Right after his skin comes in contact with the swell of my ass, he moves his hand around to put pressure on my clit.
“Oh, shit!”
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you lose control.”
And that’s what I do. My body shakes as the orgasm rips through me. I’m pretty sure I black out at one point. I am still coming down from my high that I don’t even realize Zach has stripped out of his pants and retrieved a condom from the nightstand until I feel him thrust deep inside me.
“Fuck, Hails, you feel so good. I love being deep inside you.”
And is he ever. Oh my God! Only a few strong thrusts and I feel another orgasm coming on. Oh shit!
“Harder, baby, harder.”
My wish is his command. The grip he has on my hips is almost painful as he plunges deeper and harder into me.
“Mine,” he growls over and over, and he’s right—at this moment, I am his.
I would have agreed to anything he wanted to do with me. The second orgasm rips more violently through me, and I am sure we will get a complaint by the neighbors tomorrow of a noise violation, but I don’t care. I don’t want him to stop…ever. I grip the sheets as my pussy contracts around his cock, bringing on his own orgasm.
“Fuckkkkkk!” he yells as he unloads into the condom.
Holy shit! I collapse on the bed, and Zach collapses on top of me, still inside me. I try to calm my breathing, but I feel as though I just ran a fucking marathon, maybe even two.
Zach gets up to dispose of the condom and comes back before I even move from the same position. He slides into bed next to me, pulling me to him.
We’re both exhausted and sweaty, overtaken by emotion—at least the latter for me as I replay tonight’s events over in my head. What a night—from accepting Chad’s invitation to showing up to the party and seeing him but wanting not to make eye contact. I knew that if I looked at him, I would cave. But the thought of his proclamation and what happened here in the apartment causes my heart to beat faster.
My head rises up and down to the same rhythm as Zach’s chest. I run my fingers up and down his light dusting of chest hair. Shit, I never thought chest hair would turn me on, but on Zach, hell yes it does. His fingers strum up and down my back, in a relaxed state. This may be the most relaxed he has been in over a year. Did I bring him the same sense of calmness that he brought me?
As if he knew my mind was racing, he speaks first. “I meant what I said earlier, Hails. I’m fucking crazy about you. I want you. I want to be with you. I want it all with you. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth.”
I rotate on his chest to face him.
“This is crazy, right? I mean, what you did tonight, singing in front of a crowded college party, that was…” I search for the words to say.
“Big? Bold? Romantic?”
“Asinine?”
His smile quickly fades. Shit, that was supposed to be a joke. I adjust myself quickly, climbing up to straddle his lap. I cup his cheeks as he takes in the view in front of him, my naked body pressed up against his. I’m not even sure when my bra came off. I guess it was like magic.
“Eyes up here, Jacobs.” I laugh as his eyes go from my naked breasts to my eyes. “Okay, asinine is not the word I would use to describe your little performance—unexpected. Definitely romantic, but unexpected. It was perfect.”
His hands roam my sides as I feel his cock start to harden underneath me. I see my man consumed by vulnerability, and at that moment, I realize that this man consumes me in every way.
Do I love Zachary Jacobs? I always have, but now I am questioning, am I in love with Zachary Jacobs? I… I… I am.
He reaches for a condom and puts it on. I lock my eyes with his as he lines himself up with my already wet entrance, and I bite my lip, ready to say what I want to say.
“Zach, I… I…”
But he cuts me off with his mouth on mine. This kiss though is not messy; it is sweet and full of love. When he pulls back, our eyes both open and meet.
“I think I’m in love with you, Haylee Hanks.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“I think I love you too. And I want to be with you.”