"Yes, baby girl, it will happen again soon," he whispers between kisses, playing with my nipples, making circles with his tongue around them, and then biting them with his teeth a little. "And then it will happen again and again, and so on ad infinitum."
A thought flashes through my head, wondering what exactly he meant by saying to infinity. Is he talking about tonight, or is he referring to the rest of our lives?
"And that's why we have to put you in a more comfortable position," he continues, interrupting my thoughts, and lifts me up with his arms only to put me on the bed on my back, arranging himself on top this time.
"That's not fair," I murmur with a smile. "You're still fully dressed while I'm already half-naked."
He chuckles. "Not fair is hearing you moan without being able to come in and help you get what you want the way I want it."
I feel my cheeks start to burn from those words. I can't even imagine how many times he heard me moaning. Was he touching himself each time I did? Was he imagining me stroking his shaft instead of his own hands?
"I want to see you," I insist, biting my lower lip. "Please."
For a couple of seconds, we just stare at each other silently, both completely aroused, impatiently waiting for the continuation.
And then he grabs his sweatshirt and takes it off in one motion, throwing it on the floor and exposing the most athletic body in the entire world.
I've seen Zac almost naked before. He's a swimmer, so we went to his competition with the whole family. When he stepped onto the pedestal to receive his award, I couldn't look away from his abs even for a second, despite how badly I wanted to.
That was the same day I first let myself think about Zac Harden while touching myself. All those weeks before that, despite already living together, I forbade myself to do that, convincing that it's inappropriate to have those kinds of thoughts about my brother.
Except he's not my brother; we didn't even grow up together. You could say that he’s more like a next-door neighbor.
A very sexy neighbor who has the face of a magazine cover model and the body of a Greek god.
"It's my turn now," he asserts huskily with a devious, sly smile on his face and leans lower, stroking my inner thighs with his fingers and then going higher, shoving his hands under my skirt.
When his fingers reach the straps of my panties, he starts taking them off slowly, his gaze not leaving mine for a second, his hands stroking my hips all the way down until finally, he pulls them off.
I'm waiting for him to throw them to where my other clothes are lying, but instead of doing that, he brings them to his nose, closes his eyes, and inhales deeply, filling his lungs with my scent.
I can't believe he just did that, but what I'm not able to accept the most is that it turns me on, and I'm getting even more aroused than I was a second ago.
"So wet, so ready for me," he says when he finally opens his eyes, and instead of throwing my panties to the side, he puts them in his pocket. "I think I'll keep these."
Oh gosh, I can't take it anymore. I want to feel Zac Harden's dick inside my pussy right now!
I start searching for the zipper of my skirt, but Zac leans down and stops me, pushing my hands away.
"Leave it," he commands, looking straight at me. "I've dreamed about coming in you while you were still wearing it."
Yes! I'm so ready for him to come inside me.
But instead of doing it, he lowers his face to my center, raises up my skirt, and leans closer to my clit.
"No, wait! I didn't..." I exclaim, getting on my elbows but stop.
Telling him that I feel uncomfortable because I haven't taken a shower since this morning is embarrassing, so instead I say, "I need to go to the bathroom."
He chuckles in response, grabs my hips with his arms, and sharply pulls them up to himself, so I fall from my elbows onto my back again.
"Be quiet and spread your legs," he commands and presses his face to my mound until I stop protesting.
Chapter Eight
Zac
Kissing Sky is like eating salted caramel ice cream with a strawberry on top: an incredibly inviting flavor that makes me crave more with each taste.