Chapter 9
A MOMENT SO PERFECT
brIAR
A FEW WEEKS LATER
My scalp tingles as Zander’s fingers run through it, my head in his lap as the TV plays. I haven’t been paying much attention to whatever is on; my mind has been too busy racing.
These past few weeks have been the best of my life. Zander and I have spent as much time as possible together, making up for the years we missed because both of us were too shy to admit our feelings. It’s been nearly perfect.
A few questions have swirled up in my mind, but I haven’t asked them. Even though logically I know I can ask him literally anything, the overthinking part of my brain is usually in control, hence why I have left them unasked.
But I’m going to do it. I’m going to ask him all my burning questions. Maybe I’ll start with the least hot ones, though.
“Can I ask you some things?” I open my eyes, rolling so that my head lies flat in his lap rather than on the side.
He looks down at me, nodding. “Of course. About the show, or…?”
“No. About, just, well, other things.”
“What’s on your mind?” His eyebrows crease together as his eyes search my face.
The way he worries about me so much is cute. It makes me feel safe and offers me reassurance that he truly cares. Though, the overthinking part of my mind occasionally tells me that this is all some prank.
“A few things,” I admit, my eyelids fluttering as his fingers resume their magic on my scalp. “The first thing I don’t really know how to ask, other than, well, directly—your parents. Do you want me to meet them at some point? You already know my entire family, so…”
He takes a deep breath, looking away and staring into the distance. With his free hand, he picks up the remote from the side table and clicks the TV off.
Silence surrounds us, making my heart beat faster and my palms sweaty. That action, paired with the aura he emits, makes this moment feel so serious. And I guess in a way, it is.
Meeting the parents is a big deal to some, right?
“I haven’t spoken to my parents since I saw them the week I came back to town.” His eyes return to me, the deep brown now dotted with sadness. “They aren’t big on the idea of humans mixing with monsters in a romantic sense.”
My heart drops to my stomach, launching a wave of nausea as I bolt upright. “Oh.”
“Briar, I chose—and will continue to choose—you. Every day for the rest of our lives. They can make the decision to open their minds and meet you, or they won’t, and they’ll miss out.” He pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I stare at him with wide eyes. “You’d choose…me? Over your parents? Are you sure?”
He nods. “There’s no doubt in my mind. Besides, I’m sure they’ll come around one day.”
“But…” I pick at my cuticles subconsciously, my heart aching. “What if they don’t? Don’t you think you’d grow to resent me?”
He shakes his head now, his dark curls sliding across his forehead like coils of melted chocolate. “I could never resent you, Briar. I’ve known this day was coming from the moment my dad found out I had feelings for you, and I’ve accepted it.”
My nerves spike, but so does my arousal, which feels slightly wrong. It’s just…I’ve never felt as close to him as I do in this moment. I feel so chosen, so accepted.
The connection between him and his parents has suffered something like death, and it’s enough to trigger some sort of messed-up banshee attraction. As much as I hate to admit, it’s really turning me on.
“Zander, I—I feel connected, now even more than before,” I blurt out, my heart racing and my mind wandering. “Is it wrong that this is kind of turning me on?”
He looks at me through slightly narrowed eyes, but the way one corner of his mouth curves up settles some of my nerves. “Well, hearing that is making it turn me on, which is arguably weirder.”
I let out a laugh, my cheeks flaming as if I’ve cranked the heat. Every inch of my skin is on fire, dying to be soothed by the calming waves of Zander’s touch. Thankfully, I prepared myself for this—the convenient choice of a skirt.
Against the wishes of my nerves, I let my desires take the lead. My hips begin to swivel, grinding my pussy against his groin. His hands grip my hips, eyes darting between what’s happening and my eyes.
“Where’d you learn this, love?” he teases, his voice husky and followed by a chuckle.
Trying to maintain this weird confidence, I answer, “I’m doing what feels right…and I think it’d be right to feel this cock inside of me.”
His eyes nearly bulge out of his head for a split second, the shock of my words hitting him. It’s quickly replaced by a hungry look in his eyes, and his fingers grip my hips more firmly.
He begins to guide my motions, making me grind slower and harder. Every time my hips roll in a way that grazes my clit against him is agonizing. My pussy is practically begging for him at this point.
I slide off him, quickly reaching out to undo his zipper. He works with me, our hands frantically yanking to get the fabric off him. His boxers are quick to follow.
My hands move as if they have a mind of their own, sliding my thong down and off my legs before I straddle his lap again. My skirt splayed over us acts like a blanket. I grind against him again, letting myself get used to the feeling of him in a place other than my mouth.
My nerves have caught up to my arousal, my desire and my fear getting knotted together inside of me. I reach down, aligning myself with his cock and lowering myself.
Even though I’m literally soaked for him, my nerves are making my muscles clench to the point of resistance. The farther I lower myself, the more the resistance travels into the territory of pain.
“Love, this probably isn’t an ideal position for your first time.” Zander’s hands slide down from my hips, gripping underneath my ass. He picks me up, then makes his way to the bedroom. “Let’s get you comfortable, then all you have to do is focus on telling me whether to stop or continue.”
I nod as he lowers me onto the bed. We shimmy into the center, stripping off each other’s clothes while exchanging deep kisses. His words paired with soft, assuring touches makes my nerves fade away.
He guides me to my back, leaving a trail of kisses from my jaw to my hips. Along the way, he stops to tease my nipples, making them throb from the sucking, pinching, and rolling.
His lips graze my clit, sending electricity through me in a way that makes my jaw click, begging to open farther. My hips buck involuntarily as his tongue flicks out at my sensitive bud.
“Oh my Gods,” I moan, trying to maintain control of my hips as he repeats the motion a few more times quickly.
My thighs spread wider for him, and he takes the signal, moving his mouth lower. One of his fingers replaces his tongue, swirling over me as his tongue moves to plunge within me.
“Yes, that,” I cry out, threading my fingers through his curly hair.
As pleasure rolls through me, my legs fly up, trapping his head between them. I can’t control them, the ecstasy already taking over. He somehow already knows my cues, and he changes pace to long, wide, firm motions.
The sudden pressure change sends me to the stars, and my whole body feels as if it’s floating. As the sensation slowly fades, my legs lower, releasing him from the cage between my thighs.
He moves up, hovering his face above mine. My hand slides behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. Tasting myself on his lips makes me want him more, in another new way.
One of his hands supports his weight as our lips dance, the other grips my thigh. I reach between us, taking his dick in my hand and pumping him.
His hips buck forward every time my hand reaches the base of his shaft. Increasing the pressure closer to the bottom mimics penetration more accurately. At least, that’s what the internet said.
“I want to feel you inside of me, Zander,” I say on a breath, our lips still touching. “My nerves haven’t changed that.”
He reaches down, placing his hand over mine on his cock.
Together, we align him with my entrance, and when he begins to push inside slowly, I slip my hand out of the way.
My arms loop around his shoulders. There’s still a pressure as he breaches me, but this time there’s pleasure accompanying the feeling. No pain, no tensing.
The deeper he gets, the more the pleasure and pressure increase. My body works to accommodate him, getting used to the way he fits inside me.
“You still okay?” he checks in, his voice husky and so, so sexy.
I nod. “Yes.”
He pulls back slightly, the pressure decreasing, but…wow, that felt good. He pushes back in, going deeper this time. The more he moves, the more I relax, pleasure pulsing through my body in waves with each thrust.
“That feels good,” I say breathlessly, followed instantly by a moan as he hits the sweet spot. “Right there.”
Every thrust that follows is just as deep, hitting the sensitive spot over and over again. More pleasure courses through me as his fingers swirl over my clit.
My mind goes nearly blank, my only thought being just how amazing this feels. How amazing he’s making me feel. The pleasure is too much, too all-consuming.
“Talk to me, love,” he instructs, his own low moan following.
I can feel my orgasm building in my core, every inch of my body tingling. Words tangle with my moans, coming out low and desperate. “I’m close, love.”
His next pumps are faster, but remain just as deep and hard as before, increasing the frequency of the spasms of pleasure. The swirling around my clit speeds up too, and I feel my muscles tensing.
He lowers his head next to mine, his breath dancing over my ear. “Me too—where do you want me to finish?”
It’s hard to even think of an answer as I battle with the overtaking pleasure, but I manage a single word. “Stomach.”
My entire body feels like it’s vibrating as I reach the peak and go over the edge, falling into an abyss of bliss. As a faint ringing starts in my ears, I let out a deep breath and melt into the bed.
Zander’s thrusts slow, and there’s a sudden emptiness within me as he pulls out. I watch him as he grips his cock, cum spurting onto my stomach. It’s warm against my rapidly rising and falling stomach.
“I can’t believe we waited so long to do that,” I say through breaths.
He chuckles as he catches his breath, rising from the bed. “I would’ve waited as long as you needed. I wasn’t going to pressure you.”
“Maybe you should have,” I tease. “Is it always like that?”
His eyes glimmer as he stares at me, the corners of his lips curving up. “No, that’s just you and me, love.”
There’s a brief wideness to his eyes, then he disappears out of the room. I sit up slightly, but don’t want to spill the contents pooled on my stomach onto my bed.
He returns within seconds with a towel, wiping me clean. “Want to take a shower and then order takeout?”
My heart warms, and I smile at him, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes.”
Before I can get up, he slides his arms under me, carrying me bridal-style to the bathroom. I lay my head against his shoulder, giving myself over to the moment.
A moment that is more perfect than I could’ve imagined. One I’ve dreamed of sharing with him, only him. One overflowing with love, respect, appreciation—mutual in every way.
And it’s a moment I get to have over and over again for the rest of my life.