mine and his fingers are back at me, pulling me closer to the edge once more. Nipping at my bottom lip, his mouth leaves mine and his lips trail down my neck then over my breast.
“What are you doing?” I panic, as his lips move down over my stomach.
“Gonna eat you.” He nips the skin there, and I try to sit up, but his hand presses down on my belly to hold me in place.
“You don’t have to do that.” His brows draw together, making him look almost dangerous. I try to sit up again then arch my back as his fingers move over my sensitive clit.
“Relax,” he commands, but I can’t. I don’t like oral sex, not anymore. I want to enjoy it like every other woman in the world does, But I can never relax enough to get myself there or at least I haven’t been able to for the last fifteen years.
“Please, just come up here,” I plead, then whimper as his fingers flick over my clit again.
“Lie back.”
I shake my head no, but then fall to my back when his hand moves up to my breast, pulling my nipple hard enough to send a shot of heat to my clit. Before I can say more, his mouth is on me and he’s eating me like he’s starved. Devouring me with licks, bites, and sucks. Holding me open with his arms wrapped around my thighs, restricting my movement. My fingers thread through his hair and my body comes alive under his mouth, making me feel something I haven’t felt in years.
“Zach.” I press my head back into the pillow and move my hands to grip the sheets underneath me, moaning his name as I come hard. Before I can recover completely, his body is covering mine, and my taste mixed with his is on my tongue as he kisses me deep and hard. Moving my hands between us, I unhook the button of his jeans then push them down enough to wrap my hands around his long hard length.
“I need to be in you,” he groans, bucking his hips in my hand when I slide down then up.
“Yes,” I pant. He shifts to the side, kicks off his shoes and jeans, moves over me once more, and then slides my robe off my shoulder. Feeling the heat from his body as it covers mine, I moan and wind my legs around him.
“Are you ready?” He leans back, wrapping his hand around his cock and sliding it up and down over my clit. My hands roam up his sides as I nod. Then, he’s in me, sliding deep in one quick thrust that takes my breath away and causes my back to leave the bed as a moan slips out from between my lips. “How could I forget?” he asks, although I don’t think he’s talking to me. I don’t care, though, because when he’s in me, I feel like I’m whole for the first time.
Rolling to my side, I feel nothing but the bed under me, and my eyes pop open. Sitting up, I look around the room and my heart begins to pound as I wonder if last night was just a dream. Something I made up in my head. Then the toilet flushes and Zach steps through the doorway of my bathroom, wearing absolutely nothing but a soft smile.
“What time does Hunter get up?” he asks, walking toward me. I feel my mouth go dry as I take him in. He’s beautiful in clothes, but in nothing at all, he is beyond perfection, with tight muscles, a scattering of hair on his chest, and a line of hair from his navel right down to his perfect cock, which is long, thick, and pointing right at me. “Baby,” he calls, and I tilt my head back to look him in the eye then lean over the side of the bed to check the alarm clock on the nightstand.
“About an hour or so, maybe a little longer. He was tired last night when we got home,” I reply, pulling the sheet up to cover my breasts, suddenly feeling shy about being naked around him, which is absurd, since he saw everything—absolutely everything—last night.
“Good, got time to make out before I need to go get ready for work.” He smirks, ripping the sheet out of my grasp and crawling up the bed, pushing my legs apart and settling his hips between mine.
“I think we need to talk,” I