“I have no words.” Her face drops for a moment before I stand and take a few quick steps and pull her into me. My lips are attacking hers with no finesse. I’m hungry for her. It’s all teeth and tongues clashing. Hearing Zara play for me peeled back another layer to her. This person who is so passionate about her music and her life’s calling to teach it.
“I have no words for how incredible that was, love.” My thumbs tenderly brush her cheeks.
“Yeah?” Her voice is soft.
“Yes.” I drop a kiss on her forehead. “It was beautiful.” A kiss on her nose. “Better than the orchestra we went to.” A ghost of a kiss on her lips.
She laughs, looking up into my eyes. Her brown eyes are swimming with warmth. “Now I know you’re lying.”
I smile against her lips. “Not a lie. I’d rather listen to you any day of the week, Zara.”
She sets her violin down before wrapping her arms around me. “Did I tell you my mum taught me to play?”
I shake my head.
“She was a brilliant violinist. Also played the cello. I don’t remember much about her since she died when I was little, but I remember her teaching me to play.”
I squeeze her tighter to me. “And the violin that was destroyed was hers?”
She nods against me. “I know I shouldn’t be so attached to it, but it’s one of the last things I have left of hers.”
I fucking hate that the paparazzi destroyed something so cherished by Zara. I don’t know how I can make it right, but I have to fix her violin. No matter the cost.
“I know she would be so proud of you.” Zara’s face is soft as she turns those gorgeous brown eyes on me that I can get lost in. “You are pretty incredible.” I run my hands down her cheeks, before placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
She steps out of my arms, biting down on her lip. God, she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. She wraps her hand in mine. No words are said as she leads me upstairs to her bedroom. It’s dark, the curtains blocking out any light from the houses behind hers. Zara stops in the centre of her room, and I step into her space, letting my fingers drift lazily up her arms.
An anticipation like I’ve never known buzzes through me. Zara’s hands grasp my waist as I trail hot, wet kisses up her neck to her jaw. I linger, nibbling just how she likes, before moving to her lips. She opens for me the second my lips are on hers. The soft tangle of our tongues makes my dick impossibly hard. I’ve never known a need like this before. I crave her with every fibre of my being.
Her warm hands fist in my shirt as I guide us back to the bed. She sits, looking up at me with all the love in the world. Fuck, this woman is absolutely doing me in. Pulling my jumper and T-shirt off, I kneel in front of her. My hands drift up her legs, stopping where she’s trying to get friction. I pull her forward and lift her jumper over her head. Pushing her back, I trail warm kisses up her soft stomach.
Zara is arching into my touch. Her nipples are diamond hard through the lacy cups of her bra. Teasing her, I run my fingertip over the tight bud of one nipple while sucking on the other through the fabric.
“James.” Her voice is husky, laced with want. I pull back, hovering above her. Lightning trails through my body as her fingers drag down my chest, hooking into the waistband of my jeans.
Our eyes lock. Her brown eyes are dark with need and lust and want. And love. There is so much love shining out of them that I don’t feel worthy of it. Instead of dwelling on these new emotions that Zara is bringing out in me, I crush my lips to hers.
The soft, wet heat of her mouth is driving me crazy. We battle for control as our tongues sweep into each other’s mouths. I don’t remember kissing ever being this good. There’s something about Zara that overwhelms me.
I flip onto my back, and she deepens the kiss, grinding over my rock-hard dick. I love that she takes control like this, but I want her naked and writhing beneath me.
“Mmm, Zara.” All thought leaves my mind as her lips trail down my neck and chest. I should stop her once she gets to my jeans, but I don’t. Her soft hands unzipping and pulling them down my body is too much, yet not enough at the same time.
My cock springs free, precum dripping from the tip. Her smile is downright evil as she licks me from base to head, swirling her tongue about the crown. “Fuck, Zara. That feels too damn good.”
She takes me to the back of her mouth, and I can’t help thrusting up. She gags but doesn’t stop. Her eyes are hooded with lust as she continues sucking and licking me, playing with my balls. Fire is racing down my spine as my release threatens. Threading my hands through Zara’s silky locks, I pull her off me with a pop.
“I’m not ready to come in your mouth. I want to be buried inside of you as I make you come.”
Zara stands, dropping her bra, and her gorgeous tits are put on display for me. “Damn, you are so fucking sexy.” I pull Zara down onto the bed, stripping her of the rest of her clothes. Her pussy is glistening for me. Swiping my finger through the wetness, I drag it down towards the tight pucker of her arsehole. She squirms into my touch.
“You like that? You want me to fuck this gorgeous arse of yours?”
“Yes, James! God yes!” Her voice carries around the quiet room as I dip down and take her clit in my mouth.
“Your wish is my command, my Queen.”
I continue sucking on her clit, ignoring the aching throb in my dick. Thrusting two fingers inside her hot, wet channel, I bring her closer to orgasm. Zara is writhing beneath me as her pussy starts clenching around me, her release coating my fingers. I don’t relent as I stay on her until she comes down.
