Chapter 23
Gwen
We’ve been standing, holding each other in the bedroom for what feels like an hour when Zane slowly lets go.
“Did you want to try to get some sleep?” I ask as he looks at me. Zane shakes his head, a small smile forming on his face.
“Do you want to stay the night?” he asks, his hands gliding slowly up and down my back.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I lean in and kiss him. I press into his lips, wrapping my arms around him, and the answer is clear enough. Zane understands. He gently leads us toward the bed.
We sit down at the end of the bed, still kissing. Zane brushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he admits softly.
“Sit on the bed?” I ask.
“Yes, exactly that,” Zane laughs mockingly.
I can’t help but laugh with him when Zane leans in and kisses me again. It starts slowly, his mouth moves against mine with quiet patience. One hand slides along my back, the other is anchored at my hip.
Zane waits for me to lean closer, and when I do, something shifts.
The kiss deepens. My fingers slide into his hair before I even realize I’m doing it.
“Does this feel good for you?” Zane asks, and I immediately nod.
“Yes,” I whisper. It feels more than good. It feels great, it feels like I want more, and I need him to know that.
Zane’s hand moves to my jaw, his thumb brushes my cheek like he’s memorizing the shape of my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
I can’t help but laugh, like it’s a reflex. Some kind of self-defense, a mechanism I built up over the years.
“I mean it,” Zane says, quieter now, and the thing is, I believe him. Not because he’s saying the words, but because I can feel it in the way he looks at me. The way his hands don’t hesitate when they touch me, like they’re unsure of what they’re allowed to hold.
I move even closer to Zane, closing the last inch between us.
“Show me,” I whisper, and Zane exhales like I just knocked the air out of him.
His hands start moving slowly, sliding along my sides, over my back, learning my body even though he already knows it. He touches me like someone who understands I’m not fragile, but still treats me like I’m precious.
Zane lifts my shirt over my head and pauses. He looks at me. The silence stretches, and it’s reverent.
“Hi,” I say softly.
Zane’s mouth curves. “Hi.”
His fingertips trace the line of my shoulder, my arm, my waist.
“Tell me if I go too fast,” he says while he focuses on my body.
“You won’t,” I reply, and I mean it.
Zane kisses me again, one hand at the small of my back, pulling me closer until I sit on his lap. When I do, I can feel how much he wants me. The realization sends a warm rush through my chest, my stomach, everywhere at once.
I press my forehead against his. “I like that you’re not careful anymore,” I tell him.
“I am careful,” he replies quietly.
“With me.”
“Always with you.”
Zane’s hand slides lower, then back up again, like he’s reminding himself he’s allowed to be here. He’s allowed to want this. Allowed to want me.
I get up in front of him and grab his hand until he stands up.
When he does, I lift his shirt and drop it to the floor.
His body is incredible. I have dreamt of seeing it, but everything about him is perfection.
I trace my fingers over the muscles on his chest and stomach.
I can tell the movement is giving him goosebumps.
I look up and smile at him while I slowly lower my hands until I reach the edge of his pants. I undo them, and almost in slow motion, I unzip them.
I let his pants drop to the floor, and when I look, I can already see how hard he is through his boxers. I take off my pants as well and let them fall to the floor.
We are standing in front of each other in nothing but our underwear.
Zane’s hand slides into mine, fingers threading together as he leans closer.
“I want you,” Zane whispers, and I just about come undone. The words are like a fire to my soul.
I move my hand down to his boxers and touch him through the fabric. Zane sucks in a deep breath when I rub him.
“You’re driving me wild,” he says, and when he does, I touch harder.
“Good,” I smile.
Zane moves his hands to my back and undoes my bra in one swift move. I let it fall to the floor, on the pile of clothes already there.
I answer Zane’s move by slowly rolling down his boxers until they fall to the floor as well.
Zane is standing naked in front of me, and when I look down, I can’t help but blush. Everything about him is perfect.
I softly push Zane onto the bed, and he listens. He gets on the bed and leans on his elbows, never taking his eyes off me.
Slowly, I move my hands down my own body until I reach my thong. I grab the edge and take it off in front of him. Zane makes a grunting sound, almost animalistic.
I walk over to him, and he waits for me. I crawl onto the bed in front of him.
“My god, you are beautiful,” Zane whispers, and I chuckle.
I slowly climb on top of him until I hover over him. His hard penis presses against the entrance of my pussy, and I am about to lose my mind.
“I want you too,” I whisper before I slowly lower myself onto him. He’s big and hard and perfect for me. I moan as I slowly let him enter me.
“Gwen,” Zane moans when he’s fully inside of me.
I sit up and place my hands on his chest. Immediately, Zane moves his hands to my breasts, like he’s been waiting to do so all night. He massages them sensually and playfully while I slowly start rocking my hips back and forth.
“You have no idea how bad I have wanted this,” Zane pants while I keep riding him.
“I think I do,” I smirk while I move faster and faster. I can’t help but moan his name as I keep going.
“Come for me,” Zane demands while I moan louder. I’m almost out of breath from moving this fast, but I can’t stop. I can feel my orgasm build inside of me, and I need it. I need him. “That’s it, babe,” Zane tells me while I feel electricity run through my entire body.
“Zane,” I moan loudly, and as I do, he lifts his hips, letting himself even deeper inside of me. The movement brings me to my height, and I scream as I come undone. Zane presses up again one more time and grunts my name.
“Oh my god,” he pants as I slow down, until I come to a stop. I place one of my hands on his cheek and lean forward to kiss him while he’s still inside of me. His body spasms, and I feel his penis move. It makes me giggle.
“That was amazing,” I whisper.
“I love you,” Zane says softly.
“I love you too,” I reply as I ease back onto the mattress. Zane immediately moves closer, wrapping his arms around me.
We lie there together in the quiet aftermath. My head rests against his chest, and I trace soft patterns across his skin while listening to his breathing slow.
“By the way… I do want to stay the night,” I finally say, answering his earlier question.
“What?” he asks, a hint of confusion in his voice as he remembers.
“You asked me earlier if I wanted to stay. I do,” I repeat gently.
Zane lets out a soft laugh and pulls me closer.
“Good,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“And I want this again in the morning,” I add, glancing up at him.
“You’re going to make me wait that long?” he asks, amused.
“I’m ready when you are,” I tease.
“Give me a couple of hours,” he replies.
“You get one,” I whisper playfully.
“I like it when you’re bossy,” Zane chuckles.
“Just wait and see,” I tease back as he runs his hand slowly along my arm.
We stay like this for a long while, wrapped in each other’s presence, until sleep eventually finds us both.