The only sounds Zack made as he quickly undressed her were ones of stunning affirmation. A smile when he finally got to lick her nipple. A sweet chuckle when he was blinded by the hot pink of her underwear. And every time he uncovered a new patch of skin, he kissed it until it lit up in undying fire.
I’m this close to losing my senses and asking him to fuck me.
Instead, Zack shot her a passionate look when his tongue traveled up her slit.
“Ah!” Rachel’s thighs clamped around his face. “A little warning! I’m sensitive!”
“You’re making me very, very sensitive too.” He came back up, arms straight and toned on either side of her. The way his tanned chest loomed over her body was enough to make her rip off her panties and scream at him to take her now. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
“I’ve got a few ideas!”
“How about this one?” With a cheeky smile big enough to rule the world, Zack slipped his fingers down the front of her underwear and teased her sensitive skin. Rachel instantly melted beneath him. “If I don’t get to find out how you feel the other way, at least let me have this.”
“You really wanna know?”
“I’m an artist. I’m a tactile kind of guy. Me and the rest of my sex-starved mortal form definitely wants to know what your pussy feels like.”
Giggling, Rachel opened her legs wider, the cotton of her underwear pulling against her skin. “What’s stopping you?”
“Absolutely nothing right now.” One thick finger lightly tested her opening before plunging inside. Rachel’s back arched as a gasp slipped past her lips. “Holy shit.”
“Like what you feel?” She landed with another gasp, the lump of her ponytail digging into the back of her scalp.
“I like what I feel, see, and taste.”
“You’re not tasting anything right now.”
His finger wiggled inside of her. Rachel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She had completely underestimated Zack’s sexual prowess. He found the edge of her G-spot in five seconds.
“Fuck!”
“That’s right. That’s what I like to hear.” Zack lowered his head to her breasts, tongue teasing her nipple. “Tell me again that I’m not tasting anything.”
“Oh my God!” It was almost too much. The mouth on her nipple, the finger deep, deep inside of her…
Two fingers vying for attention! The monster!
Rachel almost forgot who she was with, let alone where they were as Zack upped the speed and intensity with every passing second. This is what I’m talking about… this alone is better than the past two guys I’ve been with put together! What was funny was that Rachel didn’t usually compare her male lovers like this. Some were better at this. Some were better at that. A guy with a big dick may be more pain than pleasure. A guy with a smaller dick knew how to rock her world with it. Maybe this one was absolute trash at oral while another was a godly king.
So far, Zack was the king of fingering her G-spot and making her gush all over his hand.
“Sorry!” That was the first word out of her mouth once the sensation died.
“For what?” With one nipple as hard as it could get, Zack moved on to the other one.
He didn’t care? That last guy Rachel had been with lost his shit when he found out how wet she got! What did he want from me?
No. She needed to stop thinking about him. About the guy from college. About all the guys in between. It actually wasn’t that high of an amount, but she needed to stay away from those thoughts. They were toxic. Being with Zack was supposed to be life-changing.
Or so she told the back of her mind. She wouldn’t put that pressure on him. They weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. They were two friends having casual, sexy fun.
Then again, a week ago, they had only been friends…
Too late to start thinking about that shit. Rachel was coming. Fast.
Her back arched until her only choice was to grab Zack’s head and entangle her legs around his waist. He wasn’t going to get away from her. Not until the job was done!
“Holy mother of…” he muttered into her cleavage. That’s right. You’re not getting out of there either! “I can’t feel my fingers.”
He wouldn’t be able to feel his face when Rachel was done kissing it after she finished coming!
Zack took the hint. With her mouth still plastered on his and her tongue divebombing down his throat, he yanked his pants off until all he had was that giant erection trying to break free of his black boxer shorts. Let me at it. I’ll make short work of that…
Zack had other plans. He shoved Rachel back down, clamping his hands around her wrists and pinning them above her head. “Do you trust me?” he growled.
She nodded. It didn’t occur to her that she might regret it. Other men made her quickly regret saying that she trusted them.
“Good. Trust me. I’m not going to cross your boundary, okay?”
Rachel had stopped nodding, but the word of affirmation falling from her lips egged Zack on anyway.
He pulled his cock out of his boxers, its weight bringing it down to her bare stomach. Oh my God… it feels even heftier than the other day. When Rachel had it in her hand and mouth, she had marveled over how big it grew, let alone right before it…
But she had been in control of that moment. This was Zack’s moment. He had her pinned and his cock out. The only thing separating him from her was a wet piece of cloth wrapped around her pelvis. He’s not gonna… no, no, I have to trust him…
“Relax, Rachel.” His soothing voice was laced in sexual frustration. All he wants to do is fuck me. Can’t say I blame him, but… that’s some serious restraint going on. “I need a bone thrown to me.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
Rachel nodded. “Do it.”
He kissed her, hand wandering down her chest and grabbing both of her breasts before going back to his cock.
“I could…”
“Nope. Maybe later.”
“Okay.”
“Relax.” He continued to stroke his shaft while speaking to her with that grunt in his throat. “You need to relax, because I wanna make you come again.”
In that case…
Rachel whimpered when the weight of his cock landed between her legs. Her whole body – all right, mostly her pussy – begged her to beg him to fuck her. She was crazy enough in lust to not even give a fuck about a condom when a man this hot and talented offered to bring her pleasure. Don’t do it. You’ve got to prove to yourself that you can deal with this. Besides, a part of her was curious to see how Zack was going to fuck her without penetration.
It was a good thing she wore cotton underwear. Lace would have torn apart the moment he began to hump her.
“Oh, God,” he said, eyes closed and attention still absorbed into everything Rachel did and offered. “That is a seriously warm pussy.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Both!”
Rachel held back laughter, unleashing her energy through how she gripped his rigid arms – and humping him back. His cock slipped up and down her underwear, his wet, precum-laden tip touching her abdomen with every hard thrust. Rachel hadn’t broken her vow. She more than likely would never get pregnant from this. But they were definitely, definitely having sex.
She was tempted to bring him down for a kiss that would ride through their thrusts. But it was more enthralling to watch this man give himself completely over to the pleasure he had wanted to share with her since the moment they met.
And he was right. She was going to come again from the friction – and the sight of what he did – alone.
“That’s right,” he said, speeding up until her flimsy headboard slammed against her wall. “Come for me.”
Her nails dug into his biceps and her silent scream of pleasure echoed between the four walls of her studio apartment.
“Ah, fuck!” Liquid heat touched her abdomen. Zack stopped thrusting to grab his cock and jerk the last of his climax out.
I did tell him nowhere on the pelvis or on the face. Her abdomen and the tips of her breasts were both fair game, she supposed.
Not to mention it was pretty damn hot.
“Lord!” Zack collapsed next to her, fighting for more breath than Rachel. “That was the most sinful thing I have ever done. I’ve gotta repent.”
“You do that.” Rachel wiped the sweat off her brow. On accident, she pushed some of that sweat right up into her hair. “Because I ain’t feeling no shame at all.”
“You shouldn’t. Because you’re amazing.”
“I’m amazing?” Rachel guffawed. “I’m not the one who managed to hold back all this cum for however long that was.”
“Let me tell you, it was a real struggle. Didn’t think I was going to make it.” He glanced over at her. “That’s a good look on you, by the way.”
“I’m sure it is.” Rachel tried not to think about how it felt now that the sex obsession was dying down. She was afraid to turn over. The last thing she wanted to do was spend the money in the laundry room downstairs to clean Zack’s semen off her bedspread. Bad enough she was going to have to fix it later! “Not as good as how this pink looks on your cock, though.”