Throwing her on the bed, I slip out of my T-shirt and sweats. My dick is tenting my briefs. I crawl towards her on the bed, her heated gaze drawing me in. My world revolves around this woman. She’s the sun, and I’m helpless to do anything but spin around her.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” My voice is filled with heat and need.
Kissing my way up her legs, I rip that tiny excuse for underwear off her in one pull.
“Gah!” Her pussy is glistening with need as I swipe a finger through her folds. Zara arches into my touch. Goose pimples break out on her skin as I lower my lips to her clit. Pressing her legs wide, I lavish attention on her pussy. Licking and sucking on the tight bundle of nerves, I press two fingers into Zara’s tight channel. Her walls are already pulsing with need.
“That feels incredible.” Zara’s voice is greedy as her hands grip my hair. The sting of pleasure has me finding friction on the bed. I can’t wait to be in her tight heat. “I’m so close.”
Pulling off her, I leave her riding the edge of orgasm. “I want to feel you come on my cock, Zara.”
“No condoms.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” Dragging my fingers down her flushed cheeks, I stare at her. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would have met my future wife, I would’ve said they were crazy. But somehow, we found our way to each other.
Shucking my boxer briefs, I settle over her. Notching myself at her entrance, I slide in slowly, savouring the feel of her heat around me. It takes everything I have not to explode inside of her. Her legs move up my hips, holding me in place as I wrap my arms around her.
I don’t want any space between us. There’s not a breath of air separating us. I’ve never been so close to a woman. I’ve never felt more connected to someone in my life. This woman is everything to me.
“You going to get moving there?” Zara’s fingers trail down my back, fire in their wake. The slightest touch from her lights me up from the inside out.
Pulling out, I set a steady pace. Diamond hard nipples brush my chest on every stroke. My own release is racing down my spine. Need is coiling tight as I try to stave off my orgasm as Zara gets closer.
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t think it could get any better, but this kiss is everything. Fuck, it’s the greatest kiss of my life. It’s messy. It’s needy. We’re pouring every single emotion we’re feeling into this kiss. I can’t believe I thought I could do without this woman in my life.
“I’m so close, Z. You need to come.” My thrusts are erratic as Zara’s legs tighten around me. Whimpers escape from her lips, as I free an arm to find her clit. A ghost of a touch on that tiny bundle of nerves sets her off. Her pulsing around me is the greatest heaven I’ve ever known.
“Fuck.” I groan out my own orgasm, pulsing deep inside her. Our lips graze each other as we savour the moment of being together again. To think, I almost lost this woman.
I go to pull out, but Zara keeps me locked in place. “Not yet.” Her hands are soft on my neck, tracing my frantic pulse. She clasps me to her, the soft pillows of her breasts the best place to land.
Dropping a kiss on the side of her chest, I slowly pull out of her. Getting up to go to the bathroom, I grab a warm washcloth to clean her up. A lazy smile dances on her lips.
“Would it be too cheesy to give you something right now?” I ask as my fingers trace circles on her stomach.
“What could you possibly need to give me after the best orgasm of my life?” Her eyes are closed, a sated look on her face.
I don’t say anything, just throw on my sweats and go to grab my surprise for her. “I’ve been meaning to give this back to you for a few weeks now, but with everything that happened, I was a little lost.”
Zara grabs my shirt and puts it on, the hem flirting with the tops of her legs. Taking the box, she pierces me with a puzzled look before taking the lid off.
“You didn’t.” Her hand is covering her mouth as she tearfully gazes at her violin. And not just any violin, but her most cherished one. Her mother’s. “You replaced it?”
I shake my head. “No. I spoke with the company, and they were able to repair it.”
Her eyes fly up to meet mine. A war of emotions is playing out in her soulful gaze. “But how? You just can’t repair an instrument like this.” Her hands are running over the wood and strings in a loving manner.
“I wasn’t above dropping my name to get what I needed.”
Setting it to the side, she stands, wrapping her arms around me. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
“In your defence, you wouldn’t have needed to replace it if you hadn’t met me.”
She pinches my side. “Such a smart arse.”
