“Maxie,” he groaned.
She wrapped one of those gorgeous legs around his waist and moaned when the position put them into even closer contact.He covered her other breast, and she shuddered when he used the material of her T-shirt to create more friction.
Deliberately, he slid his free hand down her belly.
“Skin,” she whimpered hoarsely.
She wanted skin.
Sometimes it was best to want.To ache and to crave.
He left her T-shirt where it was, using it as an erotic barrier that kept his touch from her but protected her from nothing.“Feel that?”
She gasped as he traced the crease at the top of her leg.“Zac, touch me.”
He was.He didn’t know if he could stop touching her.
He decided to give her skin, but only a little.
Sneaking his hand under her T-shirt, he flipped it up enough to get at her panties.They weren’t the pink ones anymore.He’d seen what she’d surreptitiously taken from the dresser drawer.This pair was white, the color of purity, but they made him harder than the pistol he carried for his job.
They both groaned when he pushed his hand inside, stretching the fabric.He stroked his fingers over her, parting her and sliding intimately along her slick, hot grooves.She clutched his back as he rubbed a particularly sensitive spot and her neck arched hard.This pair of panties might not be sopping, but she was wet underneath them.She twisted, and her hair tumbled in a wild waterfall across the pillows.
“Skin,” she begged again.
He left the T-shirt where it was, covering her fully except for where his hand had found access.Her breasts strained against the cotton, her nipples tenting the fabric.He spread his hand wider over her mound, cupping her boldly.Contrasted to the places where their bodies weren’t allowed contact, the feel was starkly intimate, almost unbearably hot.
“Ahhh!”she cried.
She was burning against his hand.He dipped his fingers into her wetness to give them both some relief.She was more than damp now.Changing those panties hadn’t done much good.
He let his fingers play as he settled down over her, giving himself free rein.He’d wanted her for a long time, but this was better than he’d even dreamed.
He tripped her clit, and she bucked so hard she nearly rolled him onto his back.He used his weight to keep her down and did it again.Her moan filled the expansive room.Upping the ante, he stroked her opening and felt her shudder.God, she was responsive.In this, she wasn’t timid at all.
He kept at her until she was a trembling, groaning mess of hot, sultry woman beneath him.Only then did he press inside her, using two fingers instead of one.She was so slippery he knew she could take it, but so tight he was the one who almost lost it.
She kissed him this time, the contact almost a punch.There was no difference deep in his gut.He began to plunge his fingers into her.Plunge and retreat, plunge and retreat.Her hand dove between his legs, and the top of his skull nearly blew clean off when she cupped him back.
Her hand was small and delicate but strong and possessive.Instinct took over, and he started moving his hips against that intimate touch.
Skin.
Now he knew how she felt.He wanted his damn shorts off.He wanted her hands on him and his hands on her.Her T-shirt was driving him insane.He wanted her breasts against his chest, her belly pressed tight against his, but this feltso good.With their skin-to-skin contact limited to one erogenous zone, it focused everything to a fine, razor point.
She began to tremble from head to toe.Breathing hard, Zac watched her.He moved his hand faster, harder, and she rode his rhythm almost frantically.He kept his touch on the pulse of her arousal, circling her clit and rolling it under the pad of his thumb.When he thrust his fingers deep inside her and let them curl, she came unglued.
“Zac!”Her entire body went taut, the leg around his waist locking tight.
He worked his fingers in again and left them deep, rubbing the walls of her tight, slick vagina.He knew when he found the place because those walls began to quake, her inner muscles clenching in ever-quickening spasms.
When she came, it was hard and consuming.He let his fingers ride her through it.She rolled her head on the pillow, and her cry was sharp before he captured it with his mouth.
She let the orgasm take her, surrendering to it with her pussy pressed solidly against his palm.Zac was strung tight as a bow as he led her gently down.She sagged onto the bed underneath them, and the possessive hold she’d had on his butt slipped off.Her arm flopped to the mattress.
“My turn,” he said gruffly.
He leaned over her for another kiss.He was wound so tight, it wouldn’t take much to set him off.He rocked his hips against hers and plumped her breast high, but hesitated when something felt off.
