never kissed a woman before,” Zach breathed, pulling away just enough for me to feel his grin, his body keeping the shallow, shifting pace on top of mine.
I sucked on his bottom lip, squeezing his hips with my thighs. “Is it much different?”
“Um...this is,” Zach whispered, reaching down and grabbing my ass, rolling his hips against me and moaning. “Softer. More like sinking in.”
I bit my lip briefly, kissing my way to the corner of his jaw. I definitely was hoping Zach would be up for sinking in. He certainly felt like he was, his cock stiff between us, pressing perfectly to where he would fit if we just stripped and—
“This is different too,” Zach said, stroking his hands up to cup my waist and then slide beneath Stav’s t-shirt, fingertips walking up my rips to tease at the undersides of my breasts.
I squirmed under Zach, trying to wiggle my way into his grip, to feel his touch everywhere at once.
“Can I?”
I laughed and held Zach before he could pull away, nipping at his ear, his throat. “Zach, you could honestly do anything you want to me right now and I would bite the hand off anyone who tried to stop you.”
Zach brightened, sitting up so I could see his goofy grin. “Yeah? I didn’t know if I’d be any good.”
Honey, we haven’t even started yet, I thought, but instead I settled one of my hands over his, encouraging it higher until he was rolling my breast against his palm and starting to squeeze.
“That’s good, Zach. Your touch is perfect,” I murmured, frowning as he scooted away from me.
He tugged my shirt up over my breasts and my frown vanished as he eyed my breasts, his hands taking one each and working them experimentally in his grip. His eyes widened and he lifted one hand away, grinning as he revealed a sharply pointed nipple. What an adorable dork.
“What does Stavros do?” he asked.
“Who cares? What do you want to do?” I answered.
Zach grinned, and for a moment I could almost picture him with a pair of horns of his own, an angel who’d acclimated to Hell. It made my heart sting with worry, a reminder of my dream and Kimaris' threat.
And then Zach descended, kissing my breast with teeth and tongue, latching on to my nipple with a force that made me bow on the bed, moaning up at the ceiling. My hand over his showed him how to pinch and play with the other, and my legs around his waist held him in place as I writhed against him from below.
“Oh God, Zach!”
He pulled away and nipped at my flesh. “Don’t take the—nevermind, actually.”
I giggled and left him to his feast of flesh, pulling my shirt carefully off, trying not to jostle him as he devoured my breasts with deep kisses and long licks and the kind of suction that made my toes curl into his ass. He had less finesse than Stavros maybe, and more curiosity, but that just meant he found unexpected places to press and bite, leaving me panting and whining as his patience seemed to go on and on.
Wasn’t this kid hard? Why was I getting all the torturous pleasure?
I slipped my toes under the waistband of his boxers, trying to sneakily shimmy them down his hips. I reached down between us, pressing my breast up into his mouth as I reached for his cock, a wet moan vibrating against my skin as I wrapped my fingers around him.
“Ohhhhh, fuuuuck. Fuck, I—Deyva, uhhh.” Zach’s groans were musical, his body going tense and wired as I gripped him, and it took me a moment to realize that some of that tension wasn’t just pleasure.
I softened my touch around him, pulling away slowly to be sure, watching his eyes flutter open and his body lean away.
“Sorry, too much?” I asked, studying him.
“I… Fuck, I don’t even know,” Zach gasped, falling back. I bit my lip and then eased as he gathered me up and pulled me to his chest for another snuggle. “Sorr—”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” I said, grabbing one of his nipples and twisting.
Zach’s shout was garbled with a laugh, a cute little snort escaping in the middle. “No, it’s just... I want to. Like, a lot. And I know it’s dumb and I’m already thoroughly...debauched—”
“Oh, dear,” I choked out through a laugh.
“But, there’s uh...it seems like a bigger deal somehow to be inside someone,” Zach said, eyebrows raising.
“Because it’s the societally constructed marker for losing