Laila
His eyes narrowed at her words, and she cringed in embarrassment. Had she misread the situation entirely?
Breathe, just breathe.
In and out.
He was here because he had felt the need to take care of her. He felt responsible for her, just like anyone else would in his position. Laila flushed, quickly grabbing the sheet to cover herself.
She cringed, embarrassed, as she remembered how out of it she had been the night before. What must he think of her?
“Laila, stop thinking.” His eyes flared with heat and Laila suddenly felt as if there wasn't enough air in the room. He sat next to her on the bed, lifting a giant hand to gently push a mass of curly brown hair from her face.
She was no virgin. Being in the military, she had moved around so much that after a few failed attempts at long-distance relationships, she had sworn off them. Relationships, that is. She enjoyed sex with the right partner, but drew the line at liaisons with people she worked with. That had never been a problem, because she’d found it easy to push aside any attraction to her colleagues… until now.
Could she have her cake and eat it, too? Her thoughts ground to a halt at his next words.
“Are you sure you want this? I'm not perfect.”
Laila smiled and lifted her hand to cover his own where it rested against her cheek. He had no idea how perfect he was. “You are so much more than perfect, Zac.”
He shook his head, but she let the sheet drop and he stalled, eyes dropping once more to her breasts. Unable to wait another second, he yanked the covers back and rolled her under him, sliding a hand into her hair and capturing her lips with his own.
Laila wasn't small, she wasn't delicate; she wasn't tiny. She was fit, muscular, and deceptively strong. Her thighs were built for endurance, for carrying her pack over long marches without tiring, and she was muscled from years of hard training. She was capable, and she was unashamed, but the thought of being naked in front of this gorgeous man for the first time still had her feeling a little uncertain and uncharacteristically shy.
She pushed all those thoughts aside as she kissed him back, opening her lips under his to let his tongue dance with hers. Breaking away with a gasp, Laila took a breath to steel her nerves and gripped the sides of her top, dragging it upwards, exposing herself to his fiery gaze. She lifted her hands above her head and tossed the top away, not caring where it landed. She resisted the urge to cover her chest and held her hands by her sides.
She need not have worried.
Zac's eyes glowed brightly as he took in her breasts, pale brown nipples thrusting towards him. His breath caught, and he smiled a wicked smile before lifting a hand to run it gently along her side. Laila shivered under his touch as he moved to cover her breast with his big hand and squeeze gently, before rolling her nipple between his fingers.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, lifting his head to capture one tight nipple between his teeth and sucking gently.
Laila gasped, warmth flooding her body and settling between her legs. She lifted her hands to run through his hair, enjoying their soft strands against her fingers. Zac groaned and moved to her other nipple, repeating the attention with his lips and flicking them with his tongue.
Laila arched her back, pushing her breasts towards him as he pulled away, missing the contact. Zac's hands slid down her waist to push her briefs down her legs. She kicked them away, and he pushed her legs slightly apart. Kissing his way down her stomach, he breathed in her scent.
“Laila,” he murmured, using his hot tongue to lick her slowly as he spread her open with his fingers. Laila shook with pleasure as Zac found her clit and paid special attention to that bundle of nerves, stroking gently with his fingers as he gently suckled her.
“Oh!” Laila cried, eyes closing as pleasure shot through her.
Zac smiled against her and lifted one leg over his shoulder to open her fully to him. He slid his hands to her buttocks and spread her open, pausing in his movements to meet her eyes.
“Is this ok?” He asked.
“I've... it's...”
He smiled. “I'll go gently. If you say stop, we stop. Ok?”
Laila nodded, yet he still waited. “Yes!”
His green gaze was intent on her face as he slipped one broad finger inside her. She felt an overwhelming rush of pleasure as he eased in a second thick digit, and she cried out, her eyes locked to his.
It was almost too much and her legs shook, but Zac held her steady and moved his mouth once again to her core, sucking gently on her clit as he slowly stroked her from the inside. Laila's hands fisted in his hair, the feelings too much, sending her spiraling towards orgasm.
“More... Oh, fuck! Yes... more!”
He lifted heated eyes to watch her fly apart, then gently eased her back to reality. He withdrew his mouth and hands and lay her back on the bed.
