EIGHT
KELLY
When Zac had first suggested we take turns, I hadn't been sure, never having taken the upper hand in the bedroom. I still can't believe I kissed him earlier in the garage, feigning celebration as the reason.
What is it about Zac that has me throwing caution to the wind, and myself at him? The minute his lips touch mine, I abandon my psychoanalysis, giving myself over to our kiss.
I don't care what or even why. All I want is him consuming me, marking me as his. I don't even care if it's a case offor nowrather thanforever.
For once in my life, I want to experience someone screwing my brains out. No chance of anyone I work with finding out and laughing at me when they think I'm not paying attention. As the realization hits me that tonight is just between me and Zac, a sense of freedom overwhelms me.
The freedom to live for the moment rather than worry about what everyone thinks. While I have confidence in my work, the same isn't true for my body. I wish it wasn't so, but years of beating myself up for not being as thin as my co-workers have taken their toll.
With Zac's hands everywhere at once, any worries I might have soon fled, along with any inhibitions. Rather, it's as if I'm playing the part of the hot girl every guy wants, because there's no denying Zac is attracted to me.
This lends a dream-like quality to everything, our being bathed in moonlight adding to this. Before me stands a god, although one with a sinful sense of humor.
The one thing missing is his usual cockiness, with this annoying the hell out of me. Instead, he's just a regular guy, and I'm just a regular girl.
In a tumble of arms and legs on the bed, I know that's not true. There's nothing regular about Zac, especially his size. He's, um, oh my. While I don't have many lovers to compare him to, I know the moment his shaft settles on my tummy.
"I'm not sure this will work. You're so, ah, um…" I can't say it, although his wicked grin says he's got my drift.
"Hmmm, in that case, I'll just have to make you wetter, won't I?" He rubs his length back and forth through my curls. "So slick, you'll take every inch of me."
He looks ready to carry on. Instead, he bites his lip in a manner that has me wanting to do the same to him.
Only half aware of what I'm doing, I cradle his head in my hands, dragging his lips down to mine. I hunger for him as none before, and I'm over denying myself.
Soon enough, he takes control of the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, our breath mingling, and our heartbeats matching. Mine hammers away in my chest, the pulse as strong in other parts of my body.
When Zac lifts his lips from mine, I put my hands back up to keep him where he is, although the passion in his eyes stops me. There's the promise of pleasure and more in his dark brown eyes. Pleasure that will be all mine.
And it is, with him working his way down my body, nibbling, sucking and licking until I'm a quivering wreck. I'm well on my way to being as slick as he wants when he opens me wide to his gaze.
The way his tongue twirls around my bud hints at a lot of practice, and I arch my hips, desperate to increase the pressure.
In response, his laughter rumbles against my most sensitive spot, although this soon turns to humming. Oh, my lord, at this rate, I hope he doesn't know any of the words to the song, with the vibration caused by his lips cutting right through me.
It's almost too much, my bud ready to burst into flower. Desperate to have Zac deep inside me when this happens, I grip his shoulders, trying to let him know that I'm close to losing it.
Honestly, the man appears psychic where my body is concerned. He lifts his head and slides up and along my body before kissing me, the taste of me still on his lips. Any thoughts about this vanish the moment the tip of his cock nudges for entrance.
I don't think twice. I act the wanton, and swing my legs up behind his back, opening myself to his full length. He accepts my unspoken invitation by filling me until he can go no further, with him a tight fit.
I love every second. Or is that every inch? His silken length stretching me in all the right places.
I'm thinking it can't get any better when he starts to move, finishing each drive by grinding against my already sensitive bud. In and out, deeper and deeper, until it's as if he's touching my heart and soul.
"I can't wait, I can't." Anything else I've got to say is lost when Zac pulls out almost completely and drives himself home. It's something he repeats until my body shatters, every nerve ending screaming as loudly as I am.
Zac's lips once again claim mine, swallowing the last of my cries. He then adds his own when his body stiffens and he drives into me, out of control, and all mine.
Rather than crush me when he collapses, he falls to one side, taking me with him, his length still buried in my swollen depths. Our eyes lock, the moonlight enough to illuminate that he appears as shocked as I am.
In the end, I can keep quiet no longer. "Is that, is that normal?" Despite my knowing that he's no virgin, our coupling still had an out-of-this-world edge to it. Or was that just me?
"No, darling, that was not normal. That was freaking amazing!"
