He simply nods. I wait for him to share his truth, but he only glances at me. My heart crushes when he doesn’t even make an attempt to say what’s in his heart.
We hold each other’s gaze for a while. Me in anticipation, hoping he’ll say something. But I don’t know what he’s seeing on my face. When the silence becomes too much to bear, I rise on my knees and kiss his soft lips. Luckily, Tassels has jumped out of Zane’s lap and is now on the floor chewing on his toy.
My hands go around Zane’s neck. My knees rest on either side of his strong legs on the couch as I straddle him.
Our breathing gets heavier by the minute, and sweat gathers over my forehead, my lips. Wetness pools around my sex as Zane’s cock presses against me. I can’t hold back my gasp at the feel of him.
Huge and hard.
My back arches slowly, and I rub against him. His faint groans, which deepen every second, call to something deep inside me.
His hand slides torturously slow down to my side and grips my left hip. Zane controls my movements and gently grinds me against him. The feel of his hand, his cock, his breath on my neck is incredible. With every time we have sex, the initial hint of hesitation in Zane’s touch chips away.
He shifts, taking me with him, and I feel his erection digging between my ass cheeks. Suddenly, the emotions that have surrounded me for days now want an escape.
“I want to do number eight on my list,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, and I suddenly feel a wanton mix of lust and shyness.
Zane’s mouth halts against my neck, and he pulls back. Looking into my eyes, it seems to take him a while to realize what I’m asking.
“Vienna. Wh-what are you s-saying?” And the shocked, stunned expression on his face somehow makes me laugh.
I don’t even remember when I laughed last this week. “Don’t tell me you haven’t fantasied about taking my ass since you read it on my list.”
Zane grins, and even if he doesn’t admit it in words, his jerky cock confirms my statement.
“You like to c-catch me off guard,” he says and gets up, taking me with him.
“What are you…? Where are we going? I want to check off number eight.”
His legs shake, and there’s a jerk in his movements. “You’ll be th-the death of me.”
I can feel his jaw clenching before he straightens and marches toward his bedroom.
“No, I’d like to have—”
My words stop in my mouth when he throws me on the bed. For the first time, I see a side of him that is uncontrolled and restless.
“Yeah, I g-got it. You’d like t-to have anal s-sex.”
I nod, suddenly feeling shy as we’re facing each other.
“Unless you ar-ren’t an ass virgin like I th-think you are, we cannot do th-that without this.” He opens his nightstand drawer and throws over the sex pouch his sisters gifted us on our wedding night. Zane takes out the blue lubricant bottle.
“How did this get in here?” I motion toward his nightstand.
“As-s you pointed out, I have th-thought about it.”
“So have you done this before?” My lips curl, and Zane’s eyes widen before he flops down on the bed next to me.
“God, Vi. Wh-when we were walking home from Zander’s tonight, I th-thought I might not even get a chance to s-say goodnight to you. You’ve been off s-since…the surgery. And now, you’re lying on my b-bed, licking your lips as if you can’t w-wait to r-rip off my clothes, and d-demanding—”
“Demanding?” I squeak, arching an eyebrow. “So, you don’t want it?”
“I w-want everything.” Before I can press him to tell me what that entails, Zane straightens up and says, “T-to answer your question, no, I haven’t d-done this before. But let’s change th-that for the both of us.”
Zane pulls my legs, and in one swipe, he has my shoes and jeans thrown onto the floor. I waste no time in helping him as I pull off my sweater.
He lands on top of me after taking off his clothes, and I quickly throw away my bra.