I need it again. I need it over and over and over again.
He repeats the process: kissing his way even slower down my neck before running his tongue over my breasts. When he adds a few nips of his teeth, I hiss and buck against him. My nails dig into his sides so hard they’re in danger of leaving marks.
He fumbles with the clasp of my bra, and I fling it across the room when he’s done. He lets out his own collection of curses when I’m finally bared to him. The cool air of the room makes me shiver. My nipples are already hard, every part of me aching for him. He stares at me for a long moment, so long that I gasp with shock when he drops his head and starts running his mouth over every inch of skin he can reach. He kisses and licks and sucks on my breasts, moving in a frenzy like he’s on a countdown and has to make the absolute most of every second. I shudder every time I feel the graze of his teeth, and it doesn’t take him long to figure out how much I like that.
He slows down enough to gently close his teeth over one of my nipples, increasing the pressure until I see stars. I let out a squeal and writhe against him, my hands flying up to tangle themselves in his hair.
“Ah,mon dieu, that feels so good.”
He lifts his head up to look at me, and his eyes are hungrier than I’ve ever seen them before.
“I want you naked.”
Naked.
I want to be naked for Zach. I want it so bad it knocks the wind out of me.
I pull my lip between my teeth and blink once, twice, and then roll onto my back and start tearing the rest of my clothes off like they’re on fire.
When I’m finally spread out on the mattress, totally naked except for my belly button ring, all I can do is watch him take in the sight of every curve and dip and inch of skin. He drags his thumb along his bottom lip, and it’s so fucking sexy that my pussy twitches as I think about those lips between my legs.
My whole body trembles when I see something shift in his expression, a softness settling into all the hard lines of desire. He’s not looking at me like I’m Taverne Toulouse’s fast-talking, pink-haired princess known for dancing on bars and making every night a good time. He’s not looking at me like I’m the life of the party, like I’m a distraction or a joke or the sort of entertainment that’s good for a few rounds.
He’s looking at me like he seesme.
If I was ready to let myself go that far, I’d say he’s looking at me like helovesme.
I shiver again and sit up, wrapping my arms around my knees as my face flushes. I’ve never felt so exposed to someone before, so laid open and bare. It’s like he can see beneath my skin.
“DeeDee...”
He shifts closer and hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my face up so I have to look at him. “You are so, so beautiful.”
He leans in to kiss me soft and slow. I hook my hands behind his neck and let myself fall into the moment. I let his hands reassure me as they roam my body. I let the taste of him block everything else out. The way he touches memakesme feel beautiful. I can’t be anything but precious and treasured when he holds me like this. I let the feeling fuel me, let it make me strong until the hunger sparks to life inside us both once more.
The kiss deepens, his tongue slipping inside my mouth to taste me. My skin burns at every point of contact between us. I need more of that fire. He flips me onto my back and spreads my legs, pausing with a hand on each of my knees. He sucks in a breath as he stares at me. I’m sure he can see how wet I am. I can already feel it.
“Jesus Christ...”
I gasp when he reaches to trail a finger between my legs. His touch is feather-light, but he’s got me so worked up even that makes me twitch. My hands fist the sheets.
“Yes, touch me,” I murmur as I squeeze my eyes shut. “Please, please, please.”
He lowers himself onto his stomach. I twitch again at the feeling of his breath on my bare pussy, but he doesn’t put his mouth on me yet. He keeps teasing me with his finger, pushing in and pulling all the way out in long, slow strokes before trailing his soaked finger up to my clit.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel and fall as he starts to circle the most sensitive part of me. He only gives me a few strokes before he slides two fingers inside me and latches his mouth onto my clit. I gasp again, my back curving in a violent arch as my hands fly from the sheets to his hair. He works me with a slow, steady rhythm that’s got to be some form of torture, barely brushing my clit with his tongue. I can feel myself squeezing around his fingers as I grind against his mouth for more.
He starts pumping into me faster, shaping his tongue into a hard point and increasing the pressure. My moans sound like they’re coming from far away.
I start murmuring his name, chanting it over and over again as every other word in every other language slips away. All I can feel is pressure, everywhere, building and building until I want to scream. It’s so much. I can feel every moment that led to this moment, feel the pleasure and pain and heartache and happiness. Every moment since we met has been leading us here.
This is where I’m meant to be. This is how it’s supposed to happen. I can’t fight it, not now. I have to give in. I have to surrender. It’s so,somuch.
“Zach, Zach, Zach, I...I...”
Everything goes black. I throw my head back, and I think I’m crying out his name, but I can’t hear or see a thing. It’s like I’m outside my own body. I’m gone, flying far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before as every muscle I have tenses up and then finally, finally releases.
The pleasure rolls through me in waves, each one bringing me a little farther down. I can hear myself breathing now, gasping like someone who’s just been pulled back from the brink of drowning. I drop my hands from Zach’s hair and lay completely still for a few moments.
