently. He takes great care massaging shampoo into my hair and
working the conditioner in so every piece is coated with the silky
liquid. He lathers his hands and runs them over every square inch of
my body, his eyes never leaving the path that his trails are blazing.
He’s oh so gentle between my legs, making this not about sex,
but about caring for my body in a way he never has before.
When I’m
clean, he wraps me in a towel and proceeds to soak up every drop of
water from my skin.
Then I’m up in
his arms again, and he takes me to my bedroom, where he peels the
covers back and places me in bed. Crawling in beside me, his hands
reach out to pull me in close… my front to his.
My cheek settles
against his chest, which beats a steady tune, and we just lay in the
silence. Zach strokes my back and presses kisses to my forehead, yet
he says nothing. My eyes start to get heavy and, before I know it, I
fall asleep.
My eyes fly open,
and the first thing I notice is that it’s dark outside. My room
is lit softly by the small table lamp that sits to my right, but it
casts heavy shadows outside of the perimeter of my immediate
vicinity.
I turn to the other
side of the bed and see it’s empty and, for a brief moment, I
think maybe I dreamed that Zach was here. But no… I’m
naked in my bed and clearly, someone was lying beside me as evidenced
by the rumpled covers.
Lifting my head up,
I glance to my right and my heart stutters. Zach is in a small settee
chair that sits beside my window. The moonlight filters in across his
dark hair, casting silver glints on it. He’s beautifully naked,
his long legs stretched in front of him. He has one hand resting
lazily on his thigh, the other cupping his chin in his palm while his
elbow rests on the chair.
“What are you
doing over there?” I ask, my voice still rough with lazy
slumber.
“Watching you
sleep,” he says simply. “You must have been exhausted.”
I nod my head and
rub my eyes. “Yeah… I guess I was.”
Zach pushes out of
the chair and walks to the end of the bed. My throat goes dry at his
complete magnificence. He looks cut from marble; the dark shadows in
the room making the angles of his muscles look almost harsh in their
formation. His cock is half erect, and I lick my lips as I stare at
it in fascination.
“Eyes up
here,” Zach chides, and my face goes red as I look up at him.
He bends over,
pulling the cover and sheet away from my body. My nipples go erect
from the cool air hitting them, as well as Zach’s hot gaze.
Slowly raising a
knee up, he crawls onto the end of the bed and makes his way up my
body, pushing my legs apart as he goes.
Never one for
subtlety, his hands cover my mound and pull the swollen folds of my
center apart. His mouth descends on me, his tongue shockingly hot and
probing. I groan deep in my chest, my hands coming up to his hair to
dig in tight and hold him in place.
Zach uses his tongue
and his lips to love on me… in a way that I know he loves,
because he’s done it to me often enough. He’s become so
skilled at his oral play that, within just minutes, he has me
cresting in climax, but he doesn’t let up on me. He keeps at
me, lashing at me with his tongue, sucking hard and then gently at
me. His fingers come in to play, and he keeps his face between my
legs for what seems like hours until I come again.
My fingers pull
tight on his hair, and he lifts his head up to me. I can see my
moisture glistening on his lips from the lamplight, and he gives me a
sinful smile.
“More?”
he asks.
I shake my head, and
he looks disappointed.
“What are you
doing here, Zach?” I ask, my need for answers demanding this be
addressed.
Sighing, Zach
continues to crawl up my body, where he settles his hips against mine
and rests his elbows to the sides of my rib cage. Leaning down, he
kisses me softly… so softly I barely get a taste of my essence
clinging to his lips.
“I came back
for you,” he tells me when he pulls his mouth away from mine.
“I never should have left the way I did. It was wrong, and I’ll
always regret it.”
“I went
looking for you,” I tell him, my voice small, the hurt over his
abandonment coming out fresh again.
“I know,”
he says as he stares down at me. “I called Randall when I got
to the States, and he told me you were there. I was going to get on a
plane immediately and fly back over there to find you, but he urged
me to wait.”
“And you’ve
been here at my house the whole time?”
He gives me a
sheepish grin. “For three days and… um… I sort of
had to break in. You’re kind of missing a small pane of glass
on your back door, but I taped over it.”
“You broke
into my house?” I ask with amusement.
“I didn’t
have anywhere else to go,” he says as he leans down to kiss me
again.
“Not true. You
could have gone to Randall’s. You could have gone to a hotel.”
“No, I
couldn’t have. I needed to be as close to you as possible. I
missed you so badly; this was the only place I could be. And I was
going crazy with worry, knowing you were out in the Amazon…
alone… unprotected. It was torture waiting for you.”
“Now you know
how I felt when you left,” I say in a chastising voice.
“I know,”
he says softly and lays his head on my chest. I can’t help
myself. My arms come up to circle around his head, and I hold him
tight to me. “I’m so sorry, Moira. I was out of my mind
with worry and grief, and I let it push you aside. I should have
never done that.”
I hold him to me,
feeling his skin against mine… feeling his warm breath against
my breasts. “Randall told me that you had made the decision to
stay with me… just that morning before you left.”
Lifting his head,
Zach looks at me sincerely. “Yes. I wanted that more than
anything. I still want that… if you do.”
“You’d
leave your home… forever… to be with me?”
“I’m
here, aren’t I?”
“Yes, but for
how long? For all I know, this was just a chance to get another fuck
in,” I say quietly.
Leaning down, Zach
takes a nipple into his mouth and tugs on it gently. When it pops
free, he looks up at me with dark eyes. “Yes, I plan on fucking
you a lot. Hard and repetitively, and I’m going to be taking
that ass again soon because there is nothing fucking better than to
be lodged deep inside of you that way. But… you and I both
know this is a whole lot more than just about fucking. This is about
the heart.”
Said heart seizes,
constricting inward, and then bursting out in hopeful abandon. “It
is?”
“You know it
is,” he says with confidence. “I have fallen so deeply in
love with you, that there is no where I can possibly be except by
your side. Nothing means as much to me as you, Moira. Not Caraica,
not Paraila, not the tribe. It’s you. It will only ever be
you.”
Tears fill my eyes,
because I am so joyful to be hearing those words from Zach’s
beautiful lips. My hands come up and caress his face, pulling him
down to me for another kiss.
It’s light and
gentle, filled with love, care, and tenderness.
“Tell me you
love me too,” Zach says urgently. “I only heard it once
from you, and I need to know you still feel it… deep down
here.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss over my heart.
“Yes, Zach,”
I breathe out in a rush. “I love you so much. I nearly died
when you left me. I was so crushed. Please don’t do that to me
again.”
“Never,”
he vows just before bringing his mouth down on mine for a punishing
kiss. I groan and my hips arch up. His erection lays heavy against my
lower belly, and I rub up against it.
Hissing through his
teeth, Zach rears up, pulling me in his arms. He rolls so he’s
underneath me and I come up on top, straddling him.
“Ride me,
Moira,” he commands.
I swallow hard and
place one hand on his chest for leverage and with the other, I grab
onto his cock. I give it a hard squeeze, which causes Zach to moan,
then I position it to my entrance and slide oh so far down his
length.
I feel deliciously
tight and full when I’m completely impaled on his massive
shaft. Before I can start to move, Zach’s hands reach up to cup
my face. He pulls me toward him and leans the rest of the way up, so
our mouths can meet again. He kisses me once more, as if he can’t
get enough of that intimate touch.
When he releases me,
he lays back down flat and brings his hands to my hips. “Remember
the first time we made love this way?”
I nod with a smile.
“You liberated
me that day… made me see that I didn’t have to have
absolute control all the time. You tamed me… showed me how to
be a civilized man.”
I laugh low in my
belly and rub my hands on his chest. “Silly man… I could
never civilize someone like you. I wouldn’t want to.”
“I’m not
that wild man you brought out of the jungle anymore. I’ve
learned to adjust… to accept… to experience.”
“Because you
are an amazing man, Zacharias Easton. Still wild… completely
beautiful to me… and always evolving.”
Zach surges upward,
wrapping his arms around me and driving his cock in just a little
deeper. I give a soft moan but focus on Zach, who brings his nose in
so it’s almost touching mine.
“You are my
life now, Moira. I will die before I ever hurt you again, and I will
love you unconditionally for the rest of my days.”
I smile at him and
nod my head. “I’ll love you right back.”
He gives me a
stunning smile, and his eyes shimmer in the glow of the light as he
lies back flat on the bed. “Excellent. Now… ride my
cock, Moira. Liberate me again. Set me free from my old life, once
and for all, and show me that you’re really mine.”
Placing my hands on
his chest, I rise up, feeling his length slip along my passage until
I can feel the swollen head almost break free, and then I push back
down on him hard. Zach tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and
groans.
“Yes,”
he whispers. “Liberate me.”
I rise up and lower
again, and when I’m sitting down on him hard and tight, I
whisper back to him, “I’m not setting you free, baby. I’m
bringing you home.”