“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that.” I fiddled with the button at the top of his jeans and then yanked the zipper down before pushing my hand down his pants and grabbing a hold of him. I slid my fingers up and down the length of him, amazed at how hard he was already.
“I think you know you turn me on.”
“Isn’t that what all the stalkers say?” I giggled again and I felt Zane’s hand on my chin bringing my face up to his.
“I wasn’t stalking you, Lucky.” He looked at me seriously. “Stalking is a serious thing. I don’t want you to think I’m that crazy guy. I did do everything in my power to get you to that party, and I did follow you because I was scared of what Braydon may do, but I would never stalk you, or tap your phone, or anything like that.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Good.”
“I’ll do everything I can to protect you, Lucky. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I watched as he cringed and I pouted up at him.
“Why do you look like I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to you then?”
“I just heard myself say those words and I wondered how I became the cliché king.” He laughed. “I never thought I’d say a statement like that.”
“You never thought you’d be in love?” I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say the words that warmed my heart. I loved the fact that I was Zane’s first real love.
“No. Never. I never wanted it.” He sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if my life was easier before you came into it.”
“So you wish you never met me?” I pulled away from him, slightly hurt.
“No. No.” His eyes pierced into mine. “Never that. I just care about you so much that sometimes I don’t even know where I am or what I’m doing. I’m consumed with thoughts of you and your well-being.”
“That’s not so bad.” I smiled up at him. “I think about you a lot as well, you know.”
“I need to know you’re safe at all times.” He paused. “And that you’ll never leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you, Zane.” I reached up and kissed him slowly, increasing the pressure of my lips on his before pushing my tongue into his mouth. He grabbed a hold of it eagerly and I felt him nibble on my tongue before sucking it. I reached my hands up to run my fingers through his hair and he cupped my ass and brought me in against him hard. I felt his hands run up my back and under my top. He unclasped my bra and I lifted my arms up so he could pull my top off. He yanked it off and my bra was tossed to the side right after it. I grabbed his shirt and undid the buttons quickly, pulling it off of him and crushing my br**sts against his na**d chest. I giggled as his chest hair rubbed against my ni**les and he growled as he reached up to cup my right breast, squeezing and molding it to his hand.
I sighed against his lips and ran my hands up and down his back. Zane broke away from me and kissed down my neck lightly and across my collarbone. Within seconds, I felt his lips sucking on my br**sts and his teeth nibbled on my nipple.
“Oh, Zane,” I moaned as he set my body on fire with desire. “Ooh.” I cried out as his mouth left my breast, but all was right again when I felt his lips move over to focus on the other one. “Stop,” I whispered as I felt his hands on my pants. “We should go upstairs.”
“Why?” He growled, and he grinned as he pulled my pants down. I stepped out of them quickly, only slightly self-conscious of the fact that I was standing there in just my underwear.
“Because we’re about to, you know.” I smiled at him, blushing.
“We don’t have to have sex in only the bedroom, you know.”
“But this is the dining room.” I looked up at him in shock.
“So?” He laughed and I felt his fingers slide between my legs. “It seems to me that you’re ready now.”
“Oh, ah.” I closed my eyes as he explored me with his fingers, delighting in the roughness against my inner skin. The tips of his fingers caressed my throbbing blossom and I felt a wanton need fill my whole body. He removed his fingers from my wetness and I cried out, wanting and needing to feel him there and inside of me. “Zane.” I moaned his name and he looked down at me with desire-filled eyes and a satisfied smile.
I grabbed a hold of his jeans and pulled them down so that I could release him from the cage. His penis leaped out at me and I took hold of it and delighted in its warmth and girth. I played with it in my fingers before slowly going down onto my knees. I stared up at his surprised eyes and maintained eye contact as I took him into my mouth. He tasted salty and warm and I slid my tongue along his girth as I sucked him. Zane grunted and leaned back against the table. His hands reached down to my head and he played with my hair as I pleasured him. I felt him grow harder in my mouth and I was excited to feel him inside of me.
“Stop,” he groaned and pulled me away from him. “I’m going to come.”
“I don’t mind.” I tried to put him back in my mouth, but he shook his head and pulled me up towards him. He lifted me up onto the dining room table and slid my panties down to my ankles before lifting my legs up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom wrapper before sliding it on and giving me a small wink. My heart was pounding as I stared at him up above me and then I felt him slide his length into me. All I could think about was how good he felt inside me, and how I never wanted this feeling to end. He slid back and forth slowly and I grabbed him towards me, urging him to go faster.
“Not yet, my love.” He shook his head and grinned, and pulled himself out of me completely. I groaned at his withdrawal and tried to sit up, but he pushed me back on the table and leaned down. Before I knew it, his tongue was on me, and then in me, and I cried out to the heavens above as he lapped me up and sucked on my sweet spot. I couldn’t contain myself and I felt my body shudder as I came furiously, all while Zane was still there licking and teasing and sucking. I lay there, overcome with emotion, and Zane looked up at me with hooded eyes. I stared at him and smiled, a sweet sleepy smile and he lifted his face up and pulled me towards him again. Within seconds I felt him push himself into me again, only this time, there was nothing slow about his movements. He slammed into me furiously and I felt him in places I never knew existed. A second orgasm built up in me and he reached his fingers down to play with me as he made passionate love to me. I screamed as his intensity increased, along with the pressure of his fingertips against me. My body started trembling as I came for a second time, and I saw Zane grinning before I felt his body tremble. I then heard his deep grunts of satisfaction before he pulled out of me.
I saw him pull the full condom off of his penis and drop it somewhere before pulling me up against him. He kissed me eagerly and I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back.
“Next time, we’ll try and come at the same time,” he whispered in my ear and lifted me up. “And now, we can go to bed.”
“Shouldn’t we clean up first?” I looked around at the mess.
“No.” And with that he carried me up the stairs slowly and to his bedroom before laying me down on the bed. He stood there and watched me as I stretched and he smiled down at me sweetly. “I think I could watch you na**d in my bed for hours.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” I smiled and squirmed. “I’d rather you lay down in the bed beside me.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I need someone to keep me warm.” I grinned up at him.
“To keep you warm, huh?” He fell on the bed next to me and reached over and ran his hands across my breasts. “Is that all?”
“Yup.” I grinned and moaned as I felt the excitement build up in me again at his touch. “I want to feel warm and toasty.”
“I’ll give you warm and toasty.” He laughed and sat on top of me, straddling his legs across mine. He reached down to his penis and I felt him rubbing the tip of it against my opening.
“Zane,” I groaned as I felt myself growing wet again.
“Yes, my dear?” He grinned as he caressed me with his member. He was now hard again and he brushed it up against me with intensity, allowing it to rest at my entrance for a second before pulling away.
“Nothing.” I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him before running my hands across his firm butt.
“Nothing?” He pushed himself into me halfway and I groaned as he pulled back out of me. He then rolled over and faked a yawn. “I think I’ll take a little nap.”
“You suck.” I rolled over to stare at him, my body still a quivering mess.
“Oh yeah?” He rolled over so he was facing me and his eyes sparkled. “I thought you liked it when I sucked?”
“Pervert.”
“You wish.” He reached over and kissed my nose. “You’ve got such a cute button nose, did you know that?”
“No.” I smiled back at him, staring into his eyes.
“I want to bite it, it’s so cute.”
“You want to bite everything.” I laughed.
“I do?” He smirked at me. “If you say so.”
“You love to bite.”
“I’d love to bite your butt.”
“What?” I looked at him curiously. “My butt?”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Does that shock you?”
“You’d have to want to do a bit more than that to shock me.” I laughed. “A lot more.”
“What if I told you I wanted to take you in the ass?” he whispered, staring at me intently.
“What?” My voice was loud and shocked, and he laughed.
“You should see your expression right now.” He ran a finger across my cheek. “I’m guessing that means you’ve never done it?”
“Done what?” I could barely get the words out.
“Made love in the backdoor?”
“Made love in the backdoor?” I laughed. “I think it’s generally known as anal, and no I haven’t.”
“Hmm.” He licked his lips. “So I guess I can still take your virginity.”
“Zane.” I hit him lightly in the chest. “You’re gross.”
“It’s not gross.” He laughed and his eyes teased me.
“Have you done it?” I looked at him, with a slightly sad feeling.
“Uh oh.” He looked at me with uncertainty. “We’re not going to have the sex talk, are we?”
“The sex talk?” I was confused.
“The how many partners, how many different places, how many positions talk?”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” I paused. “But I suppose if you want to.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never found these conversations to be very helpful in relationships.”
“I thought you haven’t been in relationships before.” I frowned.
“I’ve never been in love. Of course I’ve dated. I’m not a monk.”
“Okay.” I felt jealousy stirring in my stomach. “So have you made love in the backdoor before?”
“Uh oh, what have I done?” He sighed. “Lucky, don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” I protested. “I just want to know.”
“Then yes, yes I have.”
“I see.” I looked away from him, trying to ignore the gnawing at my heart. “And was it everything you had hoped it to be?”
“What?” He looked bemused. “Anal sex?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t all that.” He laughed. “I could take it or leave it.”
“I see.” I looked down and he grabbed my chin so that I would look at him.
“I’ve never made love to someone with a pu**y as sweet as yours, my dear.”
“Zane.” I blushed furiously at his words.
“Well, it’s the truth.” He grinned at me and leaned forward. “Your pu**y was made for my cock.”
“Zane!” I shook my head at the crudeness of his words, while delighted inside that he had said them.
“I fit in you perfectly. Your body was made to welcome me. It was made to pleasure me. It was made to turn me on.” He growled. “I can barely look at you without wanting you.”
“Liar.” I happily blushed again.
“It’s true. I want you like no woman I’ve ever wanted before in my life.”
“And I guess there have been plenty of them?”
“We’re definitely not having this conversation, Lucky.” He licked my lips and stared into my eyes. “I’m with you and the past doesn’t matter, okay?”
“I guess.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” I sighed, wondering just how many women he had been with. He was gorgeous and rich; he must have been with plenty of women. And I bet they were all beautiful, a lot prettier than me, with perfect bodies. Zane could have any woman he wanted. I felt insecure as I lay there in his arms. Why would he want me when he could have any of those women?
“Lucky, look at me,” Zane sighed. “Please believe me when I say that I don’t want to be with anyone but you.”
I stared at him in amazement, wondering if he had a wiretap on my mind and was now able to read my thoughts as well. As I gazed into his blue eyes, I could see the love he had for me shining through his irises.
“You’re a goof.” I kissed him.
“I want to make love to you again so badly,” he growled in my ear. “I want to feel my skin on your skin.”