Chapter 26
Moira
Zach carries me in a
fireman’s hold into the house, slamming the door behind with
his foot. Straight down the small hallway and into the bathroom.
As he sets me down
gently on my feet, I look at him. His eyes are fierce and his body is
practically vibrating with energy.
“Get
undressed,” he orders me as he turns the shower on.
“But…
I’m ready—”
“No talking,
Moira,” he says with unrestrained hunger. “For tonight…
I’m in absolute control.”
Turning my back to
him, I say softly, “I need you to unzip me.”
Zach steps in close
to my body and rests his fingers on my shoulders. I can feel them
shaking, and the knowledge that he’s about to come undone
almost causes my knees to buckle. He leans down and bites me on my
shoulder, then drags the zipper down my back. Reaching up, he gently
pushes the material down past my breasts, ribs, hips, and lets it
pool to the floor.
Then he steps away
and starts taking his own clothes off, his eyes burning into me the
entire time.
The shower is so
small, it barely fits the two of us in there, but I find a benefit to
that. He’s pressed up close to me, my back to his front. I
watch as his large hands take the body wash and squirts a large
puddle into his palm. Holding his arms out in front of me so I can
see, he slowly lathers his hands up and my breath catches in my
chest. Because I know what he’s going to do with those slick,
soapy fingers.
The hot water
cascades around us as Zach tells me, “Bend over and put your
hands on the wall.”
I immediately comply
and suck in a deep breath as he starts massaging the lather into my
butt cheeks. Working closer to my ass, he surprises me when he moves
one hand around my front to slip a finger into my pussy, massaging my
inner walls and causing me to sigh in pleasure. His finger slips out
and pulls up, now rubbing in circles around my clit as his other hand
continues to knead at one of my ass cheeks.
Faster and faster he
rubs at my sensitive knot until an orgasm quakes through me, leaving
me shaking, yet oddly still needful.
Because I know we
are only just getting started.
“Beautiful,”
Zach murmurs as he slides his finger back to my anus, where he gently
circles it. The lather has been washed away, so he grabs the body
wash again, pouring it directly onto my ass and bringing his finger
up to catch the creamy slickness.
When his finger
comes back down to my back entrance, he gently pushes against me,
slipping his finger in all the way. My body stretches nicely around
him, and I groan over the feeling. My nerve endings are sparking hot
and with no will of my own, I start pushing my backside against his
finger.
Zach brings his free
hand down with a stinging slap to my ass, causing me to yelp. He
chuckles but then says darkly, “No moving. I’ve got a lot
more to give you, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
As if to prove his
ominous message, Zach pulls his finger out, and then starts to push
two back in.
Oh, well…
okay, that feels a bit different. There’s a slight sting around
the opening, but he goes slowly. As I take a sucking breath into my
lungs, he pushes both digits all the way in deeply. Holding still for
a few moments, he starts to gently move them in and out of me,
letting my tight passage stretch and accommodate. The stinging
sensation diminishes, and Zach knows I’m ready for more because
of the soft moans fluttering over my lips. It’s torture, but I
keep my body absolutely still so he can work at his own pace.
Zach pulls his
fingers free, adds more body wash, and then says, “Hold on,
baby. I’m giving you one more finger.”
Anxiety tightens my
chest as I prepare for the invasion, but he goes so slowly… so
gently, that I’m amazed that the stinging is no greater than
when he put two fingers inside of me. He thrusts them in deeply and
pulls them back with exquisite tenderness. In and out, in and out,
and a pleasurable convulsion rumbles through me. I can’t help
it… I push back against him, wanting to feel him even deeper,
and I’m rewarded with another crack of his palm on my ass.
“Ooohhh,”
I moan, because the hurt actually feels so good.
Zach pumps his
fingers in deep again, and then stills for a moment. Suddenly, the
most intense feeling occurs… fullness such as I’ve never
felt back there as I realize he’s pulling his fingers apart,
stretching me even further. It feels amazing, and I think I could
come this way if he kept at it.
Reaching around my
chest with an arm, Zach pulls me up into a standing position with his
fingers still deep inside of me. He leans his head in and nuzzles at
my temple. “Okay, I want you to ride my fingers for a bit.”
My head falls back
onto his shoulder with surrender, and my hips immediately start
gyrating and pumping against his hand. He doesn’t help me at
all, keeping his hand absolutely still, but soon I learn a rhythm and
then I’m grinding down on him, feeling the knuckles at the base
of his fingers pushing against my pussy lips.
Zach hisses against
me. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
He drops his hand
down that is holding me up by the chest, bringing it to my front.
Pushing his way past the slick folds, he pinches my clit lightly
between his thumb and forefinger and then I’m shrieking out as
I start to climax violently.
“Yes, oh yes,”
I cry over and over again. “Fuck… Fuck.”
When my tremors slow
but not cease, Zach pulls his fingers out of me and leans over to
turn the shower off. He steps out first and sweeps me up into his
arms, which is a good thing because I’m absolutely boneless and
weakened.
Zach carries me into
the bedroom and practically tosses me onto the bed, soaking wet. I
start to turn over on my stomach, but he says, “Don’t. I
want you on your back when I do this.”
“My back?”
I ask in confusion, thinking maybe that last orgasm rendered me
stupid. I thought we needed to do “this” doggie style.
“Trust me,”
he says with a grin as he leans over to the bedside table and opens
the drawer. My heart starts a stuttering thump when I see him pull
out the lube and toss it on the bed beside me. He then reaches out
and pulls out a flesh-colored, vibrating dildo that’s not mine.
I’ve never even seen it before. Turning to me, his look is
sinful when he turns the base and it starts buzzing.
Holding it out for
me to inspect, he says, “I bought this on Amazon. It’s
got a butterfly on the front to hold against your clit, and it’s
eight solid inches that I’m going to fill your pussy with when
I’m fucking your ass.”
My entire body
shudders over the thought… over Zach’s filthy words…
and by the unrestrained lust I see in his eyes. My gaze flicks
downward, and his cock is practically sticking straight up. I’m
not sure I’ve ever seen it this hard. I reach my hand out to
touch him, but he steps away from me.
“No touching.
I almost fucking came in the shower just watching what I was doing to
you,” he says in a moment of complete and utter honesty. “Now
lay back and spread your legs for me.”
I ease back onto the
bed, making sure there’s enough room for him to crawl up and
join me. My heart is thundering, and I’ve never been more
wildly excited for something in my entire life. I’m giving
something to Zach that I’ve never given to another person, and
he’s accepting something he’s never had before.
Zach crawls onto the
bed and kneels down in between my legs. He turns the dildo off,
placing it next to my hip. I eye it with fascination. Reaching out,
he puts his hands on my breasts and gently squeezes them for a
moment. Then his hands move to my face and he leans in and kisses me,
softly and deeply… with quiet hunger.
When he pulls back,
he places his hands under the backs of my knees and spreads my legs
wider, lifting up and pushing them back… way back…
until the tops of my thighs mash against my breasts and my ass lifts
off the bed. I’m splayed open for him, completely vulnerable.
“Put your
hands here,” Zach indicates with a nod to where he’s
holding my legs. “I need you to hold yourself open like this
for me.”
A rushing gasp of
air pours out of me, and I suck another lungful back in. “Where
in the world did you learn this?” I ask him in wonder as my
hands come up to hold my legs in place. He seems to know exactly what
he’s doing, and I’m amazed.
Reaching over to the
lube, Zach gives me a wide grin. “There’s an
instructional video online. Two porns stars did it. I’m not
following it exactly, and their instruction involved these
weird-looking things called anal beads, but I got the gist of it.”
“Oh, God,”
I mutter. Zach learned about anal sex off the Internet. There’s
a freakin’ instructional video?
Flipping the cap
open, the snapping sound draws my attention to what he’s doing.
He squirts out a clear liquid onto his fingers and brings his hand
down. I tense for an assault on my ass, but he merely rubs the
slickness onto my pussy, sticking two fingers into me before pulling
them out to rub against my clit. My entire body bucks because I’m
so sensitive there, but then his hand is gone and he’s
squirting more lube onto his fingers.
I watch in avid
fascination and a little bit of fear as he smears the gel onto his
cock, wrapping his enormous hand around it and stroking himself a few
times. He then takes the lube and squirts some more onto the tender
tissue at the base of my pussy, and I feel it trickle down over my
tight opening.
With this thumb,
Zach flips the cap of the lube closed and tosses it down to the bed.
He puts a hand on the back of one of my thighs, bringing his wet
fingers down between my legs, catching the puddle of lube and sliding
it down over my anus. With slow surety, he pushes three fingers back
into my ass. I’m amazed there’s not even a bite of pain.
Clearly, the way he worked me earlier helped to stretch me, and my
heart melts over his tender foresight.
I don’t even