Page 40 of We're One

He grabs my breast, kneading it as his thumb strokes my nipple through my lacy bra, causing both pleasure and pain. I don’t want any fabric between us. Now that I’ve made up my mind, I want to be lying against him skin to skin.

This is what I’ve needed all along. No matter how much I tried to fight it, I realize I was a fool. Our story isn’t finished yet, maybe it’s barely begun. He fills a need in me that no other can fill. He might be it for me. Only Zach can make my heart beat out of control.

He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, my favorite place to be. He grips my ass tightly as he pushes up against me. I meet his movements, hating the clothes in the way. I want him sinking deep inside of me. I also don’t want to separate long enough to strip.

He groans my name, and my anticipation builds. My desire grows, knowing I’m making him this hard, making him lose control. He needs me, wants me, wants to please me just as I want to please him.

He breaks away from my lips, and I whimper in protest, my lips tingling with the need to be kissed again. But then he runs his tongue down my jaw and follows the column of my neck to where my pulse is erratically beating. He moves across my collarbone, licking, kissing, and sucking each new place he finds. I throw my head back, giving him better access.

“You won’t run again,” he demands as he makes his way to my ear, whispering the words before biting down on my lobe. I’m ready to promise him anything just as long as he gives me what I need. I’m done, I’m his.

“Please, Zach, please,” I beg. I’m over this teasing. I want him inside of me.

He immediately stands, holding me, and opens the door to the cabin. He walks inside, shuts and locks the door, then moves to the bed. Before laying me down, he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard through the fabric. I cry out at the exquisite pleasure of his tongue and teeth on me.

Then he drops me to the bed where I bounce before him. I’m in a lust-filled haze and can’t say a word as I watch him rip his clothes from his body. Within seconds he’s standing before me in all of his beautiful glory. Looking at him is nearly enough to make me fall over the edge into bliss. His large arousal is pulsing as he steps forward, the head glistening. I need a taste.

I sit up, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, and I grab him, pulling him to me with his dick. He lets out a guttural groan as I bring him to my mouth. I run my tongue across his silky head, tasting his pleasure. His hands reach up and grip my hair as I slowly suck him in, taking him deeper and deeper as I widen my throat.

He tries to pull back, but I squeeze my lips around him, moving up and down his beautiful shaft, tasting his pleasure, turning me on more and more. He shakes in front of me as I pull back and lick his head again while my fingers wrap around his base and squeeze.

“Enough!” he growls, pulling me from him. I pout up at him. I was just getting started.

He then pushes me back on the bed, his movements hard and rough, exactly what I want. He lies over me, his naked body grinding against mine. He kisses me hard again, making me lose my breath.

He pulls back and quickly unclips my bra, flinging it aside, then lies against me again, letting me feel the light dusting of hair on his chest against my bare nipples, making me ache even more as he grinds against me.

This is how it’s supposed to be, just Zach and me in our own little bubble, in our own little world. Nothing else matters except for this moment and how I feel right now. Life without making love to this man isn’t complete.

He slowly moves down my body and nibbles his way across my throat, then kisses the tops of my breasts. His tongue swirls around the edges of my nipples, teasing me for long moments before he finally gives me what I want and sucks a tight bud into his hot mouth, swiping his tongue over me as he sucks and nibbles. I push my hips up, needing my pants gone, needing him deep inside me.

He shifts and moves down my body, his glorious hands on my pants, pulling them and my panties away, leaving no barriers between us. He climbs back up my body, lying skin to skin with me. He’s hot, so damn hot, and I want to burn. His head is poised at my entrance, and I wiggle as I try to pull him inside me. I spread my thighs wider, showing him exactly what I need and want.

“Now!” I demand. I don’t want more foreplay. I want to be one with him. He looks at me for one long, burning moment then thrusts his hips, fully sinking deep inside me. I scream in pleasure as we become one.

As he pauses for a moment, I throw my head back, my eyes closing, my body about to explode. Then he starts to move. He pulls out, then slams forward again, over and over... until the only sounds filling the air are our groans and the slapping of flesh.

With each hit, my clit pulses, and it doesn’t take long to push me over the edge. I explode in a flash of lights and colors as waves of pleasure wash through me. He pumps harder all the way through my beautiful, long orgasm; his groans adding to the intensity.

He leans down and crushes his lips to mine while one hand grips my hip tightly as he picks up his pace and thrusts more. Our bodies are covered in sweat, our hearts beating as one, and he goes on and on. Thrust after thrust, his tongue tangling with mine.

My nipples press against him, and pressure once again builds. I grab his head and kiss him harder as I reach for my peak of pleasure. I rip my mouth from his and cry out as he hits me hard.

“That’s it, baby, let go,” he cries, his voice unrecognizable as he barely holds on to the last bit of control he has. I lift up and meet his hard thrusts, then I’m flying over the edge again, screaming as another orgasm takes me, this one harder, longer, and so intense I nearly black out. I can’t breathe... and I don’t care. I never want to come down from this high.

He roars as he fills me with his pleasure, his body shaking on top of mine. He keeps pumping, but his movements slow, then stop. I can’t open my eyes. I’m fully sated and more satisfied than I’ve ever been.

I’m drifting in and out of consciousness as I feel him shift off of me. I try to open my eyes, but my lids are far too heavy. A warm cloth rubs over my body, but I might be imagining it. I turn, and then feel Zach’s arms pull me against his chest. I smile as I give in to the darkness and fall into a deep, blissful slumber.

Chapter Eighteen

Zach

Early morning light filters into the cabin as I wake. My body is sore, but I stretch out my arm, reaching for Sia. I frown when I realize she isn’t here. I look over at the nightstand and see a note. Is this payback? I can’t say I don’t deserve it. I’m also afraid. I’m not sure who I am anymore. I’ve never been worried about a woman being around the next day. Sia isn’t just any woman though.

I read over her words, then laugh, my frown quickly fading. Her message says she woke up and had to get home before her parents wake. I shake my head in amazement. She’s twenty-seven years old, living on her own in Seattle, yet back home she doesn’t want her parents to know she stayed the night with a man. It’s quite funny. Then again, if Gramps was still around, I don’t think I’d want him to know what I get up to when the sun goes down. Of course, now I’m a one-woman man. I haven’t had any desire to see any other woman except for Sia from the moment she stepped back into my life.

Being back here makes me feel like we’ve stepped through time, like we’re right back to our summer nine years ago when she was eighteen and everything was carefree and simple. She’d sneak out at night, then sneak back in before the sun rose. Something about the taboo of it all making it that much more exciting. Things are different now, though. I’m not going to be a secret this time around. It’s time for me to meet her parents.

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