45. Chapter Forty-Five #2
We're breathing heavily when he breaks the kiss to graze his teeth along my jaw and neck, nipping at the base of my throat.
The fresh, earthy scent of the creek tangles with his familiar smoky sweetness, as intoxicating as the rough hand roaming over my hips and stomach to my breasts.
He growls when he finds me bare under his shirt, gently pinching and rolling my nipples into peaks, sparks of pleasure radiating from his touch as my hips push up, grinding against his cock, aching for more friction between my legs.
"I need to see you," Zenn pulls me up to drag the soft fabric of his shirt from my body before pushing me back down to take me in, until I can’t take the anticipation and reach for him.
With a knowing smile, he drops his head to suck a nipple into his hot mouth, worshiping one while his thumb strokes over the other with varying degrees of pressure, driving me wild when he switches between the two.
Grateful for the protection of the shield, I protest loudly at the loss of his touch when he rolls onto his side, leaving me a quivering needy mess already.
"Something you want, pretty girl?"
"Yes," I reply breathlessly, biting my lip as he stares down at me, tenderly brushing the long strands of my hair back out of my face, stroking down my throat and over my heart before fingertips trace circles around the tips of my breasts.
"Do you like it when I touch you like this? Or do you want more?"
"Yes, more."
Cupping the lush fullness in rough hands, he takes his time kneading at the softness, watching me writhe until I ache for him in places I didn't know I could ache.
His heavy touch drags down until his palm presses low on my stomach, fingers teasing at the scrap of fabric between us. "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes," I moan when he shifts his weight to tug my underwear down my legs. Eyes lock with my feverish gaze as he strokes a hand from my ankle up the inside of my leg to hover over my sex, giving me a wicked grin.
"Let's see how much you want it." He slides a finger through my wetness and over my clit, finding me drenched for him.
I can't stand the torment for another second and tilt my hips up, begging for more.
But he pulls away, holding my gaze intently as he slips that finger into his mouth and sucks.
I clench my legs together and feel my cheeks flame at the sight of him devouring my arousal.
"I love making your exquisite skin flush beautifully pink when I do something that shocks you.
It makes me want to come up with all kinds of deeply sinful things I can do to you, just to see it again and again.
" He places a kiss on my mouth, the gentle pressure of his lips coaxing me to open, slipping his tongue in to tangle with mine, intentionally sharing the taste he just reveled in.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close to deepen the kiss, until he drags his mouth away and sits up, effortlessly pulling me between his spread legs.
My back leans against his solid chest, just like we were most of the day, only now, I'm very naked, and he's taking full control of my body.
He spreads my legs, sinking two thick fingers deep inside me before I can anticipate his touch.
I moan at the slight stretch just as he lets out a groan.
"Gods, you're so wet, so ready. I've been thinking about touching you like this all fucking day.
" He tilts my head to suck hard at a delicate point on my neck, just behind my ear, gliding his fingers in and out of me with just the right amount of pressure.
I bow up when he presses on my clit with the heel of his palm, making him wrap an arm tight around my waist to pin me against his hard body.
"Do you know how excruciating it was to have you between my legs for hours and not be buried inside this perfect pussy? "
I whimper at his words, at the way he curls his fingers inside me and strokes, once, twice, a third time.
He's guided by every tilt of my hips and grip of my fingers on his legs, my ragged gasping breaths are notes in a melody he's composing, watching, listening, learning my body to worship and serenade every inch.
His voice sears through me, humming praise into my skin and sealing every word with drugging kisses, building the pleasure to that sweet crescendo.
My legs begin to shake when he circles my clit with his thumb, pleas fall from my lips as he increases the pressure and speed of his touch, gently biting down on my neck when I clench around his fingers. I want this to last, but he's playing my body perfectly, knowing exactly what I need.
Fingers curl inside me again, and he whispers in my ear.
"That's it, just like that, show me how beautiful you are when you come apart for me.
" His mouth finds mine, swallowing the sound of my cries before they escape my lips, as if claiming them along with my pleasure, stroking me right over the edge into endless, perfect oblivion.
I wait for him to break the kiss as my orgasm eases, but he's voracious, unwilling to give up the control he's finding irresistible, if the impressive hardness pressing into me is any indication.
Zenn angles my head back against his shoulder with a hand wrapped around my jaw. Holding me still while he explores every inch of my mouth with demanding lips and tongue, barely giving me sips of air between greedy kisses.
His fingers slide out of me torturously slow, but he keeps his hand stilled between my spread legs, possessively cupping my sex without giving me any friction, moving with me if I try to take anything. Fuck. I can hardly think.
"I want you to come again, just like this," he demands huskily, nipping at the shell of my ear and pressing harder between my legs, making me moan.
It's not enough, and he knows it. "Are you going to be a good girl and come for me as soon as I give this needy clit a little more attention?
" I nod as much as I can with his hand at my neck, legs already starting to shake again, or maybe still shaky from my last orgasm.
He chuckles against my mouth. "That’s what I thought. "
His fingers tease up to the apex of my thighs, but the touch is featherlight, the opposite of what I need—until he releases my jaw to pull my one leg up so my foot is flat on the floor of the tent and I’m open to him.
He slides his thumb up to gently stroke my clit, whispering sweet words that have me panting as he thrums the pad over the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly until my toes clench and another burst of fiery pleasure rocks through me in waves, Zenn's name on my lips.
When the trembling subsides enough to make movement possible, I twist and reach for his waistband, but he grabs my wrist, placing a kiss on my palm and then my lips.
"Not tonight. I'm not interested in testing the limits of what you’ll consent to in a flimsy tent with people right outside."
"I don't know. Sounds like a fun test to me," I mumble as we snuggle down into our pile of blankets. "Unless you’re not interested in–"
He pinches the side of my ass. "You know I am. Now go to sleep before I find a better way to occupy that smart mouth."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" My laugh is soft and knowing when his cock twitches against me in response.
He pinches me, harder this time, before tucking me into his warm body. "Sleep, Aly." And for once, I obey, fully intending to wake him up exactly the way he just alluded to.
When I open my eyes the next morning, I find the tent empty and the horses already saddled.
Less than an hour into our ride, and we're approaching the entrance to the Median when a heavy darkness crushes me from the inside, stealing the air from my lungs, all sense of sight and sound—even the thoughts from my mind are pulverized.
I barely manage to alert Aven before my strength evaporates, and the world turns blurry, crumbling away to dust. Or maybe I'm the one crumbling, it's hard to tell.