“Now just confirms I was right to be semi-hard the whole time you were in that pink bra. Look at you.”
My nipples have never been harder. Whether it’s the air or how turned on I am right now, it doesn’t matter. They’re putting on a show. I cup myself with my hand and pinch my nipple between two knuckles.
“I can feel you on the edge. Are you ready to go over?”
“God yes,” I whisper.
“Show me how you’d do it.”
He slips out of me, leaving me no choice but to do it myself. I replace his fingers with mine and work quickly, with very little effort. He’s right. Iamright on the edge. It only takes four quick strokes before my body arches and my pussy violently clenches. I close my eyes and feel the earth move.
“Good girl,” Zander purrs. His fingers glide through my wet slit, then he brings them up to his mouth. “Perfect.”
I push up on my elbows, but find myself sweaty and stuck to his leather couch. He helps me the rest of the way, unpeeling my shoulders.
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
His eyes are dark as he looks at me. I’m dishevelled and half-dressed and begging for more.
“I’m taking you to bed.”
He stands, pulls me to my feet, and hoists me up onto him. His strong arms wrap around me, hands supporting my ass. My legs circle his hips and my centre collides with the thick bulge in his sweatpants. Already tender and swollen, this simple act elicits a low moan from my lips. He kisses my neck as he carries me into his bedroom. I cling to him, dig my nails into his back, tighten my thighs against him.
I need all of him. Now.
He lays me out on his bed and hovers over me like he can’t quite decide what he wants to do next. I make an executive decision and throw my top and bra away, discarding them on his hardwood floor.
“You keeping the skirt on?” he rasps.
I shrug. “I can. If that turns you on.”
He groans and grabs the hem of his shirt, peeling it off one handed. “Everything about you turns me on.”
My eyes stutter over his bare chest. A completely shirtless Zander is impressive. You can see the years of manual labour on him.
“I can tell,” I say and nudge the outline of his dick with my toes. “Now it’s your turn to show me.”
He laughs and climbs on top of me. “No, now it’s my turn to make you come. You did so well yourself, but you need to let me do it for you.”
Need pools in my lower belly, a deep, longing ache that only one thing will satisfy. It strikes me, in this moment, how odd it isthat the men before Zander never made me feel this way. Sure, I got turned on and wanted them, but never this intensely. Maybe it’s because they never asked me what I needed or listened when I requested more or less of something. Maybe it’s because they put themselves first, always.
Maybe it’s just Zander.
I roughly grab his face and bring it down to mine. All I have in me are greedy, open-mouthed kisses, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I run my hands down his body, tracing my fingers down each defined muscle on his stomach, then further down to the delicious V disappearing beneath his sweatpants. He shimmies his hips as I dip my fingers under the waistband and take them off entirely. All that separates us is his underwear and a tiny swath of fabric from my skirt that hasn’t ridden up. I break from the messy kisses as my hand slips down the front of his boxer-briefs, solely because I want to see him in his full glory.
The noise he makes as my fingers close around his shaft is the most gorgeous sound I have ever heard in my life. It’s low and primal, animalistic. I feel myself getting wetter, and I don’t even know how that’s possible.
“Addie,” he breathes out my name in a similar guttural voice. His head falls against my chest. “You don’t know how much I’ve thought about this.”
I run my fist up his shaft. “I’m sure it’s about as much as I have.”
“More,” he says and begins kissing along my collarbones, then down to my breasts. He catches a nipple in his mouth, runs his tongue along the peak, while giving my other tit a generous squeeze with his big hand. “How is every part of you so goddamn beautiful.”
I can’t take it any longer. There is a time and place for us to be slow and deliberate, and it’s not now. I tear off his boxers. Heglances up at me from my breasts, nipple between his teeth, eyes on fire.
“Fuck me, Zander.”
Suddenly, I’m on top of him. I let out a whoop at his quick movements, and he steadies me. I straddle him, feeling his hard cock against my ass cheek.
