Feeling Zona's body break loose for me feels like victory, one I plan on enjoying for the rest of my life.
"I need to get inside you now, baby," I tell her, my dick pulsing painfully hard in my own grip as I lift myself away from the apex of her thighs. The damn thing is threatening to steal so much blood from my brain that I might pass out.
"Good. I want to feel you again."
Zona's fingers scrabble at my sides, making it clear that despite the orgasm that just ripped through her body, she's feeling as desperate as I am for what comes next.
Arizona
How isit possible to go from a lifetime of feeling completely meh about sex to feeling like it's the only thing I need to survive?
I blame Talon.
The man has me feeling me awake and alive in ways I didn't think were really possible. And starving for the feel of him, whether it's his soft kisses against my forehead, his calloused hands sliding over my skin, or his thick cock stretching my pussy and filling me up like I was made just to take him.
He slides inside me with a groan, his eyes falling closed and his jaw tight with control as he lowers himself onto-- and into-- me.
Already I want him moving faster and deeper, to feel that delicious sensation building till we're racing for the finish line together, but Talon holds back. He keeps moving with long, deep thrusts that bring me so close but not close enough until my eyes are watering and I'm pleading for what I need.
"If you're so ready to come then show me how you need it."
His voice is dark, his mouth hovering above mine. Then he drops a kiss and makes a deliberate move that puts me on top.
The first thing I feel is self-conscious; the lights are still on and I'm every bit as naked as I was in the bath. Even the towel has been left on the floor.
"Uh uh." Talon's large hands wrap around my upper thighs, pulling me down before I can make a timid move that would break our contact.
His possessive grip pushes his thick length farther inside me, stealing my breath and any thoughts of trying to get out of this position.
"That's it, ride me, baby. You look fucking amazing on top of my cock."
I hope he's right, because once I get the hang of it, I feel amazing too. I can set the pace and I can feel Talon reaching deeper into me in a way that that has me giving zero fucks about my rolls on display or the way everything must be bouncing as I find the rhythm that promises to send me over the edge.
"Fuck." Talon's fingers tighten, his hips rising off the bed beneath me to meet me on the down strokes. "Keep it up, Zone, you're almost there."
He's right, I am, but the tension in his muscles has me thinking it's not just me.
I love the empowered feeling of knowing that what I'm doing is getting him off. It sends heat blooming through me and has me seeking more. I grind against his pubic bone, and Talon's hand places mine over my clit, showing me how to mimic what he does when it's his own fingers and that's all I can take.
Everything inside me tightens and I feel the squeeze of my body clamping onto Talon inside me right before everything turns to stars in my vision.
"Fuck, Arizona... I can't... fuuuuck..."
I hear Talon panting out syllables and broken sentences, and then he joins me, spilling his release inside me in spurts that I can feel.
"Are you sure?" I ask sometime later from where I'm tucked against Talon's side with his arm wrapped around me. "It's not too fast?"
I'm thinking about the Plan B pill that's still on the counter in the kitchen, wondering if he's changed his mind now that we've burned most of the day's adrenaline away.
"Sure? About us, you mean?"
I nod my head against his chest, enjoying the steady beat of his heart under my ear.
"It doesn't feel too fast to me, baby. I've been waiting a long time to feel this way about someone. I told you, I'm all in. Is it too fast for you?"
I think about it for a minute, I really do, but only for a minute, before I smile.
"I think we're right on schedule," I say softly through my growing drowsiness.
