15. Chapter 15 #4
His control is starting to fray.
“Fuck.” He buries himself deep again. “You feel like heaven.”
He finally plants both hands beside my head, his body closing over mine as he starts to fuck me faster.
The change steals what little breath I have left.
His hips drive into me harder, pushing me into the mattress with every thrust, and the slow stretch from before turns into a thick, rough drag that makes my moans louder. I can hear the bed moving under us and see the muscles in his arms flex harder beside my head with every thrust.
I wrap my legs around him and hold on.
“Christ, Lilly.”
His head drops beside mine, his mouth hot against my ear while his hips keep their rhythm.
“You’ll learn to take me.”
The words send a shiver through me. One hand leaves the mattress and slides down my body, closing around my thigh.
“Every fucking inch.”
I moan his name and dig my nails harder into his shoulders as he lifts my leg and hooks it over his shoulder.
The change in angle opens me wider under him, and the next thrust buries him so deep my entire body jolts.
“Oh God!”
My hands grab his arms, holding on while he settles into the new angle, every hard stroke filling me with a pressure I can’t get away from.
His mouth brushes the shell of my ear. “Better?”
I can barely get the word out. “Yes.”
“Good.”
His hand slides behind my head, fingers forking into my hair before they close into a fist. He pulls just enough to tip my face up to his, holding my gaze while his hips keep their hard, steady rhythm.
His other hand moves between us, his thumb finding my clit.
The first slow circle nearly sends me off the bed.
“Zed—”
“I’ve got you.”
His fist stays tight in my hair while his thumb circles me again, and suddenly I can feel everything at once—the stretch of my leg over his shoulder, the fullness of every stroke, the pressure building under his thumb, those pale eyes refusing to leave mine.
My thighs start shaking, and he feels it immediately.
“Fuck.” His mouth presses against my shoulder and I feel the word against my skin. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
The pressure keeps building until I can’t stay still anymore. My hips move against his hand, chasing his thumb even while every stroke pushes me closer to something I’m not sure I can handle.
“There you go.”
His mouth brushes mine, barely a kiss.
His thumb slows, keeping me right on the edge.
“Where do you want my cum, Lilly?”
Oh God.
I shake my head, fingers twisting into the sheets at another hard thrust.
“Where?” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
His mouth presses against the side of my neck.
“If you let me decide, I’m coming inside this tight little pussy.”
I clench hard around him, pulling a sharp breath from his lungs.
I can’t answer him. I’m too close, every nerve in my body wound tight as his pace pushes me closer to the edge.
“Lilly.”
“I—I’m on the pill.”
A low groan rumbles against my neck.
“You understand what you’re asking?”
“Yes.”
His mouth brushes my ear. “Then tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
“Want what?”
I squeeze my eyes shut because of course he’s going to make me say it.
“Zed—”
“Say it.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
His breath leaves him in a hard rush, his body tightening over mine.
“Fuck, Lilly.”
That sounds different. Rougher, like I finally found the edge of his control.
His fist tightens in my hair and his thumb starts moving again.
“Now let me feel you come.”
The first circle nearly breaks me.
Then he starts fucking me harder, every stroke pushing me into his hand while his thumb works my clit. The pleasure winds tighter and tighter until I can’t separate what he’s doing with his hips from his fingers or one sensation from another.
“That’s it.” His voice is right against my ear. “Give it to me.”
I tighten around him.
“Zed.”
His thumb circles once more, and everything gives.
My back arches off the mattress as the orgasm hits, my thighs shaking while I clench hard around him. I cry out his name and grab for him, needing something solid while wave after wave rolls through me.
He stays over me and fucks me through it, his breathing turning rougher each time my body squeezes around him.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby.”
I can barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears.
The pleasure keeps coming, deep and pulsing, gripping him until I’m trembling under him and trying to catch a breath that never seems to be enough.
His rhythm breaks.
His hand clamps down on my hip and he buries himself as deep as he can, holding me there as his entire body goes rigid over me.
“Fuck.”
The word tears out of him as he pulses inside me, and I feel the first hot rush of cum, pulling another helpless moan from my throat.
He buries his face against my neck, his mouth pressed hard against my skin as he holds me there and comes deep inside me.
For several seconds, neither of us can do anything except take it. He stays heavy and hot over me, still buried deep while the last little pulses of my orgasm slowly fade.
The room goes quiet around us until all I can hear is our breathing.
He doesn’t move away. His hand loosens on my hip, his fingers spreading slowly over my stomach while I lie there trying to remember how breathing normally works.
Above me, he lets out one long, rough breath.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
When he finally starts to pull out, I feel every slow inch dragging out of me.
A soft whimper catches in my throat and my hands tighten weakly on his shoulders. I’m still sensitive enough that even the slow withdrawal makes my thighs tense, and when he finally slips free, the sudden emptiness leaves behind a deep ache.
His cum follows, warm and wet between my thighs, and he feels it too.
He stays between my legs and looks down, his attention settling on exactly what he’s done to me. The expression on his face changes as he takes it in, his eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening before that familiar smirk slowly returns.
“Look at you.”
My face burns as his fingers move between my thighs, gently parting me while his gaze stays fixed on the mess he left there.
“Zed.”
“Hmm?”
I don’t even know what I’m protesting. The fact that he’s looking. The fact that he’s touching me. The fact that I can feel his cum slowly leaking out of me while he looks entirely too satisfied with himself.
Probably all three.
His eyes lift to mine.
“Such a pretty little mess.”
There’s nothing teasing in the way he says it this time. His voice is low and rough, his fingers still gentle against skin that feels impossibly sensitive before he leans over me and kisses me.
It’s not a different kiss because the sex is over, nothing suddenly sweet and careful.
It’s still Zed.
His mouth moves slowly over mine, his hand sliding up my thigh while his body settles close enough that I can feel the heat coming off him. I kiss him back for about three seconds before I realize I barely have the strength for that either.
When he pulls away, my entire body is heavy and loose against the mattress, my legs useless and my thoughts not much better.
He looks down at me and I close my eyes.
“Don’t.”
His quiet laugh brushes across my face. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You were going to.”
“Probably.”
I don’t have enough energy left to argue with him.
The mattress shifts under me, and before I can figure out what he’s doing, one thick arm slides under my back while the other hooks under my knees.
Then I’m off the bed.
“Zed.”
He lifts me against his chest like I weigh absolutely nothing, and my arms automatically wrap around his neck as I bury my face against his shoulder.
His body is still damp, his breathing not completely back to normal, and I can feel the rapid thud of his heart against my chest.
For a second, he just holds me there before his mouth presses against my temple.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, snowflake.”
I tighten my arms around his neck as he carries me toward the bathroom.