"Not this time, baby," I say, and she looks up at me again, this time even more surprised. "This night is all about you."
I lean to kiss her, but she protests. "But what about you? Don't you want...me?"
I chuckle at how ridiculous that sounds. I am more aroused now than I've ever been. I want to stick my dick into her hole so much that I almost can't breathe.
But I can't, not today.
"You're upset, baby," I explain, pushing her hair away from her face, exposing it for me. "I’m not going to take advantage of your situation to please myself."
"But you're still...hard," she continues to protest, looking down at my cock, which is trying to get free from my pants.
"Sometimes a man has to sacrifice his own desires to make a woman happy," I say, stroking her belly with my thumb.
She keeps quiet, and I can see clearly that something bothers her.
Does she still think that I cannot possibly be attracted to her?
"Isn't it explained in your novels?" I ask, and she looks up at me again.
"How do you..." she begins, her eyes enormous with fear.
"I have a key, remember?" I smile slyly in response. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, baby. You have no idea how many times I've imagined you reading them and touching yourself."
"You did?" she asks, surprised, her big blue eyes sparkling with interest.
"You bet I did." I nod, smiling in delight, enjoying her increasing arousal from those words, "and you need to know that I was touching myself every single time I heard your moaning. Each time I imagined that it was my hand touching you, and you moaned because of me."
Chapter Seven
Sky
I imagined that it was my hand touching you, and you moaned because of me...
Did he really just say that? Or is this only a part of my imagination?
I probably fell asleep while reading one of my books, and now I'm dreaming about Zac touching me.
He takes off my blouse over my head and throws it away on the padded stool next to the bed, leaving me in lingerie and a skirt.
He puts his palms on my belly, stroking it with his thumbs, and for a couple of seconds, he simply stares at me, from my neck to my collarbones, and then his gaze travels down to my breasts, and he licks his lips in anticipation.
Although I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life, this simple look awakens a strong desire between my legs again.
"I've imagined doing this so many times I can't even count." He takes one of the straps of my bra between his fingers and pulls down slowly, exposing my breast inch by inch. "But the reality exceeds all of my wildest dreams."
He leans his face down, kissing my collarbone, and continues pulling the strap until my nipple is free.
And then he presses his soft wet lips on it and sucks me into his mouth.
I moan, arching my back, and squeeze my hips involuntarily from the heat and pulsation spreading across my center.
Zac takes off my bra and throws it to where my blouse is. My breasts spring free, with my nipples so hard that I could probably cut glass with them if needed.
He takes both of my breasts in his palms, makes a couple of massaging circles, and then brings them closer to each other to put both of my nipples in his mouth, sucking them even harder this time.
"Oh my gosh, Zac," I cry out, leaning on his shoulders so as not to fall. "This is happening again."
I mean that I'm coming again, just from his touch, without even his fingers in my hole, without rubbing my clit over his dick.