When I don’t speak, Zebb shifts right but I break left. He rushes faster around my island, and I climb over the back of my couch which is only a foot from the stools on the backside of the counter. I’ve hardly gotten both feet on the cushions when Zebb leaps over the back of the furniture as well and captures me around the waist. My couch has an extended end and I squeal as he tackles me to it.
“There she is.” He nips at my ear as he rolls me to my front. His chest covers my back. “My girl is still there.”
Zebb shoves at the sides of his briefs until they slip down his hips. Then he’s tugging me upward so I’m on my knees with my head down on the cushion. He’s behind me. His thick tip at my entrance where I’m ready and willing to take him inside me again.
“You.” He thrusts forward and we both groan as he fills me.
“Are not.” He drags to the edge, hands clutching my hips. My fingers curl into the cushion and brace.
“A pity fuck.” He slams into me and my body jolts forward with the motion.
I cry out but I love it.
“Touch yourself,” he stammers through strained breaths. “Let me feel you again.”
I reach for my clit, swollen and sensitive. Rubbing as he fills me over and over with his thickness, I burst around him. He stills, letting me ride out the orgasm on him. Then he’s pulling free of me and flipping me to my back. He grips my ankles and brings my feet to his shoulder. Leaning forward, my knees bend and buckle. I’m open in a way I’ve never been. Exposed to him. All for him.
He surges into me again and I cry out once more at the fullness. Zebb stares at where he enters me, slipping in and out of me. The sound of friction and sex fills my small living area. Then Zebb stills and pulses inside me.
He leans back to loosen my shins which have been trapped under his arms. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he collapses over me. Then rolls to his side, keeping us attached.
“You weren’t wearing a condom,” I whisper.
“I don’t ever want to let you go,” he says, as if that explains everything. He pushes back some of my hair. “This is the best feeling in the world. This. Us.”
He kisses me soft and short.
“I can be kind of a fruitcake.”
“I like fruit and cake, so I’m not worried.” His smile is soft, tender even as his watches his fingers trace back my hair.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
His gaze drops to my eyes. “You think I’m not?”
“You could break me if you walk away,” I confess, feeling more vulnerable than I’ve ever been.
“And the same would happen if you walked away from me.” Zebb leans forward and kisses my nose. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You can’t promise that.”
Zebb stares at me long and hard and tightens his arms around me.
“It’s called trust, Eva. You give it as a gift. And I take it with appreciation and honor.”
I nod, glancing down at his chest, where my hand covers his heart which is still racing.
“Okay, Zebb.” I’m still frightened but I’ll work on my insecurities with him. It’s my solemn promise to him and myself.
“Speaking of gifts. I have a Christmas present for you.”
“What?” I blink as I look up at him.
“Tam loved the new doll and camping accessories, by the way.”
I tuck my head. I’d brought over a Christmas present on Christmas day, but like a coward, never rang the bell, leaving it instead on their front stoop. The Adventure doll came with doll-size outdoor gear and outerwear for things like hikes, climbing rocks, and a swimsuit. The surprise was intended to go with the camper I’d left behind for her.
Zebb slowly pulls out of me and goes to my kitchen for a towel. He brings it to me, retrieves his boxer briefs and slips to my entryway. I tug a throw blanket on my couch around myself. Returning, he’s wearing his briefs and holding a small rectangular box. We’d stopped at his truck before coming up to my place and his bag was another thing dropped in my entryway in our haste to undress.