Chapter 37
Zac
I lower her to the mattress. We can’t be too loud; the cabin is small enough that any sounds will carry straight through the walls. But the need burning inside me has me reckless. I’m entirely done waiting. I’ve wanted this for way too long.
Our mouths join in a hungry and desperate mix of teeth and tongue that confirms what we’ve finally admitted to each other. She’s here. I love her. This is actually happening.
A wave of possessive heat hits me as I tear at her clothes, flinging her top across the room until it lands somewhere on the floor. I slide her shorts down her legs and toss them aside too.
She sits on the edge of the mattress, her palms braced behind her for support, still facing me.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes dark with matching desire.
Seeing her like this, exposed to me, shivering, not from the cabin air but from anticipation, sends a hard throb straight to my cock.
Mindful of her injured ankle, I lift each of her legs to place her feet flat on the bed.
I keep my movements slow, checking her face for any flash of pain, but she only tracks me with licking her lips.
Opening her to me like this is tortuously beautiful.
I hook my fingers into the delicate lace of her thong and tug it down, inch by inch.
Sliding it off her feet, I tuck it straight into my pocket.
I need the memento for when she leaves me, something to hold on to and remember this night.
“Lay back, honey,” I say roughly. Barely holding myself together.
She obeys, sinking into the white sheets. Her long hair fans across the pillow like an aura, her lips parted as she sucks in deep, uneven breaths. I’ve spent months admiring her from a distance, memorizing the shape of her body through structured clothes, and now she’s laid out entirely for me.
“Zac,” she gasps as my hands slide up her inner thighs. Her skin twitches beneath my palms, which sends another surge of arousal flooding through me. I’m getting harder by the second, the fabric of my pants suffocatingly tight.
She stays back, but props herself up on her elbows, lifting her head to watch me.
“Fuck, Hannah,” I breathe, staring at the expanse of her bare skin. “The things I want to do to you.”
“Do them.” Her gaze locks onto mine with fierce determination. “Do them to me right now, Zac.”
Hearing her say my name like that snaps the last thread of restraint.
My lips follow the trail that my fingers did, pressing kisses down her right inner thigh, then her left, moving slowly to torture us both.
When I blow against her pussy, she shudders violently.
The raw honesty of her reaction makes me smile triumphantly.
I bring my hand up to palm her breast, loving the heaviness of it in my hand. I’ve imagined this specific moment, but the reality is intoxicating. I rub my thumb roughly over her nipple, and she arches her back with a groan.
Her fingers grip the blanket beneath her, but she doesn’t close her eyes. She watches everything I do to her; her hooded blue eyes urging me on as I explore every inch, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips roll toward my hand.
I press a kiss on her lower belly, just below her navel, then around it, avoiding where she really wants me.
“I need you, Zac,” she whimpers, her hips lifting.
The sound of her begging tests the absolute limits of my control. “You’ll have me,” I murmur against her skin, heart hammering in my throat. “But I want to play a little more.”
A frustrated groan escapes her, and my gaze flicks up. There’s no anger in her eyes, just all-consuming need. She wants exactly what I’m giving her. She just wants more.
I palm her other breast as I lower my mouth to kiss the top of her pussy, inhaling her scent. At the same time, I slide my fingers down through her wetness. A ragged groan tears from my throat at how wet she is for me.
“Keep your eyes on me the whole time. You got it?” I command softly.
She nods, biting down on her bottom lip.
I run two fingers along her clit, rubbing her own moisture over her, before sinking them easily inside her. She’s incredibly tight, clamping down on my hand with a whimper. When I look up, her eyes are wide, glassy, and pinned on me.
“Good girl,” I murmur, the praise falling from my mouth.
I fuck her with my fingers, picking up the pace, wanting her to come first. I need her completely unraveled and ready for my cock. Rocking her hips to meet me, she lifts off the bed. Her breathing changes into shallow puffs. She’s right on the edge.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
Her eyes roll back, eyelids heavy, but her gaze snaps back to me. I press my thumb firmly over her clit, and she whimpers louder, her hips seizing. “Zac.”
“That’s it. Give it to me.”
Her hands leave the mattress, threading into my hair and tugging hard. The sting of pain sends another jolt of heat straight to my cock.
My tongue rolls over her clit while my fingers move faster inside her. She’s panting, her thighs trembling uncontrollably against my shoulders. She’s so much better than any fantasy I built in my head.
I lap at her pussy until she’s crying out, her thighs tightening around my arms. She screams my name, but the sound is muffled as she bites down on her hand to stay quiet. Under me, she comes apart, her body convulsing.
I don’t stop. I speed up my fingers, suck on her clit, enjoying the rush of her release and the way her body shakes beneath me.
Now she’s ready for me.
As much as I want to do it hard and fast, I force myself to slow down. I want to memorize every second of this. The setting isn’t perfect, but she is.
Pulling my fingers out, I press one last kiss to the top of her pussy before looking up. Her eyes are glazed, heavy with the aftermath of her orgasm, but she’s watching me intensely.
“So good,” I mutter as I sit back on my heels, my hands shaking with an adrenaline rush as I reach for my pants on the floor.
My cock is bare, hard, throbbing with a desperate need to sink into her. I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth and roll it on. Every muscle in my body is drawn tight, vibrating with the effort of holding back.
She scoots up the bed, opening herself up further, allowing me to hover between her thighs. Her lips are parted. I lower myself over her, capturing them again.
“God, I could kiss you forever,” I say against her mouth as my cock brushes her entrance. I want to make her come again, and then I want to wrap myself around her and never leave this bed.
Our lips stay connected as I line my dick up and slowly inch inside her.
“Oh. Fuck,” I groan into her mouth. The heat of her pussy wraps tightly around me.
She swallows the sound, kissing me harder, her fingers gripping the nape of my neck as I push deeper, burying myself all the way.
I pause, letting her adjust, rolling my hips to feel her perfect fit around me.
“You okay?” I pull back to look at her face, checking for discomfort.
“Yes,” she breathes, her chest heaving against mine. “Please, Zac.”
With that permission, I pull out and pump in again. I start slow with deliberate thrusts, but then the heat takes over, and my movements quicken. As the pace builds, I still hold back from how hard I want to go. It’s been a long time coming, and I want to soak in this moment.
Her head tips back against the pillow, but her eyes never leave mine. Our gazes stay locked. There’s a silent knowing passing between us, both wanting to watch the other fall apart.
The flutter of her eyelids, the moans catching in her throat, the clamping down of her pussy around my cock, pushes me to the brink.
“I’m close, Zac.”
“So am I,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
I want to come together. I put my hands on either side of her head, maintaining this pace.
She begins writhing beneath me, moaning softly with each thrust. The second her body tightens into another orgasm, I thrust in deeper, holding myself inside her as my cock pulses, emptying myself completely while her name leaves my lips.
She’s perfect. This is perfect.
Both of us panting, I pull out gently, collapsing beside her. Her legs quiver a final time as goosebumps erupt across her skin. She turns her head toward me, giving me a lazy, beautifully satisfied smile.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I lean over, kissing her lips softly, lingering there. “Thank you for tonight. For everything,” I say, the honesty heavy in my chest. “For helping me heal.”
She probably doesn’t know how much she’s helped. She thinks I healed her; that was external, an ankle operation, something physical. She healed me internally, and that is priceless.
As our breathing evens out, and the adrenaline fades into exhaustion, I discard the condom and grab a washcloth. I clean her up gently, taking my time, before pulling her up into the center of the bed and throwing the thick blankets over us.
I kiss her temple, breathing in her scent, my arm locked securely around her waist. Wrapped around her like this, I know it’ll be the best sleep of my life.