“Stay right here.”
“Where are you going?”
“I need to get a condom.”
I almost smack my own forehead. “Right. Of course. How silly of me.”
Zane kisses the corner of my mouth. “Be patient. I’ll be back in a sec.”
I almost follow him when he leaves, suddenly missing the comforting press of his weight and his warmth. He disappears into the bedroom for a moment, but he returns just as promised with a rubber already on.
“Get comfy, darling,” he says as he joins me on the couch.
I do so, circling his neck so there isn’t an inch of space between us. I part my legs for him, eagerly rolling my hips against his own with a contented sigh.
“I’ll ask you once more,” he says. “Are you sure you’re alright with this? We can stop at any time.”
I press a tender kiss to his lips. “All my life, I’ve never had a choice,” I tell him. “I’m telling you now,thisis my choice. I want this, Zane. I want this more than anything.”
He kisses me back, an almost possessive growl escaping his throat. “This might hurt a little bit, but only for a moment.”
I wrap my legs around him. “I can take it.”
“I know you can, darling.”
The blunt tip of his cock presses against my entrance. Zane’s movements are controlled and steady as he slowly slides into me. The burn of the stretch is far more prominent than with his fingers, but I’m so wet and relaxed that my walls part for him easily. I gasp as he buries his cock deep inside me, so full I feel like I’m going to burst.
I half-laugh, half-moan. “Yes. Yes, just like that.”
“You’re alright?”
“I need more.” I curl my fingers in his hair. “Please, I needmore.”
He rolls his hips against me, pressing in before pulling out. His thrusts start gentle and slow, but as we adjust to the feel of each other’s bodies, his cadence picks up into something wild and desperate. We breathe each other in between deep kisses, grasping at one another like we’re each other’s anchors to reality.
We’re all things sweat and sex and heat. We move together like it’s a dance. Everywhere Zane leads, I happily follow. The couch creaks and groans beneath us in protest, but we don’t stop. We can’t. Not until we find pleasure together.
The head of his cock sweeps over my sweet spot again and again. I may be inexperienced, but I can tell this is a different kind of climax waiting for me on the horizon. This is something soul-shattering, bone shaking, an experience of a lifetime.
When I come undone, it’s with a frantic, breathy shout. I don’t know which way is up and which way is down. As long as Zane holds onto me, I know I’ll be able to ride it out.
“That’s it,” he grunts against me with every thrust. “Fuck, so nice and tight.”
“Z-Zane!”
“That’s my girl. Come on, baby, take it.”
I’m amazed when I come again, my walls clenching around his shaft as he pistons in and out of me. I lose myself in the sensations, in the sounds. Zane’s voice is naturally sexy, but I’m on a whole other level of divinity when he moans loudly in my ear.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he finishes inside me.
We lie together for goodness knows how long, our breathing and beating hearts in sync. Exhaustion quickly grips me, pulling my eyelids shut as a fuzziness floods my veins. I didn’t know it, but this was exactly what I needed. This catharsis, this chance to open up and simplytrust. I can’t even begin to describe this connection I feel to him.
When I’m with Zane, I feel whole.
Complete.
I’m interrupted from my thoughts when my stomach suddenly grumbles.