Her eyes shine with amused satisfaction. “Good, then it’s working. You need to be hard for what I have in mind.”
She closes her fingers around the base of my erection, and squeezes, causing pleasure to scatter everywhere in my body.
“Zara, I mean it.” I squirm. “If you keep doing this, I’m gonna lose control. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
She stops in her tracks, her hand still wrapped around the base of my shaft. “Take advantage? What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know.” I admit, exhaling in the hope of getting my pulse to slow down. “What happened with Mason was scary for me, and I wasn’t the one who was assaulted and almost…” I hesitate. I don’t want to use the word rape. It’s too horrible. “I want to take care of you. I want you to know that you’re safe and nothing needs to happen. I love you, and I can be in bed with you and just cuddle if that’s what you need. Despite…him.” I glare at my hard-on that hasn’t deflated at all in Zara’s grip.
“You are taking care of me, Chance.” She argues. “With you, I feel completely safe. And I want you.”
“Are you sure?” I hesitate.
The answer is another squeeze to the base of my cock, and I see stars when my eyelids drop closed.
“Ok.” I relent. “Like I keep saying tonight, I’m yours, baby. Take what you want.”
“What I want,” she says, rolling off of me and onto her back, pulling me on top of her. “Is for you to take me, Chance. When Mason was pressing his body against mine, I was so scared. I want you to replace that memory with your weight on me. With your touch, your kisses. You told me that you trust me and that you’re mine. I’m yours too. I trust you. Please make love to me.”
I think I understand why she wants me to be in charge. Mason took her control away using force. Now that she has that control back, she’s handing it to me because she wants to.
“I love you, Zara. You got it.”
There’s no hurry in the way I kiss her. It’s deep, slow and a little obscene as I do with my tongue what I plan to do in a minute with my cock.
My hands glide down her body, feeling every inch of her smooth, velvety skin.
Her nipples harden when I skim the side of her tit with teasing fingers, and I can’t resist the sight of those two pink, aching points.
I leave her lips, my open mouth gliding down her neck, kissing the bruises that are starting to turn blue where her throat was compressed. I keep the contact light and gentle, skimming down to her collarbone and the swell of her chest.
“Oh.” She moans when I reach the rose peaks begging to be kissed and sucked.
Zara arches her back to give me better access. I know she likes when I suck and she enjoys a hint of teeth against her nipples.
I take my time, laving attention on her perfect tits, until she’s a quivering mess, and she begs me for more.
My mouth travels down her stomach. I know that she’s ready for what I have in mind, and I don’t tease her like I normally would.
I cover her clit with my lips, kissing her there the same way I was kissing her mouth earlier.
Her fingers tangle in the longer hair on the top of my head, but rather than trying to keep me there, she pulls me up and away from my target.
The motion would be painful under any other circumstances, but I’m so fucking turned on that my scalp tingles, sending the sensation all the way down to my cock.
“This is not what I want,” Zara pants.
Fuck. I’m dying to be inside her, but if she’s changed her mind, I’m gonna stop. It doesn’t matter how difficult it is. I would never do anything she doesn’t want.
“Are you ok, baby?” My voice is a low rasp, thick with desire.
“More than ok.” She says, nipping my bottom lip. “So ok, that even though I love it when you go down on me, I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I need you now.”
Thank fuck.
I don’t make her ask twice. I line myself up with her entrance and drive my hips forward.
She’s so wet that I don’t find any resistance, plunging into her soft heat until I’m buried to the hilt.
