He chuckles. “S-so eager.”
“For you, always.”
“Are you s-sure you’re up for it?” He cocks his head toward the lubricant bottle resting on his pillow.
“You’re definitely up for it.” I thrust my hip, and my bare sex meets his hardened cock.
He grins. “I’m alw-ways up for you.” Before I can tease him further, Zane kisses me, his tongue pushing inside my mouth as I grab his hair.
As always, his masculinity surprises me.
Zane is the perfect calm to my overeager personality. I’m shivering in anticipation of what’s to come, and more about how we come tonight, but he’s in no hurry. His kisses trail down to my neck. His tongue follows, leaving behind a wet path over the swell of my breasts, my nipples, and my belly button.
He blows over my sex, and I squirm.
This is effing torture.
“I don’t need…any foreplay, Zane!”
“Fuck.” He groans and his forehead hits my dripping sex. “You…”
A thousand butterflies go crazy in my stomach, making me delirious, but even then, I can’t hold back my giggle knowing I rendered Zane speechless once again.
I look down.
He looks up.
And our eyes meet. Both of us grinning.
Holding our gaze, Zane swipes his tongue over my sex, and it’s my turn to release a throaty moan.
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open, but I do. I want to see everything he’s doing.
Zane grabs the bottle of lubricant and flips the cap open.
My sex clenches when he drips lube between my ass cheeks.
Holy shit! We’re really doing this?
I hold my breath, suddenly feeling nervous, and when I think he’s going to push himself inside me, Zane presses two fingers into my dripping sex.
“Zane…”
“W-we’ll do it my way, Vi. You’ll be as-ss fucked t-tonight, Vi, but by this.” He shows me his pinky finger.
My breath hitches at his crude remark. “I can’t believe…you have a dirty mouth.”
“It’s-s you…pulling out all th-these foreign emotions fr-rom me,” he declares before scissoring his fingers inside me, and I forget everything else except his magical hands. I shiver when Zane’s pinky finger touches my back entrance.
“I c-can’t believe w-we’re doing this. T-tell me you’r-re okay.”
“I’m perfect.” I gasp when his finger nudges past my initial resistance.
The pressure is amazing.
The sting feels good now.
When I clench, Zane releases a thick curse, and soon I’m crying out like a banshee, having one of the biggest orgasms of my life.