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back onto his side, tucking her naked body next to him.
She looked at him, not sure if he was joking. She bit her lower lip, taking her hands off of his chest and pulling back slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that it was that difficult.”
Zeke threw back his head and laughed. “I said normally. I think with you next to me, it might take significantly less time.” He nuzzled her neck, tickling her sensitive skin as their breathing slowly came back to normal.
She smiled slightly, her eyes looking at his chest and wondering if she could touch him. Maybe taste him? What would his skin taste like? She was guessing it might be salty. Maybe just a bit…tantalizing?
“What does that smile mean?” he asked. He might be nervous if he didn’t have a very good idea already.
She thought she was laying perfectly still but she didn’t realize that her leg was rubbing against his thigh. She was too focused on where his hands might stray. And hoping they would stray to all the right places. Feeling very wanton, she kept her hands still on his chest and valiantly tried to keep her hips from shifting. Maybe if she just…yes!
“Marissa!” he growled, feeling her body stir in a very delectable way.
She gasped when his hand shifted against her stomach, moving higher to cup her breast while his thumb flicked against her nipple. Trying to catch his wrist, she moved away from him but he simply moved on to another sensitive spot, unrelenting in his quest to drive her desire higher.
“You’re not getting away from me this time,” Zeke said and that was Marissa’s only warning. With one hand on her stomach, he held her down and moved southward. Just as he had the last time, he kissed his way to his goal but he knew what she would try this time and he was ready. When she attempted to sit up and pull him away, he put a strong, firm hand to her stomach and moved into position.
“No,” she started to say but he wouldn’t relent. Kissing her thighs, her stomach, breathing in her scent he grinned in anticipation. “Just relax. I guarantee that you’ll like this.”
“I won’t,” she gasped and tried to wiggle away.
“You will.”
A moment later, his finger slid inside of her and she stopped trying to get away. Instead, she moved closer, her body shifting towards him, wanting more. And then his mouth covered her and she screamed with the heat and the pleasure. When his tongue moved against her, she couldn’t control her reaction any longer. She screamed out, her hands gripping his head to keep him in place. She wanted the sensation to go on and on but then was actually begging for it to end. She couldn’t believe how intense something as simple as a mouth and an active, interested tongue could be but, as she slowly came back to earth, her body slowing down slightly, she knew that she was now transformed in her opinion of that activity.
“Don’t turn away,” he commanded as he slowly entered her, a sweet shyness emerging as she opened her eyes again.
Marissa was gripping his arms, unaware that her nails were digging into his bulging biceps as he easily slid into her. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him instinctively but also ensuring that he wouldn’t stop. She needed this at such an elemental level she couldn’t even begin to grasp the pain that might rip through her if he stopped.
“Marissa? Are you okay?” he growled, thinking she might be hurting.
“Later!” she cried out, arching her back to make him push deeper inside of her. “Please, just later!” was all she could say as her hips rose up to meet his.
Zeke tried to be gentle, understanding that she might be tender. But the way she was moving under him, the way she arched against him, moving her hips in that way, he just couldn’t go slowly. He shifted his weight slightly and with one final thrust, he was fully buried inside of her. Looking down, he noticed that she was biting her lip and her eyes were still closed tightly.
He lowered his chest, ignoring the incredible softness of her breasts against his hard chest as he tried to soothe her. “Are you okay?” he asked while his fingers dove into her hair when she tried to turn her head away from him. “Marissa, talk to me,” he urged.
Her hands fluttered lower, sliding down his