19. Celine #2
He lowers me onto the massive sectional couch, the deep cushions sinking beneath us. Zane settles between my spread thighs, his heavy body pressing me down as he kisses me again, harder this time.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he says, voice low. His hands move to my blouse, unbuttoning it slowly. “Been thinking about touching you all night.”
He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and unhooks my bra with practiced fingers. When my breasts spill free, he groans deeply and lowers his head. His mouth closes around one nipple, sucking hard as his tongue swirls around it.
I moan loudly, arching into him. He grunts against my skin and switches to the other breast, sucking and biting gently while his hand squeezes the first one.
“Zane…” I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders.
He kisses his way down my stomach, breathing hard. His hands slide under my skirt and drag my underwear and skirt down my legs in one motion. He tosses them aside and spreads my thighs wide, kneeling on the rug in front of the couch.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust.
He leans in and drags his tongue slowly through my folds. I cry out, my hand flying to his hair. He groans loudly against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body.
He licks me again, slower, savoring, then focuses on my clit with firm, rhythmic strokes. Two thick fingers slide inside me, curling perfectly as he sucks on my clit.
“Oh god,” I moan, hips rolling against his mouth. My thighs are already starting to shake.
Zane grunts and fucks me deeper with his fingers, his tongue working my clit without mercy. His free hand grips my thigh hard, holding me open. The wet sounds of his mouth and fingers fill the living room along with my broken moans.
“That’s it,” he growls against me. “Let me hear you, baby. Come on my tongue like a good girl.”
The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. My legs tremble violently around his shoulders. I cry out louder, gripping his hair tighter as the orgasm crashes through me. I scream his name, back arching hard off the couch while intense waves of pleasure roll through my body.
Zane keeps licking and fingering me through every pulse, groaning deeply like he can’t get enough of my taste, until I’m shaking and gasping for breath.
He rises from his knees, breathing hard, his mouth shiny with my arousal. His eyes are dark and hungry as he looks down at me. He quickly strips off the rest of his clothes. His cock is thick and hard, curving up against his stomach. The sight makes my stomach tighten with fresh need.
Zane climbs onto the couch and pulls me to the edge so my ass is right at the cushion’s lip. He grips my thighs, spreading me open, and lines himself up. The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Eyes on me,” he says, voice rough. “I want to watch you while I fuck you.”
He pushes inside me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. We both groan loudly at the feeling. When he bottoms out, he stays there for a moment, buried deep, letting me adjust. His forehead rests against mine, our breathing ragged and shared.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he whispers. “So tight. So wet. This pussy was made for me.”
He starts moving. Slow, deep, powerful thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me.
I moan with every stroke, my hands clutching his back. He kisses me deeply, swallowing my sounds as he fucks me. One of his hands cradles the back of my neck while the other grips my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me.
The pace gradually builds. His thrusts grow harder, deeper. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, taking him even deeper.
“Zane… Oh fuck, right there,” I gasp.
He grunts and angles his hips, hitting that perfect spot again and again. “Like that? You want it deeper, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”
He fucks me harder, breathing heavily against my neck. Sweat slicks our skin. I feel another orgasm building fast. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cry out.
“Come for me again,” he growls. “I want to feel this tight cunt squeezing my cock.”
I shatter with a loud scream, clenching hard around him.
Zane groans deeply, his rhythm faltering as my orgasm triggers his own.
He thrusts deep one final time and comes inside me, pulsing hot and thick.
He stays buried deep, grinding slowly against me as he fills me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.
We stay locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Then he slowly pulls out and lifts me into his arms.
He carries me through the glass doors onto the wide balcony. The cool night air hits my overheated skin as the city sparkles far below us. He sits on the wide outdoor lounge chair and pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. His hand strokes slowly down my back in soothing circles.
Neither of us speaks for a while. The kitchen light is still visible in the distance, glowing softly. I rest my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly calm down.
I’m still angry. I’m still scared. But right now, wrapped in his arms under the night sky, I let myself feel safe.