Chapter Fourteen
Laura
“Zane, Oh … My … God! Zane!”I fall back on the bed, quivering with joy. My back arches. My hands grip the sheet. I lift my head and look between my legs.
Zane’s insanely blue eyes peer at me, enjoying my response, knowing that he is eating my sweet morsel perfectly.
He inserts two fingers inside and calls my orgasm. My head rolls back with my eyes as my smile draws up to form the all telling “O” and just before my sweet morsel bursts with flavor, his thumb edges my rim. For a moment the world stands still, then my ecstasy explodes, and I whimper like a … babygirl.
Collapsing, I sprawl unable to move a muscle, satisfied for the first time in my life. My God. What I have been missing!
Zane crawls up my body placing little nipping kisses on my skin as he approaches my tits. He pushes them together, settles in, and begins devouring these sweet morsels too.
It isn’t long before I’m begging him for more.
“Zane. Please. Fuck me, now!”
My hands find their way to the sides of his face and try to push him off my sensitive nipples. The tickling is overwhelming my mind and making my pussy ache with a deep need to be filled.
He chuckles, closes his mouth, buries his face inside my cleavage, and shakes his head, scratching my skin and the tips of my nipples with his rough scruff. The pleasure is so painful, it makes me moan like a whore.
“Zane, fill me full with that big, beautiful, cock of yours. I need you to fuck me.” I buck under his body weight, but his muscles are so massive, he doesn’t budge. He just keeps torturing me until I am screaming with need.
Then finally, he pushes up on to his forearms, slides his hard body over mine, and kisses the ever loving fuck out of my mouth, totally owning it, and making sure, I know I’m his.
Then he lets me go and asks, “Where’s the lube?”
I point out the bedroom door. “Under the Christmas tree.”
He leaves the bed, and I raise up on my elbow to watch the most beautiful naked man I have ever seen, retreating. His arms are cut with deep shadows from his big, bulging biceps and triceps, and his chest sags with his huge pecs.
When he stands, his eight pack abs and his deep “V” compliment the cock that is the main attraction. The man’s toy is gorgeous. It’s big, long, and thick, with a heavy ridge-lined head, and protruding veins. A dildo can’t hold a candle to that cock.
When he turns around to go get the lube, this view is just as beautiful. His back is broad and tapers to a tiny waist that is hidden by his uniform with the vest, tactical gear, and gun that sits on his hips. His muscles ripple as his arms swing with his confident gait. His ass is toned perfection. His legs are thick, strong, and athletic. Power oozes from him.
When his perfection walks out of sight, I throw my arms up over my head and silently cheer my luck. Then I fall back on the bed, horny and happy.
He returns carrying the Christmas packages, and I again marvel at the beauty of his naked body, and in particularly, his cock. He drops them on the bed and says, “Which one?”
I point to it, and he tosses me the other gift. “Open it and put it on.”
“You act like you know what’s inside.” I smirk as I take the present and pull the ribbon, untying the bow, so I can open the box.
He says, “I know it’s from Agent Provocateur and I want to fuck you in whatever you bought yourself.”
I grin and lift the top off the box. Then pull out the baby pink leather choker and wrist cuffs. The surprised smile that spreads over his face that changes into desire assures me this Christmas is going to be magical.
He pushes the bow off the other box and lifts the lid. Inside are two items that makes his smile break his face. “Oh, babygirl! I’m stoked by this present!”
I laugh at his response. “Every man’s dream.”
“Come here, and let me collar and cuff you.”
I kneel with my gift and crawl over to him. He takes the collar and unbuckles it, then slips it around my neck and latches it. “Is it good? Not too tight?”
I rotate my head as he sticks his finger inside to make sure there is plenty of room.
“It feels sexy.” I tell him.
