He stands up, keeping his grip on me, and carries me to the bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind us and allows me to slide down his body. He pulls his shirt off, his incredible body flexing with every move. The dark tattoos he has gracefully climbing up one arm, wrapping around his shoulder, and ending on his chest, make my panties even more wet. He hasn’t taken his darkening blue eyes off of me and it’s stirring things inside me. When he unbuttons his jeans, the forearm tattoo he has on the other arm, draws my attention, that is until the jeans drop to the floor and he’s just in his black boxers.
“Take off your jeans,” he demands.
I swallow and slowly unbutton my jeans. I wasn’t even this nervous the first time I had sex. It was with Zane at our spot, and I knew that night he had my heart completely. We were both nervous kids, fumbling and overly excited. This is the complete opposite of that.
My jeans hit the floor and I hear him growl in approval. His eyes drag up my body, causing me to shiver. “Take your shirt off,” he says. His voice thick with arousal.
My hands are shaking as I grip the bottom of my shirt. I close my eyes, trying to remember how much he loves me. But, I’m stuck, I can’t force myself to move.
His hands cover mine and my eyes snap open. “Babe, I’m not forcing you.”
I don’t say anything. I know he’s not forcing me. It’s not how I feel at all. It’s the fear that I’m about to be exposed. Taking a deep breath, I think of everything Ivy said to me. Zane deserves to know I love him as much as he loves me.
My hands are still shaking, but I gently pull my shirt up. He removes his hands, but my eyes drift closed. I get the shirt off and for the first time in months, I am almost completely exposed. It’s terrifying as much as it is a relief.
“Harper look at me,” Zane softly says.
I slowly open my eyes and his eyes crash into mine. Desire and want are staring back at me. He lets his eyes skate across my body as he adjusts his cock. A bit of my fear disappears when I realize he still finds me attractive. I have no time to even react when his lips slam onto mine. His hands travel down from my shoulders to my ass. He digs his fingers in holding me there while he pushes his hard cock against me. My eyes roll back when I feel him teasing me through my panties. He’s rubbing and pushing against me, making my pussy drip with need. He’s kissing me like his life depends on the air in my lungs. It’s possessive, demanding, and rough. It’s exactly what I need.
He finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. We’re both breathless and he moves his hands into my hair, gripping it hard. “You are fucking beautiful, Harper. Your body is sexy as hell. When I see you, with or without clothes, I’m so turned on. The need to feel your wet pussy wrapped around me is making me lose my fucking mind. It’s part of my problem, babe. I need you,” he breathes out.
I squeeze my eyes tighter to prevent the tears from falling. “It’s part of my problem, too.”
He moves his head back slightly; the look of surprise makes me giggle. “You’re ready?”
I push up on my toes and kiss him quickly. “I’m ready, baby.”
13
Zane
I just about come when she tells me she’s ready. I waste no time, lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. I grab her panties and rip them in half, tossing the pieces onto the floor. She lets her legs drop open. I move between her legs, pushing them wider. My eyes are fixed on her wet pussy, that is begging to be touched. It’s been so long I feel like this can’t be fucking real. I refuse to waste any more time and I bu
ry my face in her pussy. She’s moaning and squirming under me, making it that much more intense. When I lick her, I groan with pleasure. She tastes even better than I remember. I lose control. I’m licking, biting, and sucking on her. I’m a starved man and she is my meal to feast on. I bite down on her clit and she rubs herself against my face. Fuck it’s hot.
“Oh Zane,” she moans.
This isn’t going to last long, I know that. But I don’t fucking care. I’m going to show her how perfect she is and make her feel the pleasure she’s been denying us both. I slam two fingers into her tight heat as my mouth continues to suck on her. She’s crying out in pleasure, her hands on my head holding me in place. I moan against her and she begins to fuck my fingers. The faster I move them, the faster she moves. I peek up and see her pinching her nipples through her bra. Her head is over to the side, pure ecstasy on her face. Her back is arching as she continues to fuck my fingers. She’s close, I can feel it, so I suck on her clit and curl my fingers inside her.
“Fuck,” she screams.
I bite her bundle this time and she shouts as her orgasm takes over. I remove my fingers, sucking them clean as I climb up her body. I kick off my boxers as I stare down at her gorgeous face.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say, crashing my lips to her. She greedily kisses me back, tasting herself. I break the kiss and smile down at her as I drag my dick through her wetness. Her eyes are half closed as she’s still feeling the effects of her orgasm. “I want to worship your tits. Lick them, suck them, bite them. I’m gonna take off your bra, alright?”
She nods as she drags her teeth on her bottom lip. I reach behind her and remove her bra, dropping it off the bed. Her scar looks so good since I last was allowed to see it. It’s healed perfectly, just still pink. She grabs my forearms and I look at her.
“Don’t make this about the scar,” she pleads.
I bite down on her breast and she moans. “This has nothing to do with your scar. This is me memorizing every detail of you to memory. You’re incredible, babe.”
I don’t say anything else. I worship her tits like I said I would. Her nipples are hard and as I bite one, I pinch the other. She moans under me and I lose it when she lifts her hips, wanting me inside of her. I don’t make her wait; I pull back and slam my cock in her greedy pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head dropping back. It’s fucking heaven. Her tightness holds me in place while I gain control of my body.
It’s not slow and sweet, that’s what we did last time. No, this is hard and fast. Exactly how I need it. I am pounding her pussy, showing her, it belongs to me. I grab her tits, squeezing and twisting her nipples between my fingers. My body is in desperate need. All the fear, all the anger, all the frustration leaving my body every time I slam into her. Her eyes are closed, so I release her tits and grab ahold of her hair.
“Look at me,” I demand. She complies, her heated eyes hitting mine. “You are mine, Harper. You will always be mine.”