Teri's eyes caught on the muscles in his shoulders and neck, then traced down his broad chest to his flat stomach and narrow hips. "I do," she said, and she could hear the arousal low in her voice. "Tomorrow."
Zach looked at her, his eyes widening at whatever he saw there. Teri pounced.
They kissed frantically, a flurry of lips and tongues and teeth, breathing each other's air, hands sliding over each other's bodies. Teri felt overwhelmed by the ferocity of her own desire, this need to pounce and bite and claim her mate for her own.
They stumbled into the house, and Teri spared one quick second to hope that Joel had actually left already before all thoughts disappeared and she was consumed by Zach and by her own need.
They were caught up in the kitchen when Zach pushed Teri against the wall, bending his head to kiss her, hot and thorough. His hips pressed against hers, holding her still. She could feel the solid throb of his erection, and she moved to rub against it. He groaned deep in his chest, and arousal pulsed all through Teri's stomach and lower down. She could hear her own panting, hitching breaths.
Time seemed to slow down, so she could feel every slick slide of their mouths against each other, every fingerprint that Zach left on her body as he slid a hand up under her shirt, every quick, desperate heartbeat from both of them. After long minutes of tiny, caged movements under the pressure of Zach's body, her leopard was having no more of it. She took control and pushed off from the wall, taking hold of Zach's shirt and hauling him toward the stairs.
Zach's eyes flew open wide, surprised at her sudden strength, but then they went dark with arousal, and as she turned to pull him after her, he came forward in a rush and surrounded her from behind, his erection snugged right up against her ass and his mouth sucking hot kisses onto her neck. Teri moaned—God, was that low, sexy noise really coming from her?—and her knees turned to water.
Zach took advantage of the moment and changed direction. They stumbled into the living room together. Zach was probably aiming for the couch, as the closest soft surface, but instead they went down hard onto the carpeted floor, Zach underneath.
Now Teri was straddling him. She shifted her hips, feeling the damp slide of her panties over her clit and the heavy pulse of Zach's arousal under her. He groaned. "Teri, God, touch me."
She unbuttoned his shirt with quick, easy movements—she noticed that all of this, anything physical, had suddenly become easier, more natural, to her new self. The possibilities were endless, but for some reason the only ones coming to mind had to do with the bedroom.
Zach took over from her once all the buttons were undone, twisting to get out of his shirt without dislodging her from on top of him. The movement of his hips between her legs made Teri lose focus under the pulses of arousal, but she pulled herself together enough to get her own shirt off and unhook her bra. As it slid down, Zach's eyes traced hotly over her exposed breasts, and her nipples hardened and tingled under his eyes.
Teri went up onto her knees and scooted backward, as much as the loss of pressure between her legs left her feeling bereft. She had more important things on her mind right now: she went for Zach's belt buckle.
He lifted his hips to let her pull it away and tug down his pants and boxers. Her mouth watered at the sight of his erect cock, but she made herself focus on getting his pants and boots off before she did anything about it.
Once he was completely, gloriously naked, all of that muscle almost glowing in the dim light from the hallway, Teri bent down and took him into her mouth.
She had never liked doing this much. It was difficult and a little uncomfortable, and she was always afraid she was going to choke and ruin the moment. And half the time, it was all over too soon and the guy would just roll over and go to sleep, even if she hadn't had an orgasm yet.
It was different with Zach.
Everything was different with Zach, but this—she'd never in her life even imagined she could feel like this. Like she was dying get her mouth on him, like she wanted nothing more than to hold this most intimate part of him between her lips, to inhale his sharp scent and taste him salty and masculine on her tongue.
And the noise he made when she went down. Oh God, it was so deep, it went right through her. Her panties were more than just damp by now, because the whole thing, the rumbling groans Zach was making, the feel of his cock stretching her mouth, the taste of precome, the throb of his pulse against her cheek—it was making her clench and jerk with need.
She sucked him until he was writhing underneath her. She wasn't worried about choking, her jaw didn't get sore, she wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, she was liquid with arousal, and she wanted to do this forever. She'd found out how to drive Zach absolutely crazy with pleasure and she was going to relish every moment.
Finally, he grabbed at her shoulder with one big hand, his fingers digging in. "Teri, stop." His voice rasped in his throat. "Stop, or I'm going to come."
Reluctantly, she lifted her head. His cock was huge, flushed with blood and wet with her spit, dripping precome.
She went for her jeans, struggling with the button and the zipper. They were damp all the way through between her legs, because she was absolutely soaked with arousal. "I need," she gasped, almost falling as she stripped her jeans and her shoes off in one motion. "I need you inside me."
"Come here." Zach's eyes were shining, just a thin strip of luminescent silvery-gray around the pupil. His lips were red and bitten, and his hair was messy, and he was flushed all the way down his chest. Teri couldn't do anything but kiss him.
He tasted like desire. Teri flushed as she realized what she probably tasted like, but he didn't seem to care, plundering her mouth with his tongue and pulling her up to straddle him again. His erection brushed the wet curls between her legs, and she moaned. She felt empty, aching with the need to have him inside her now.
She had to stop kissing him to concentrate well enough to manage it. Tearing her mouth away from his felt awful, but she reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock, and the way his head tipped back and his eyes fell closed was worth it. She hadn’t been able to see what he looked like before, and this was a mental image that was going to stay with her forever.
Slowly, she lowered herself down onto him. The stretch of him inside her stole her breath away. He was so big. And taking him in inch by inch like this, going down and down until she was seated fully on his hips, it felt like he was even deeper than he had the first time they’d done this.
Teri leaned forward with a gasp, her hands spreading out over his pectoral muscles. “Oh, God,” she gasped. “Zach. Zach, you feel so good.”
His eyes opened, and almost seemed to flash silver in the low light as he took her in his arms and rolled them over.
Teri hit the carpet with a moan. Her legs were spread wide open, her arms going around Zach’s shoulders to clutch at him. It was her turn to tilt her head back in utter joy as he drove into her, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her body.
He moved fast and hard, stroking his cock into her without any concern for gentleness. Teri didn’t want any. She could barely hear the loud cries coming from her mouth as his cock dragged over the most sensitive spot inside her body, wracking her with pleasure. She knew she was digging her nails into his back, but he didn’t seem to mind—when her hands clenched hard, he groaned and drove into her harder.