I turn my head to find his eyes dark and full of longing. I can’t help but lean in for a kiss. The moment our lips meet, the kiss deepens, a delicious mingling of warmth and need.
Zach lifts my leg, positioning it over his, allowing the exquisite girth of his cock to nestle against my entrance. I can’t help but gasp when he pushes inside, filling me completely. Always a perfect stretch. A fullness making me ache for him even more.
“God, you feel so good.” Heat radiates from him, every inch sending electric shocks through my body.
“Keep going, I’m so close,” I breathe, urging him on.
Each thrust is a deep, sensual dance where he skims against the sweet spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my core.
I feel every pulse and it’s intoxicating.
His fingers find my clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The sensations blend together. His cock gliding in and out, his fingers teasing my sensitive nub, and heat pools low in my belly. The tension is building, a slow simmer of arousal threatening to boil over.
“Zach, oh, yes. Please don’t let up,” I gasp, my hips instinctively moving to meet his thrusts, seeking more of the most delicious friction.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, his voice laced with gravely lust. “Fucking you is heaven on earth. Your pussy is magic.”
His tongue traces the curve under my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He pinches my nipple sharply, causing heat to coil tighter and tighter as he drives into me. Each thrust pushes me over the edge.
“Let go for me, baby,” he urges. “Gush all over me.”
Pressure builds, a sweet tension I’ll never be able to live without again. His fingers continue to work my clit with expert precision, a combination of furious rubs and teasing flicks. He’s driving me mad the way he plays my body.
“Zach, I’m so close,” I moan, my fingers clutching at his arms, desperate for something to hold on to as I chase my peak.
“Come for me, Sky.” His low, commanding tone pushes me to the brink.
With a final, powerful thrust, I tumble over the edge, my entire body convulsing in pleasure. “Oh God, yes!”
Waves of bliss crash over me. His cock pulses inside me, the warmth of his release mixes with the aftershocks of my own orgasm in a delicious swirl of sensation.
We stay connected, our bodies entwined as the world slowly comes back into focus.
“That was…” I start, but I can’t find the words. Instead, I let my fingers trace along the defined muscles of his arm.
“Incredible?” he suggests, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I snuggle in closer, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. “Better.”
For a while we simply lie there, the quiet of the room. Prague wakes around us somewhere beyond the windows.
Zach’s arm encircles me, a protective, certain yet unconscious gesture.
For years I’ve believed love is fragile. Something easily broken by time or distance or the ordinary complications of life.
Now, resting here with Zach, I realize my long-standing biases have loosened their hold.
Whatever comes next—Seattle, work, the thousand practical details waiting outside this room—we’ll face it together.
For the first time in a long time, the future doesn’t seem uncertain.
More like destiny.
