“Tired?” I ask softly from my perch in his bed.
“Yeah,” he says as he walks into the master bath. I turn on my side and watch him as he gets undressed, carelessly throwing his clothes on the floor. I’ll be picking those up later. He walks out of the bathroom, turns off the light behind him, and comes toward me, gloriously naked and unabashed to be so.
When he reaches the bed, he looks down at me and asks, “Got any clothes on under there?”
“See for yourself.”
Zack’s tired eyes flash hot and the corners of his mouth lift up in a half smile. “Are you challenging me?”
I bring my hand up to cover my mouth and gasp in mock astonishment. “I’d never do such a thing.”
Zack doesn’t respond, but merely takes a hold of the blanket that is covering me and peels it back. His eyes roam over my body, back and forth, as he takes his time with just the visual for now.
“Missed that body,” he murmurs.
My heart purrs like a kitten from the effects of his sweet words and I start to fidget under his bold perusal.
A quick flick of my eyes to the right, and I see Zack’s erection standing out stiffly from his body. So damn beautiful. Long, thick…very hard. Very ready.
“What are you waiting for?” I whisper to him, and his eyes drag up my body until they connect with mine.
He smiles at me deviously for just a moment before turning toward the nightstand beside him. He opens it, grabs a condom out from his stash, and says, “It’s our last night where we can be as noisy as we want. Trying to figure out what’s going to make you scream the loudest.”
My eyes flutter closed and a soft moan floats out of my mouth. I hear Zack open the condom and I imagine what he must look like right now as he rolls it on, but I open my eyes only when I feel Zack’s hand curve behind my neck and his mouth closing over mine. He kisses me hard and with swift surety, his tongue rolling over mine with possession. It’s one of the reasons why my heart is all tangled up…because of the way Zack kisses. Like I’m the only woman he’s ever kissed, even though I know that’s not true.
He lifts his lips from mine and pulls me up out of bed by his grip on the back of my neck. He pulls me right onto my feet in front of him and wraps an arm around my back to drag me in to his body. He kisses me again. Long and deep, his hard length pressed between our bodies and pulsing with excitement.
“Missed this so much,” Zack mutters against my lips, and his admission causes me to shiver in delight. He’s a man of few words, so when he does say something like that, it affects me deeply.
My arms snake up and around his neck. I whisper back to him, “Me too.”
God, I missed this…him…the Zack that has opened up to me while we’ve been wrapped in our cocoon.
His kisses become more demanding and his hand drops down between my legs. On the first swipe of his finger between my wet folds, Zack groans with approval and kisses me harder yet.
I drop one hand down and wrap it around Zack’s dick, which is warm and oh, so hard against my palm. I start to stroke him lightly, wishing he hadn’t put the condom on yet so I could rub my finger over the tip and grab the moisture that I know is leaking out of him.
He responds by slipping a finger inside of me, pumping it a few times, and then adding a second. My hips circle and grind down against his hand, all while stroking him with more urgency.
“Fuck, Kate,” Zack rasps out, and tries to draw his hips back from me. “That feels a little too good.”
I squeeze him hard and with a husky laugh tell him, “There is no such thing as feeling too good.”
“That’s the damn truth,” Zack grits out as he surrenders to my touch and his hips start thrusting against my hand again
Our breathing becomes labored as we kiss and grope and fondle each other. Finally, Zack tears himself away from me and spins me around in his arms, which immediately lock around my waist and pull me back against him. His erection presses in warmly against my back.
With his lips against my ear and in a rumbling voice he says, “Going to bend you over and fuck you from behind now.
Yes, please.
And Zack does exactly that.”
He releases his hold on me and places one of his hands in the middle of my back. He pushes on me gently so that I bend toward the edge of the bed.
“Put your hands on the mattress, baby,” Zack growls at me. “Support yourself that way.”
Oh, how I love it when he calls me baby. It’s an endearment. It must mean he cares for me.
My palms hit the mattress and I lock my elbows tight. I know this is going to be a bit rough, but I’ve come to learn over the last several days that is something that I enjoy from Zack. His frenzied and out-of-control motions, which show me just how much I mean to him.
Yes, he shows me with action, which will have to suffice since that’s all he’s really capable of.
Zack’s large hands come to my hips and he pulls me back toward him a little bit. “Spread your legs for me, Kate.”
I immediately spread my legs for him.
“Mmmmm,” Zack groans as he strokes one of his hands from my hip to my ass and then down between my legs. “You look amazing from where I’m standing. Fucking perfect, actually.”
God, the man gets an A+ in sexy talk.
Zack’s fingers rub between my legs from behind, testing out my wetness and making me ache.
“Zack…please…” I beg him.
“Tell me what you need,” he commands me.
“Yeah,” he says as he walks into the master bath. I turn on my side and watch him as he gets undressed, carelessly throwing his clothes on the floor. I’ll be picking those up later. He walks out of the bathroom, turns off the light behind him, and comes toward me, gloriously naked and unabashed to be so.
When he reaches the bed, he looks down at me and asks, “Got any clothes on under there?”
“See for yourself.”
Zack’s tired eyes flash hot and the corners of his mouth lift up in a half smile. “Are you challenging me?”
I bring my hand up to cover my mouth and gasp in mock astonishment. “I’d never do such a thing.”
Zack doesn’t respond, but merely takes a hold of the blanket that is covering me and peels it back. His eyes roam over my body, back and forth, as he takes his time with just the visual for now.
“Missed that body,” he murmurs.
My heart purrs like a kitten from the effects of his sweet words and I start to fidget under his bold perusal.
A quick flick of my eyes to the right, and I see Zack’s erection standing out stiffly from his body. So damn beautiful. Long, thick…very hard. Very ready.
“What are you waiting for?” I whisper to him, and his eyes drag up my body until they connect with mine.
He smiles at me deviously for just a moment before turning toward the nightstand beside him. He opens it, grabs a condom out from his stash, and says, “It’s our last night where we can be as noisy as we want. Trying to figure out what’s going to make you scream the loudest.”
My eyes flutter closed and a soft moan floats out of my mouth. I hear Zack open the condom and I imagine what he must look like right now as he rolls it on, but I open my eyes only when I feel Zack’s hand curve behind my neck and his mouth closing over mine. He kisses me hard and with swift surety, his tongue rolling over mine with possession. It’s one of the reasons why my heart is all tangled up…because of the way Zack kisses. Like I’m the only woman he’s ever kissed, even though I know that’s not true.
He lifts his lips from mine and pulls me up out of bed by his grip on the back of my neck. He pulls me right onto my feet in front of him and wraps an arm around my back to drag me in to his body. He kisses me again. Long and deep, his hard length pressed between our bodies and pulsing with excitement.
“Missed this so much,” Zack mutters against my lips, and his admission causes me to shiver in delight. He’s a man of few words, so when he does say something like that, it affects me deeply.
My arms snake up and around his neck. I whisper back to him, “Me too.”
God, I missed this…him…the Zack that has opened up to me while we’ve been wrapped in our cocoon.
His kisses become more demanding and his hand drops down between my legs. On the first swipe of his finger between my wet folds, Zack groans with approval and kisses me harder yet.
I drop one hand down and wrap it around Zack’s dick, which is warm and oh, so hard against my palm. I start to stroke him lightly, wishing he hadn’t put the condom on yet so I could rub my finger over the tip and grab the moisture that I know is leaking out of him.
He responds by slipping a finger inside of me, pumping it a few times, and then adding a second. My hips circle and grind down against his hand, all while stroking him with more urgency.
“Fuck, Kate,” Zack rasps out, and tries to draw his hips back from me. “That feels a little too good.”
I squeeze him hard and with a husky laugh tell him, “There is no such thing as feeling too good.”
“That’s the damn truth,” Zack grits out as he surrenders to my touch and his hips start thrusting against my hand again
Our breathing becomes labored as we kiss and grope and fondle each other. Finally, Zack tears himself away from me and spins me around in his arms, which immediately lock around my waist and pull me back against him. His erection presses in warmly against my back.
With his lips against my ear and in a rumbling voice he says, “Going to bend you over and fuck you from behind now.
Yes, please.
And Zack does exactly that.”
He releases his hold on me and places one of his hands in the middle of my back. He pushes on me gently so that I bend toward the edge of the bed.
“Put your hands on the mattress, baby,” Zack growls at me. “Support yourself that way.”
Oh, how I love it when he calls me baby. It’s an endearment. It must mean he cares for me.
My palms hit the mattress and I lock my elbows tight. I know this is going to be a bit rough, but I’ve come to learn over the last several days that is something that I enjoy from Zack. His frenzied and out-of-control motions, which show me just how much I mean to him.
Yes, he shows me with action, which will have to suffice since that’s all he’s really capable of.
Zack’s large hands come to my hips and he pulls me back toward him a little bit. “Spread your legs for me, Kate.”
I immediately spread my legs for him.
“Mmmmm,” Zack groans as he strokes one of his hands from my hip to my ass and then down between my legs. “You look amazing from where I’m standing. Fucking perfect, actually.”
God, the man gets an A+ in sexy talk.
Zack’s fingers rub between my legs from behind, testing out my wetness and making me ache.
“Zack…please…” I beg him.
“Tell me what you need,” he commands me.
