undressing me reminded me of a starving man. He seemed on the verge of just tearing my clothes right off and devouring me whole. I could feel the feral beast, just below the surface, barely contained, and ready to pounce. That made me tingle in all the right places.
Zain never stopped kissing me even as he stripped the clothes off my body. While pulling off my top, his lips teased the sensitive skin at the edge of my nape along the curve of my neck. When he was sliding my skirt down, his mouth paid homage to my breasts and my ticklish navel, forcing me to lie down on the leather couch.
We still needed to talk about the Darryl issue, but that could wait. My brain all but stopped functioning when Zain lowered my thong, and his warm breath fanned over my sex. Fiery butterflies took flight in the pit of my stomach, which quivered with anticipation. I had previously felt his unusual tongue in the Mist, but this would be our first time together as humans.
His tongue was warmer, softer, but just as relentless and demanding. Zain’s almost animalistic grunt of satisfaction as he dipped its tip in my opening set my skin on fire. Although my man couldn’t read my mind in this realm, he could still feel my emotions and leveraged this ability to the fullest. No one had ever been so attentive to each of my responses, as he licked and sucked on my little nub. His fingers, thick and long, zeroed in on my sensitive spot with an almost supernatural accuracy.
With one hand buried in his silky hair while he devoured me, I caressed and pinched the hardened nipple of one of my breasts with the other. My legs trembled as I began to crest. Zain growled again and accelerated the movement of his fingers inside me. While his mouth still massaged my clit, my lover looked up at my face. The savage, predatory glimmer in his eyes, and the shadowy aura swirling around him sent me over the edge.
As I rode my orgasm, my body shaken with spasms of pleasure, I watched my man stand next to the couch through hooded eyes. Zain slowly removed his clothes, his gaze never straying from mine. He didn’t make a show of it like a stripper would, but in a calculated—almost menacing—way that hinted that the warmup phase was over, and that I had better brace for what would follow. My stomach did a couple of backflips in a delicious mix of fear and anticipation.
My man was magnificent. He looked like both a Samoan warrior in his naked beauty, and a fallen god surrounded by the dancing flames of his shadowy aura. His thick cock, proudly erect, pointed at me in a menacing way; the threat further enhanced by the almost evil smile that stretched my man’s sinfully plump lips. My inner walls constricted and throbbed with both eagerness and apprehension. I felt hollow, aching to be filled, yet dreading the burn at trying to accommodate someone of his girth.
We were not in the Mist anymore. Magical thinking wouldn’t simply make me adjust.
Zain leaned towards me, and I opened my arms wide to welcome him. But instead of lying on top of me, he picked me up, facing him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I shivered with pleasure at the feel of his hard shaft pressed against my sex and of his burning skin against mine.
“Yes,” Zain hissed, a lustful expression settling on his gorgeous face. He tightened his hold around me and rubbed his face against mine.
We had never been so close, with no barriers between us in this world. If the feel of him was messing me up so badly, I could only imagine how much more intense this was for him who was still adjusting to the sensitivity of human skin.
My man crushed my lips in a searing kiss while he carried me to the bed. His cock rubbed against my clit with each step, sending lightning bolts down my spine and the length of my legs. I wanted him inside me, yesterday. Zain lay me down on the bed before joining me. Despite his visible hunger—which I shared—he continued to kiss and caress me a short while longer while I reciprocated. With the way he responded to each caress on his feverish skin, I believed I could make my man climax just by touching him.
When he began stroking my sex again,