Behaving this way was new for me. It was like walking into a lake and immediately finding myself at the deepest point where I couldn't touch the bottom unless I allowed myself to stop kicking and just sink down. It gathered around me that way, at once mightier and stronger than me, but also rendering me fully weightless. I could do anything and be anything here but only if I was terribly careful.
I tossed my shirt aside as Zelda climbed onto the bed, giving me my first good look at the tattoo on her lower back. The one I'd worked hard at not referring to as a tramp stamp. Indeed, there was nothing seedy about the black and white dragonfly inked in ultra-thin lines. It more closely resembled a scientific diagram than the whimsical clip art that often found its way to tattoos in that location.
The rest of her body was fascinating in a manner that demanded exploration. Dark olive skin giving way to much lighter olive skin where a bathing suit would keep her covered. Small, teardrop-shaped breasts with nipples the color of sunset. A gently curved belly and full hips bracketing a patch of midnight curls. Just fucking fascinating.
I wanted to stroke and suck and bite every inch of her.
Blinking away from that fantasy, I found Zelda nestled up against the pillows. It was almost the exact position I'd found her in on the sofa late last night—legs folded, ankles crossed, head pillowed on the arms layered over her knees.
I crossed the room, jerked open the top drawer of my bedside table and tore off several condom packets. Dropped them on the bed coverings. "That's not how I'm going to fuck you."
"You told me to get comfortable." I could hear the pout in her voice. "So, I did."
I took my cock in a loose fist, stroking it just enough to catch my breath. "Show me the pretty pussy I'm making mine."
Zelda complied because of course she did. Because she was right here, seated at the bottom of the lake alongside me. Because the weightlessness allowed her to transform into someone wilder, someone even more unfettered by convention than she already was—and maybe it didn't matter whether her natural state was one of unconventionality and pocket eggs. Maybe that meant she required weightlessness even more.
I dropped a knee to the mattress and prowled toward her, stopping only to wrench her legs apart with more force than required. I didn't hurt her, not in any real sense. "That's better. Don't even think about moving." Kneeling between those glorious thighs, I shoved my hands under her, kneading and squeezing and separating her ass cheeks while her eyes flared big and dreamy. No, I hadn't hurt herat all. "What will happen if I fuck you with my fingers?"
Her hips rolled in an erratic rhythm as they searched out friction. "I'll come in a hot second."
I ghosted a finger over her clit, her seam, her ass—and watched her body flutter and pulse in response. "We can't have that." Notching a finger against her back channel, I asked, "And if I tease you here?"
She pressed her hands to the sides of her face like she couldn't stand this—the questions, the foreplay, all of it. "Same. Oh my god,same."
I reached for a condom, rolled it into place. Tugged her ass up the slope of my thighs and hooked her ankles over my neck, settling her into the most gratuitous position my mind could conceive. My injured shoulder hated that but it couldn't be helped. This was how I had to have her and I didn't care whether I ached from it in the morning. I'd ache regardless, but this way, it wouldn't be from giving her only half the things she deserved.
"Zelda," I said, tapping my cock against her clit. "You'll come when I'm good and ready to let you."
"Oh my god," she breathed, her hands still on her face and her body tightening like a bow stretch back before shooting.
I filled her with one merciless thrust and that was enough to make me dizzy, make me delirious. By the time I banded my arm over her legs and slammed into that honeyed heat again, I was already thinking about the next time and the time after that and all the other times I'd push inside this cunt and know it was under my care.
"You're gorgeous when you're wet and desperate." I traced her swollen petals where they clung to my shaft, where she stretched around me. I couldn't look away. I'd never seen anything as perfect, asright. "Fucking gorgeous. You make me want to tear this condom off and spill all over you."
Zelda hummed in agreement as she met my thrusts as best she could in this position, asking, "Is that all you want?"
I didn't even have to think about it. "Not hardly," I said, speeding up because I couldn't slow down. Couldn't draw this out, couldn't wait to feel her coming on me. "I want to tear it off and spillinsideyou. Want you bare, want nothing between us." My skin was too tight and my bones were hollow, and I was breaking, just fucking shattering under the strain of holding out. "It's not like I can protect myself from you, Zelda. I haven't for a single minute so why shouldn't I fuck you raw? Why shouldn't I give you everything I have and then take everything you give me in return?"
There was the deep part of the lake and then there was the dark part. It was just as vast and powerful as the deep but it lacked all the clarity. It wasn't enough to be careful here because the darkness made it impossible to know when I was upside down, right side up, or drifting off into the abyss. I had to know what I was doing if I wanted to dive in these waters—and I wasn't sure I knew anything. Not when my words were dangerously close to crossing the line from dirty talk into real, guttural urges.
"Wh-what do you want me to give you?" she asked.
Because all this honesty left me feeling a little ragged, a little mean, I pushed a finger into her ass. She clamped down around me and I wasdone. This was over.
Despite my request to wait for permission—who the literal fuck did I think I was with that?—her body quaked and shook, a million tiny flutters moving through her muscles as goose bumps swept over her skin. If I wasn't wrong, her eyes rolled back in her head as I blasted into the condom. "Which part ofeverythingwas unclear to you?"
Zelda's only response was a long, moaning, "Ash."
* * *
When my alarmsounded at six thirty, an hour and a half later than usual because my shoulder hurt too much to even think about hitting the gym, Zelda slapped my ass and said, "The first shower's yours."
"It could be ours." I buried my face in the crook of her shoulder and ran a palm over her bare belly and yes,yes, she was right about sleeping naked. This was so much better like this. "Consider the facts. We'd conserve time and water."
She scraped her nails up my spine and I accepted that invitation to grind my erection against her thigh. At that, she laughed, her fingers moving into my hair and closing around the strands. "Are you really telling me you're up for some communal showering? After you groaned into every downshift last night?"
"That happened two times," I argued. "Three, at the most."
