Chapter 6 #2
very thick. Sitting back on his haunches, he tells me, “Spread
your legs.”
My blood is racing
so fast through my veins that I feel dizzy and hot. I push my legs
apart when Zach’s eyes go back down again, and I practically go
up in flames under his stare.
“Now show me,
Moira. Show me exactly where your clit is. I think I know, but I want
to see you touch it.”
I can’t help
the moan that comes out of my throat, and Zach’s eyes
immediately snap to mine. He gives me a sensual grin, and then looks
back down at my pussy. “Do it,” he commands. “Touch
yourself.”
Reaching down with
both hands, I use one to spread myself wide, keeping my gaze on Zach.
He draws his lower lip in between his teeth and peers at me hungrily
as I expose myself to him.
“Beautiful,”
he murmurs when I’m splayed out. “You’re glistening
down there. What does that mean?”
I almost choke over
his innocent question, but I manage to tell him, “It means I’m
turned on. That I’m sexually aroused.”
He nods in
understanding without ever taking his eyes from my pussy and says,
“Continue.”
What started out as
a lesson in the human female body has turned into something
infinitely more sinful in its quest. Now, instead of teaching Zach
exactly where my clit is, I’m filled with a need to quench this
burning inside of my body.
With my other hand,
I reach down between my legs and sink my index finger into myself.
It’s no surprise to me to find that I’m absolutely
drenched, my finger sliding in with amazing ease. I groan and Zach’s
lips curve upward, but he never removes his eyes from between my
legs.
Pulling my finger
out, I bring it up and hesitantly drag it right over my clit,
bringing the wetness from my soaked pussy along for the ride. The
first touch almost launches me off the bed, my hips bucking upward
violently and a groan tearing out of my throat.
“Yes,”
Zach hisses through his teeth. “Do it again.”
I don’t
hesitate because my body is screaming out in need. Bringing two
fingers to my clit, I rub them in a circle around the swollen flesh.
My breathing becomes erratic as I masturbate with Zach kneeling in
between my legs, bent over and watching me with hot eyes. I can feel
myself quickening, and my lower back starts to tighten up in
preparation for my climax. I rub harder, groans now repetitively
tearing their way out from deep within my chest.
So close.
My hips gyrate, my
fingers work furiously, and I feel I’m racing down a dark
tunnel with a bright, orgasmic light at the end.
“Stop!”
Zach growls, grabbing my wrist to halt my actions.
“No…”
I moan over the loss of friction I was creating, and frustration
courses through me.
“Were you
ready to come?” Zach asks. “Were you close?”
“Yes,” I
practically shout. “So close. Let me finish.”
“No,” he
tells me while maintaining a firm grip on my wrist. “I want to
talk about something else that has occurred to me.”
“What?”
I practically snarl at him while trying to inch my hand closer to my
pussy, which is screaming to be touched. My other hand is still in
place, spreading myself wide, but his grip keeps me captive.
Zach leans over and
puts his face closer to where I’m splayed open. He purses his
mouth, blowing a stream of breath over my sensitive flesh, and I yelp
from the amazing sensation.
“It occurs to
me that all those things you were just doing with your fingers…
someone could do with their tongue, right?”
I groan deeply, and
the thought of Zach’s tongue on me causes a spasm of pleasure
to wrack my body.
Zach blows on me
again. “Answer me, Moira. Technically, a tongue would work just
as good as your fingers, wouldn’t it?”
God, please have
mercy on my soul.
“Better,
Zach,” I whisper. “It would work better.”
His eyes finally
travel up to meet mine, and his look sears me from the inside out.
“Release me, Moira. Release me from my promise not to touch
you. I’ll only use my tongue, I promise. Nothing else.”
I’m going to
hell. Straight to hell, but my body can’t handle this any
further. It wants what Zach just offered me, and it’s demanding
I take it.
“Yes,” I
breathe out in a rush of desire and longing. “I release you.”
Zach doesn’t
hesitate and his body drops to the mattress, his face going directly
in between my legs. He releases my wrist and because, true to his
word, he’s not using his hands, I pull myself wide open for him
again.
He immediately
shoves his tongue deep inside of me, giving a groan of approval as he
pumps it in and out of my wet flesh. A piercing cry flies from my
mouth, and my hips surge up against him hard.
He pulls his tongue
out and brings his mouth to my clit and, as if he were an expert who
had been doing it for years, forms his lips around it and sucks on me
hard. Then he brings his tongue in to play and circles it around me,
harder, faster, rough… raw… primal and brutal in the
way he lashes against me.
Another cry comes
out, and I try to choke it down. Tears form in my eyes over the
unbelievable sensation of Zach eating me out like no man has ever
done before. He’s taking full possession of my body and he’s
beating it, solely with his tongue, into submission.
My muscles start to
contract, the pressure between my legs builds epically.
Zach continues his
assault.
Suck.
Lick.
Lash.
Tongue thrust.
Lash again.
Suck, suck, sucking
hard.
With an incredibly
quick flutter of his tongue over my clit, I erupt all at once. My
hands fly into the long locks of Zach’s hair and I mash his
face down onto me, rolling my hips. He groans hotly against my flesh
and thrusts his tongue into me again as my orgasm quakes and rolls
through what feels like every molecule in my body.
As if knowing I’m
over sensitive now, Zach takes his tongue and gently laps against me,
bringing me down with soft swipes. When the tremors finally cease, I
unclench my grip from his hair and let my hands fall limply to the
mattress.
Zach gives one last,
soft suck on my clit, which sends another minor spasm through me, and
finally pulls away. Sitting back on his haunches, he looks down at me
with a superior smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
My eyes travel down,
and I can see that massive erection pushing out against the front of
his shorts. He hasn’t touched himself once.
When my eyes raise
back up to meet his, he surprises me by giving me a short nod of his
head and scooting backward off the bed.
“Thank you,
Moira. I learned a lot.”
My jaw drops as I
watch him turn away and walk out of my bedroom, closing my door
softly behind him.
Raising my hands up,
I rub them over my face and groan in despair.
What in the hell
did I just do?