He focused on that one spot, licking, sucking, his hands on her ass, holding her to him like a thirsty man would a bowl of water.
She tensed and then broke around him, her legs buckling as her body pulsed. He gave her one last lick and lifted from his kneeling position, trailing his fingers up her body to her breasts as he stood, tweaking her nipples and hearing her cry.
“Coffee?” he said into her ear, then took a hand away to wipe his mouth.
Sorrell shook her head, her hands now on his stomach, the tips of her fingers curling under his jeans.
“Take them off,” she whispered. “I want you.”
Her words made his vision go blurry, the need to possess her making him lasso every ounce of self-control he had.
Then her hands found momentum and she started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, her hand automatically cupping his cock through his underwear, her fingertips grazing his balls and making him catch his breath.
Her bed was just feet away but he wasn’t sure how he was going to get there. Taking her against the door was an option and about the only one he had right now as there wasn’t enough blood in his brain to think of an alternative.
“Zack,” she said.
“Huh?” It was almost a sentence. He wasn’t capable of any more.
“Bed. Behind you.” She directed him backwards, his jeans attractively round his ankles, but when he fell back against the bed he didn’t care.
Sorrell shucked her own jeans off and managed not to fall, although being skinny jeans they still needed peeling off at the ankles. Whoever had designed them hadn’t thought about the mechanics of stripping off erotically whilst wearing them.
Zack was lying on the bed on his back, his eyes fixed on her. Her uncoordinated strip clearly hadn’t dimmed his arousal as his cock was standing thick and hard, pre-cum forming at the tip.
Returning the favour and going down on him had crossed her mind, but she wanted him in her to the extent she ached. She straddled him, standing tall on her knees so he could see every inch of her, his reaction increasing her confidence.
His big hands held her hips and his thumbs brushed over her stomach. Then one slipped down, fingers sweeping over her still sensitive clit and he pressed the tip of a digit inside her, in and out, in and out, mimicking fucking her.
“You’re tight and you feel so hot,” he said, finally finding his words.
Her hips moved slightly, riding his hand. She wondered if she should feel embarrassed at her reaction to him, at her movements, needing something of his to fill her, but his eyes told her that at this moment, she was his everything.
Then he moved his hand away, bringing both to her tits and cupping them, raising his head to suck each one in turn, his tongue strumming her nipple. Sorrell moved back her hand and found his cock, feeling the vibrations of his groan around her. She angled her hips so she could rub his cock against her clit, moving it further back each time to push near to her entrance, coating the head in her wetness.
She was on the pill, they’d had a roundabout conversation to do with contraception, one where they avoided saying anything directly. Condoms were there, somewhere in her bedroom, but they weren’t needed and she was glad, wanting something rawer, wanting the feel of him in her without even a thin layer of rubber in between them.
Slowly, she pushed down on him, his mouth leaving her nipple and instead staring up at her as if she had descended from heaven. She let him fill her gradually, unused muscles remembering their function. Zack’s hands were firm on her hips, helping her find a rhythm that suited them both.
He was thicker than she’d had before and it took her a few seconds to adjust to the stretch. Then the initial pinch became pleasure and she began to ride, watching his face, feeling his hands touch her breasts, tease her nipples and then his words, dirty whispered words telling her how beautiful she was and how she felt around him.
His finger found her clit and pushed her towards a release that fractured her into small pieces from which she was sure she couldn’t recover. He had made the world a fraction easier, fragmented pieces of her life seemed to fit back together a little smoother.
And then he flipped them round, laughing at her lack of resistance, as if she was boneless, and entered her, holding up her hips so he could move deeper inside her.
His pace was slow and careful; he was watching her every expression, reading her to see what she liked, what didn’t work. But he was holding himself back and she didn’t want him to. She wanted him to lose himself in her.
She clenched his cock with her inner muscles and heard him groan. Then she dug her nails into his ass, urging him to move quicker, wanting to find the words but unable to say them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands moving her hips to his rhythm, his lips parted, saying her name and she felt him start to unravel, to come apart.
“Fuck, Sorrell!” he said as he thrust more violently this time, his head tipped back as he came.
She felt him pour into her, and her body responded, finding another climax that reordered her universe. His hands froze on her hips and then his lips met hers. The kiss wasn’t sweet or tender, it was demanding and held a passion she hadn’t realised could still be there afterwards.
Zack held himself above her on his forearms and looked at her expression. “You look…” He smoothed her hair from her face. “Amazing.”
He was still inside her; they were still connected. Sorrell wondered how she could feel so much closer to him after knowing him just a few weeks, closer to him than she had to anyone before, including her ex. His biceps bulged either side of her, keeping him just far enough above her so that she could see his face, see his eyes and how reverently they looked at her.
She moved her hands to his back, pulling his chest so it was skin to skin with hers, his arms still supporting all of his weight.
