CHAPTER 11 #3
“Need more,” I breathe, rocking myself harder into his gentle touch, trying to maneuver my hips so he knows where I want him. “Inside me, please. I need your cock.”
Zarek’s eyebrows lift momentarily, but his surprise is quickly overtaken by desire when he slips his fingers inside me.
Two, which would be too much too quickly, if I wasn’t so fucking turned on he could drown in my wetness.
He reacts to my body’s movements, matching the rhythm of my rocking hips and then controlling it.
My body sinks into the mattress as he fucks me with his fingers, and I grip his shoulders until my nails dig into his skin.
The build is so fast, faster than it even is when I do this alone, which is shocking enough that I flutter my eyes open.
I want to come so badly, like this, splayed out beneath him and staring into the universe of his eyes.
But I know it’s unlikely I’ll get a second orgasm tonight, and I need to feel him inside of me.
Zarek is unbearably hard, his cock trapped between our bodies and leaking pre-cum against my stomach. I throw my head backward against the pillows as Zarek’s palm grazes my clit as he thrusts his fingers inside me, and I have to focus on staying earthside as I wrap my hand around his cock.
Zarek’s movements stutter, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment as his breath catches around my name.
“Ellie, let me…” he starts, his sentence dying on a groan as I stroke his cock between us. His skin here is slightly warmer than a human’s, just like the rest of his body, and the ridges on the underside leak a lubricant that slicks my hand as I increase my pace.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I admit, emboldened by the orgasm teetering on the edge of my consciousness, threatening to pull me under something I can’t define.
Zarek’s mouth is on mine in an instant, dragging the breath from my lungs as he pulls his fingers from inside me. He shifts his hips, notching himself at my entrance, and I find the hand braced near my head and lace my fingers through his.
We don’t stop kissing as he slowly, carefully pushes inside me.
It’s a miracle how turned on I am, coupled with the additional lubrication from his cock, that the girth of him isn’t painful.
Instead, a heady pressure fills me, and I lift one of my legs to hook around his hip, forcing him to hurry.
For not the first time in my life, I am very thankful for long-term birth control.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he pants against my neck, resisting the pull into my body. But I can feel how taut his muscles are, and I rock my hips against him, begging him with my body for more.
“You aren’t,” I promise, pulling his face up to mine so I can kiss him again. “Please.”
Maybe he believes me, or maybe he just can’t hold back any longer, because without any further reservation, he sinks into me completely. I barely have a moment to adjust to how blissfully fucking full I feel, when Zarek pulls out nearly to the head, and thrusts back into me again.
My cry of pleasure is too loud for a crowded hotel, but I can’t stop, the feeling of Zarek inside me eliminating all sense of reason and decorum.
I’m nothing but sensation, a live wire set loose.
Zarek feels too good, too right, too perfect, filling me like we were meant to fit like this.
I can feel the words he speaks into my lips, my neck, my shoulder, my hair, as he pumps into me again and again, and even though I can’t understand the language, I know the desperation in his tone. Because I feel it too.
Without warning, the edge I’ve been balancing on since Zarek first touched me is ripped from under my feet, and I’m sent hurtling into an orgasm that tears a cry from my lips, where they’re pressed against Zarek’s chest. Wave after wave of undiluted pleasure crashes over me, making it impossible to feel or see or think about anything but Zarek, Zarek, Zarek.
Above me, he loses the rhythm of his thrusts, drawing out my orgasm until I’m nearly about to beg him to stop.
He finds my lips one more time, chanting my name into my mouth as he stills, buried deep inside me, and finds his own release.
It takes what feels like hours for our breathing to come back to normal.
Zarek’s hand still grips mine tightly, and it acts as an anchor to Earth as we both catch our breath.
Finally, when the air around us cools, and our senses return to us, Zarek pulls out of me, still semi-hard, and drops next to me on the bed.
For a few heartbeats, neither of us says a word or moves, and I feel the anxiety of my decision start to creep under my skin. But Zarek must feel my skittering heartbeat, with his arm pressed against mine. Without explanation he reaches over and pulls my body against his.
I should say something. I should take a shower. I should figure out what the fuck I just did. I should text Jo.
But for one night, I decide I’m going to ignore reality, and sink into the warm embrace of the first being who has made me feel human in a very long time.