Zain #2
Her face turns red when I look at her.
“You are staring.”
“I know.”
“Zain.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then let me look.”
I run one hand up the inside of her thigh. She jerks at the first touch.
Already wet.
My jaw tightens.
“Christ, Kaia.”
I circle her clit with one finger, watching her hips lift toward my hand before I do it again.
Then I lower my head.
She goes still.
“Zain.”
I look up. “What?”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know. I want this.”
Then I put my mouth on her.
The first slow sweep of my tongue makes her whole body tense beneath me. I hold her thighs open and do it again, dragging through her wet pussy before circling her clit.
Her breath breaks.
I keep my pace slow at first, learning her in the small changes of her body. The way her hips rise when I flatten my tongue against her. The way her fingers knot in the sheets when I circle tighter. The way my name leaves her mouth when I close my lips around her clit and suck gently.
“Zain.”
I slide one finger inside her.
She tightens around me immediately.
Tighter than I expect.
I slow down, working into her carefully while my mouth keeps moving.
Her breathing turns uneven.
When I curl my finger inside her, I feel the way she reacts before the sound leaves her. Her hips jerk, her thighs tense, and a broken moan catches in her throat.
I do it again.
“There?”
“Yes.”
I keep the pressure there while my tongue works her clit.
Her body starts to shake.
“That’s it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“Zain.”
“Let go.”
She comes with a broken cry, tightening around my finger while I keep my mouth on her pussy through every tremor, easing only when her body finally begins to soften.
When I move back up her body, she is flushed and breathing hard.
“That was…”
I wait.
Her eyes narrow.
“Do not look smug.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“My face doesn’t do anything.”
A breathless laugh escapes her.
I kiss her.
My cock is painfully hard now, and when her hand moves down my chest, I catch her wrist before she reaches me.
“You still want this?”
“Yes.”
“Kaia.”
“Yes, Zain. I want you. All of you.”
I stand long enough to push my pants and underwear down.
Her gaze follows the movement, and when she sees me fully, her eyes widen enough that I nearly smile.
“Problem?”
“I am evaluating.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“Shut up.”
The humor fades from her face a moment later.
She looks nervous now.
“I need to tell you something.”
“All right.”
Her fingers twist in the sheet.
“I have never done this.”
I frown.
“What do you mean?”
Her face turns red.
“I mean I have never had sex.”
For a second, I do not move.
“You’re a virgin.”
She winces. “I hate how dramatic that word sounds.”
“Kaia.”
“Yes.”
I drag one hand over my face.
Christ.
She watches me carefully.
“If that changes anything…”
“It does.”
Her expression closes.
I catch her chin gently.
“Not like that.”
She looks at me.
“It changes how I touch you.”
Her breath leaves slowly.
“I still want you.”
Something dark and possessive moves through me.
I slide my hand to the back of her neck and hold her there, making sure she sees exactly what this does to me.
“You tell me that while you are naked in my bed, after I have spent months trying not to touch you, and you think I am walking away now?”
Her lips part.
I lower my forehead to hers.
“No, sweetheart. You are mine now, and I am going to take care of every inch of you before I take anything for myself.”
Her breathing changes.
Good.
I brush my thumb over her cheek.
“I am not stopping, but I am slowing down.”
She nods.
“All right.”
I kiss her once, softly, then lay her back against the pillows.
“Tell me if anything hurts.”
“I will.”
“And if you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
“Look at me.”
She does.
I kiss her slowly while my hand moves between us, touching her again until the tension leaves her body and she opens beneath me.
Only then do I settle between her thighs and position myself at her entrance.
I push in carefully.
Her body tightens around me at once.
I stop.
“Kaia?”
“It hurts a little.”
I do not move.
Her hands close around my shoulders.
“Give me a second.”
I wait, every muscle in my body straining with the effort to stay still.
Then she exhales and shifts beneath me.
“Okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
I move again, slowly enough to feel every inch as her body adjusts around me. When I am finally fully inside her, the sensation nearly destroys me.
She is hot and impossibly tight around my cock, her eyes fixed on mine.
I lower my forehead to hers.
“Fuck.”
Her lips curve faintly.
“Very romantic.”
A laugh catches in my chest.
I kiss her.
Then I start to move, keeping each stroke controlled while I watch her face for the slightest sign of pain.
Gradually, the tension leaves her body. Her hips begin to meet mine, and when her legs tighten around me, something in my control starts to slip.
“More.”
I still.
“Kaia.”
“More, Zain.”
I give her what she asks for.
My thrusts deepen, and the sound she makes goes straight through me. I kiss her hard, one hand braced beside her head while the other grips her hip and draws her into every movement.
She begins to meet every thrust, and each time her hips rise into mine, my control slips further.
My name leaves her mouth, and I have never heard anything better.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open.
I move harder.
“That’s it.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“I’m close.”
I reach between us and touch her clit.
She breaks apart beneath me. Her body tightens around my cock, and the feeling pulls me over the edge with her.
I bury my face against her neck as I come.
For a while, neither of us moves.
Then I lift my head.
Kaia looks exhausted, flushed, and so beautiful it hurts to look at her.
“You okay?”
She gives me a weak glare.
“You are medically interrogating me after sex.”
“Yes.”
Her mouth curves.
“I’m okay.”
I ease away carefully and retrieve a warm cloth and water.
Kaia watches me while I return to the bed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That is never true.”
She smiles.
I clean her gently, then slide into bed beside her.
She turns toward me almost immediately, settling her head against my chest while I wrap one arm around her.
The cabin is quiet again.
This time, it does not feel empty.
Kaia’s breathing evens out against me, and I stare into the dark with one hand resting against her back.
She thinks she is here because the fire left her nowhere else to go.
She does not know that somewhere between carrying her through my front door and holding her in my bed, I stopped thinking of this cabin as mine alone.