in his muscles. My confidence grows when his breathing increases, knowing I’m the one eliciting this response from him.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper and lean in to kiss his chest.
“And you’re perfect for me,” he says when he lowers his mouth to mine again. His hands return to my waist and begin to remove my shirt just as slowly as I did to him.
Once it is fully removed I am panting for him to be closer to me again, “Zack, you’re going to have to lay me down before my legs give out if you’re going to continue torturing me.”
“My pleasure.” His hands on my hips, he slowly lifts me onto his bed and follows me as we align our bodies together on his massive bed. Resting his forearms next to my head to keep the full weight of his body from crushing me his eyes fall to mine before resting his forehead on mine.
“Are you sure, Nic?”
I nod. “Please…show me…” I can hardly speak my desire for him is so strong. Within moments, our clothing is gone and there are no barriers between us. We explore each other’s bodies for what seems like hours with our hands and our tongues.
I hesitate just briefly when his tongue hits my inner thigh. It’s just a slight jolt of nerves that we are actually doing this, but it’s enough to catch his attention.
“Nervous?”
His voice is deep and husky and full of want and desire for me, and as much as I want to toss it all away and adamantly declare ‘absolutely not!’ to save face, I love this man too much to hide anything. I trust him too much. And because of that, I want to be honest regardless of how mortifying it is for me to say the next few words I speak.
“Absolutely terrified.” It’s a whisper. The truth spoken in syllables that could only be heard by the most attentive lover and because of that, because I trust him; I look at him, unashamedly. And when I do, when I see the love he has for me in his eyes, absolutely melting me, I know that if I told him to stop, that I wasn’t ready; he would wait until I am.
All he wants is what is best for me, and because of that; because of all he speaks in just a simple look, I willingly hand him another piece of my heart, knowing I can trust him with it.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
He enters me slowly and I let out a low groan as my body stretches to take him. Once he’s in, Zack leans down and kisses my cheeks, and then my nose. I look at him and smile and arch into him, needing more. Slowly, we find our rhythm, the rocking of our bodies the only sound I ever want to hear again for the rest of my life.
He moves his hands down to my hips, slowly tilting them up so I can take him deeper. I close my eyes and cry out in pleasure as he moves above me. Every muscle on his chest and abdomen, tightened.
“Zack,” I moan.
He growls out my name and moves faster, rocking into me as my orgasm builds quickly. I wrap my legs around him as his hands move to my clit. As soon as his thumb presses and rubs in a circle, fireworks explode behind the lids of my eyes and I cry out his name in pleasure, my orgasm rocking through my entire body.
He climaxes at the same time, and drops down onto me, slowly moving his hips against me, helping us both come down. Eventually he pulls out and cleans us both off before climbing back into bed and wrapping his arms tightly around my waist while I lay my head on his chest.
“That was more amazing than I imagined it would be,” he says to me softly while he plays with my hair.
“You imagined this?” I smile slyly. He’s a guy, of course he’s thought of sex.
“Since the night I met you and you were wearing those red heels. I wanted to know what they would feel like wrapped around me.”
I was a wreck that night. I was a crazy bundle of nervous energy and could barely maintain a conversation with Zack, and that was before I knew who he was. And he thought of having sex with me?
I chuckle at the thought and lean in to give him a light kiss