We get to work, bringing in the outside furniture and piling it into the space in the garage.We pull the cover over the pool and tie it securely.He brings the bins around and ties them against the poles, also taping the lids down.We continue preparing everything we can until the darkness of night consumes us, and the wind has picked up to a howling speed.The rain began about twenty minutes ago and is now battering against the windows.I went for a quick lap around the house, closing all the windows, when I felt the first few droplets on my cheeks.
‘Lucky I did a beer run yesterday,’ Zayden huffs, dragging the back of his hand across his forehead, a little breathless from the labour of bringing everything inside.
‘Thank God,’ I reply, nodding seriously.He elbows me playfully.
We spend the next hour ringing friends and family, making sure everyone is safe and prepared.Everyone else knew about the cyclone – apparently we’ve been living under a rock.It did approach quicker than anticipated, the news keeps saying.The day seemed fine when we went on our walk earlier.
Once we’ve caught up with everyone we need to, I head up to Zayden’s shower.I step inside and sigh in relief as the warm water sprays over me, running down my muscles and through my hair.I spend some time lathering myself up and washing my hair, in case we lose power or water during the storm.I’m out and dressed when Zayden strolls into his room and slaps my ass as he passes, making me bite the inside of my cheek.
My eyes drift to his bedside table, where the vibrator is sitting, charging.I twist my fingers together, imagining how it will feel.After the world’s fastest shower, Zayden returns.A ripple of awareness shoots down my spine as his eyes lazily move from me, to the vibrator, and back to me.
‘No pressure to use it,’ he says.
‘I want to.’
‘Are you sure?’he asks.
‘Positive.’
‘I’ll give you some space,’ he says.
‘I want you to watch.’
He pauses by the door, eyes shifting to mine, and liquid heat pools in my stomach.The words fell out of my mouth without thought, but there is no way I want him missing out on this.As flushed as he makes me, I feel more comfortable around him than ever before, and I’d like to experience this with him.
He advances towards me.I stumble, my knees hitting the edge of the mattress.I fall back, sinking into it.Leaning forward, his arms come down on either side of me, caging me in.My eyes travel from his eyes to his lips.He has a beautiful smile, with handsome lines appearing when he smiles.
His mouth touches mine in a soft, slow kiss that has my core throbbing with need.My fingers trail over his bare chest, enjoying the hard muscles beneath them.
My heartbeat thrums inside my chest, a deafening tune that is blocking out anything else happening around us.Any anxiety and nervousness I’d felt about the impending bad weather evaporates as my entire being becomes focused on him.
A part of me is still in denial that this is happening and that I’m not in some prolonged dream where I justwantthis to happen.
As the nerves crawl back in – they never entirely left – there is something else overriding them.Desire courses through me and I suddenly need his hands on me.I am craving his attention, the weight of him on top of me and everything else that will come after.
Zayden’s hair is messy, streaked from too many hours spent in the sun.It’s constantly dishevelled and flops onto his forehead, still damp from the shower.I comb my fingers through it and he moans into my mouth.I’m quickly becoming addicted to the feel of his mouth on mine and I’m desperate to hear that moan again, thrilled at the thought that I was able to make him sound like that.
His knee wedges between mine as the kiss deepens into something more.As if we are both feeling the same sort of hunger for each other and giving into the craving that is driving us both wild.Unless that’s just me, but with the way his hands greedily explore my body and his tongue sweeps against mine, I feel like this isn’t one-sided.
Zayden’s hands are big and warm as they slip beneath the fabric of my shirt, skimming across my stomach and down my sides.I arch my back, pushing myself closer to him.His mouth shifts from mine, leaving a trail of kisses down my jaw, moving to my neck.His teeth graze my skin.
‘Are you ready to try your toy?’he murmurs softly, skimming his lips across my collarbone.
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
Lifting my hips, he yanks my tights down my legs.Swallowing, I glance down, noticing his eyes absorbing everything in front of him.Slowly, I open my thighs.Locking eyes with me, he lightly presses his thumb against me and I jerk at his touch.Drawing his lower lip between his teeth, he presses harder into me and I moan, my head falling back.He slides a finger into me and gently moves it.
‘How does this feel?’he asks.
‘Amazing.’
‘Good,’ he says, voice husky and laced with the same lust I’m feeling.
He eases his fingers out of me and reaches for the bedside drawer, pulling the vibrator towards us.His mouth finds mine again and I relax into the kiss, desperate to feel his hands between my thighs again.Heat flares through me as his hand possessively grips my thigh, hooking it up and around his hip.He thrusts into my hip, making me feel how hard he is, and I gasp.
Withdrawing from me, he turns the toy on and it starts vibrating.My lips part as I push up onto my elbows, watching him through a heavy gaze.My heart is galloping in my chest but the sexual tension building in me is overriding any of my previous nerves.
Lightly, he presses the vibrator against me, in the exact spot I need it.A sound mixed between a sigh and a moan escapes me ashe inserts a finger.Moving it in and out, he presses the vibrator harder onto my clit.My legs spasm at the sensation; the vibrations feel like they’re sending shockwaves through my core and down my legs.
