I shut him up with a kiss.
When I pull away, I’m smiling. “You waited for me.”
“I did,” he agrees, his hands moving to my hips. “Maybe I didn’t consciously know about you, but a part of me realized that other women couldn’t add up to the woman in my head. A woman I now realize is…you.”
The warmth in his eyes is a blazing beacon that calls to my soul.
“I think… I think I love you,” I confess in a rush, my heart damn near close to bursting.
Zaid’s eyes light up, and a breathtaking smile overtakes his face. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. “I think I love you too.”
He flips us then, so I’m underneath him and the length of his body is overtop of mine. He uses one hand to grab the base of his cock and line it up with my entrance.
“Is this okay?” he asks hesitantly, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing dick.
“Fuck me, Zaid,” I plead.
He bites down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he pushes inside of me.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” he whispers, his cock twitching inside of me. But my sweet wraith cares more about my pleasure and comfort than his. Instead of moving his hips, he pauses, his fingers digging into my waist. “Is this okay?”
I nod again.
Zaid begins to move his hips—slowly at first, like he’s gauging my reaction—and then faster. Harder. Each thrust hits that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.
“Yes, Zaid.Yes.”
Zaid uses one hand to grab both of my wrists and pin them above my head, forcing my breasts into the air and closer to his face. He wastes no time licking and sucking at my nipples.
His pace increases, and dark spots speckle my vision as I feel my orgasm approach.
And when his free hand lowers between our bodies to strum my clit? I detonate.
I come with a scream, but Zaid doesn’t let up, continually flicking my clit to extend my orgasm and steal my breath away.
It isn’t long until he comes as well, thrusting deep inside of me—so deep that my vision tinges red and gold—and roaring his release. He grabs my tit in a punishing grip, holding on for dear life.
He collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily, then shifts us so I’m nestled on his chest with his arm coiled around my waist.
For a moment, we lie in silence, and love for him coils through me. I absently trace patterns on his chest as I struggle to find my breath again.
“So…do you think the others know what we were up to?” I ask lightly.
His husky chuckle causes me to vibrate. “I think they may have an idea or two.”
“And they didn’t want to join in?” I ask, only halfway teasing. A quarter teasing.
Zaid freezes underneath me, and his gaze sharpens on my face. “Is that something you’d be interested in?”
I don’t blush often, but right now, heat seeps into my cheeks and crawls down my neck.
“I mean, as you know from before, I wouldn’t be opposed…”
I half expect the door connecting the two rooms to burst open and the men to file inside. After all, I know Everett can hear just about everything we’re saying with his enhanced hearing.
Then again, maybe he doesn’t want his first time with me to be in a group. Maybe he’s waiting until we’re alone.
A flush spreads through me once more—but this time for an entirely different reason.
