Chapter 39
Avidya
The next morning, I woke up to laying atop Zachariah. His chest was bare, like most mornings. I hadn’t slept in the room that he had proclaimed as mine since that first week I was here. I didn’t mind, of course. Waking up with his arms wrapped around me was a wonderful way to wake up. I felt safer, and not so alone after everything.
Last night when we went to bed after making out for quite a while, he held me tight as I fell asleep in his arms. He didn’t push me for more than what I was willing to give. Although if he had, I wouldn’t have fought against him. There was no way I would have been able to as I was kissed senseless.
The thought of what could come make me blush as deep of red as possible. It was a good thing that Zachariah was unable to see my face from the angle that we were at.
I wasn’t looking forward to later today, though. Julia was determined to introduce me to the rest of the family. It was better than the alternative – engagement party. Even the thought made me want to go hide somewhere no one could ever possibly find me. Too bad I wasn’t able to do that.
Zachariah knew I didn’t want either, but I’d eventually have to meet the rest of the family. Putting it off till the wedding wasn’t the best option for either of us.
“You can’t just hide forever,” he had laughed after he told me what we’d be doing the next day while we got ready for bed. “My grandparents will come here if I don’t properly introduce you, Avidya. I’d prefer to not let that happen, as they’d possibly never leave my house then.”
I wouldn’t mind hiding away, but life wouldn’t let me. After years of being in the background in not only the in school but also at the church, I wasn’t used to so much attention. I didn’t know what to do with it all, nor would I probably figure it out anytime soon.
“Morning,” Zachariah’s raspy voice reached my ears, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Mornin’,” I yawned back. It was one of those yawns that made my eyes water.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
“Hmm. Yes,” I replied. I slept good in his arms every night.
“Glad to hear it,” he stated with a small laugh. He shifted while pulling me closer to him.
It was then that I felt his . . . hardness . . . press against my outer thigh, demanding attention. Most mornings so far, he kept that part of himself away from me. I had no idea what to do about it, or even how to react.
“Let’s try that hand job?” he asked, watching as I blushed even deeper if it were possible.
“I don’t know how,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure he heard me.
“Here,” he stated, taking ahold of my hand and began to move it down towards where he wanted it after a moment. He knew I had no idea what to do. At least he kept it under the blanket.
Slowly, he moved my free hand down to his hard penis, placing my own hand just right over his warmth. He was bigger than anything I ever thought would be possible. Of course, I wouldn’t know how big any male would be. But would this . . . thing fit inside of me on our wedding night?
“You can’t hurt it,” he laughed as I barely kept my hand on him. He was so warm against my hand, warmer than what little of his skin I’ve touched before. “Go ahead.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, glancing up at him through my eyelashes.
“I’m positive,” he laughed. “Touch it, explore. I’ll let you know if it hurts, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied, still not sure about it. Zachariah knew I’d never touched a man like this, let alone myself in such a manner.
Closing my eyes tight, I did something I never thought I’d do. Of course, I’ve been doing a lot of things I never thought I’d do. I wrapped my hand around him, finding that my fingers just barely touched.
His hand laid back over mine, showing me the correct pressure to apply to him. He held himself still as I slowly began to move my hand up and down his hard penis. I could feel his hips fight to not move against my hand as I explored.
I could feel how his skin moved with my hand, and how smooth and warm it was against my mine. The head of his hardness was rounded and beaded with what I knew was precum.
He groaned deep in his throat as I used my thumb to swipe over the head. His hips lifted slightly the second time I did it. Having him groan gave me the strength to move my hand a bit more as his hand continued to follow the path on top of my own.
“You’re doing perfect,” he muttered out as I continued. “So good.”
As I continued to rub him, squeezing randomly and swiping the head, his breathing grew heavier. I felt my own wetness against my underwear. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt such need, but playing with Zachariah made it seem even stronger.
“So close,” he whispered in a breathy moan as he gave up and let his hips meet each thrust of my hand against him.
