“You’re doing so good, Louise,” he praises, his words rough as gravel. Smoothing his hand over my side and down the outside curve of my ass, he eases out just a little before pushing back in. “Open up for me, baby. Good girl. Breathe and let me in.”
“Zach.” I reach behind me with one hand, reaching blindly for him, and the hand at my hip folds over mine, clasping tight as he slides in a little further.
“I can feel the vibrator,” he moans raggedly, and dear god, what is it about male moans and whimpers that are just top tier sexy?
He slides one hand between my cheek and the mattress, cupping my jaw and turning my head toward him. He kisses me. Tears prick my eyes, because this… this is so much more than I anticipated.
When he bottoms out, his cock buried as deep as my body will take him, his mouth drops open. “Louise.”
There’s so much emotion packed into my name, into the way it falls from his lips.
Part plea. Part prayer.
Part confession.
Thirty-Eight
Zach
“Zach, the—the toy. Take it out. I want to feel you. Only you.Please—”
Reaching beneath her, I remove the vibrator from that sweet, tight pussy, tossing it aside. I don’t even bother turning it off, because honestly, I’m not sure I have the dexterity to find that tiny fucking button at the moment. It continues to buzz where it landed on the carpet.
With the toy gone, it’s not as snug in her ass, but dear Jesus, I’m not going to last long. She’s so hot, so tight.
“You were fucking made for me, Princess,” I rasp brokenly, moving my hips. Slowly, in and out. Letting her get accustomedto me. “Every goddamn part of you was made for me. For my hands. My mouth. My cock.”
My heart.
It’s pretty fucking cliché, I know it, realizing that I’m falling for this woman while buried balls deep inside her.
Real original, Zachy.
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper, bracing myself on my outstretched arms on either side of her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“Ohmygod, yes,” she whines as I slide out and then push back in. Fuckkk she’s so tight.
“I need you to come one more time, baby. One more time on my cock. Come with me, Louise,” I beg raggedly. My heart is thundering in my chest. I’m holding on by a fucking thread, my impending release building.
“Zach,” my girl moans long and low, her body going into freefall and pulling me along with her. Stars engulf my vision as I explode, my cock throbbing with each pulse of my release, filling her. “Ohmygod, I can feel you—”
Lowering myself down until my chest is cradling her back, both of us trembling and spent, I press my forehead to the back of her neck and try to stabilize my breathing and racing heart.
Nuzzling my nose into the golden hair cascading over her shoulders, I pant, “You’re a dream, Louise. A dream I don’t deserve to wish to keep when I wake up. But fuck me if I don’t want to.”
Thirty-Nine
Louise
Blinking awake, I peer blearily around in the gray tinged dawn of Zach’s bedroom.
I’m burrowed beneath the comforter, sprawled like a starfish, and I can only imagine what kind of rats nest my hair is going to be when I climb out of bed.
My body aches in the best way, and my belly does a little swoosh at the memory of last night. Of Zach chasing me up the stairs, fucking me at the top of them. Of everything after that.
I almost said something I couldn’t take back last night.
It was on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to say it.
