Page 77 of Timeless: Encore

“Are you awake?” Zane spoons me from behind. Humps my ass playfully, though his dick is hard as a pole.

I reach back and grip his girth. “Depends on if you’re using this for good or for evil.”

“Always evil. Ride me.” He angles his lips up to my earlobe and tugs it with his teeth. “Climb on, let me see your tits bounce a little.”

I turn over and press Zane’s back to the mattress. Sling my leg over his hip to straddle him. Grip his cock and tap it against my clit. Slide it between my pussy lips. “Like this?”

He watches me. “Yeah. That’s a sexy start.” He clutches my hips to keep me steady as I play.

I stroke him from root to tip with both hands, painstakingly slow passes. Experiment with pressure while I watch Zane’s face to see what gives him the most gratification. Generally, he loves all of it so I continue for a bit, enjoying the feel of his thick cock in my palms. The quiver of his stomach muscles. The tautness of his dark-brown nipples.

He’s beautiful.

Precum leaks and his hips begin moving rapidly, I lift up on my knees and angle him to my opening. Slowly take him inside my body. “Ahhh …” We both sigh when he’s fully seated.

“You’re so beautiful.” He runs his hands over my thighs as I grind against him. I watch him caress my hips as I roll them. His fingers travel up my waist. Along my stomach and torso. “I love you, Fee.”

We both look up at the ceiling mirror. It’s one of the reasons we picked this room, along with the fact it’s away from the rest of the bedrooms. Part of my own therapy is to learn to love my body. At any stage it’s in. To see how much enjoyment it gives me—and Zane.

A big revelation of therapy is when I stopped believing I was sexually desirable to Zane. It wasn’t when we were fourteen, it happened after I got pregnant. Not because of my weight fluctuations—although that’s a burden me and many women carry, Zoey and Ronni included. It was the deep guilt. Mia should be Zane’s child. For years, I’ve taken on the entire responsibility for the demise of our relationship.

Zane called me out in the elevator. I didn’t trust him. Not fully. And certainly not the way he trusted me to love him despite the mistakes he made in our relationship and felt guilty about. Like taking advantage of the love hack. And losing his virginity to someone other than me.

Part of my therapy is watching myself make love to my husband. For at least an hour every day, usually when we wake up. We vary positions and activities, but we are slow. Deliberate. Focused on being present. It’s essentially tantric.

I’m learning toseehow my body moves with his.Feelthe sensuality we create.Understandhow much Zane loves me. All of me. Completely. Thoroughly.

Forever.

“Come back, Fee.” Zane reaches up to gently stroke my cheek. “Look at us.”

I blink to focus on our merged bodies in the mirror. Shit, clearly I’m a work in progress but prescribed fucking is the most awesome way to heal. He smiles when I watch his thumb circle my clit. Bends his knees so I can lie back for a better view of his cock lodged inside me. “There you are.”

“Yeah. I’m here.” I splay my hands on his chest. Bend slightly so my tits are trapped between my upper arms. Zane’s fingers pinch my nipples until they’re tight. I circle my hips in a figure eight, stopping when he’s at the perfect angle in my body to hit my G-spot. “Ahhhh. God. I love you, Zane.”

I lean down and we kiss. He takes control, thrusting up into me, lazily but forcefully. Reaching between us, he uses his thumbs to spread my lips apart so my clit rubs against his pubic bone. Presses the small of my back so my undulations allow extra stimulation to my little nub. We know each other’s bodies so well. When we come, it’s from deep within our souls.

Zane and I are two halves of the same body. Merging together in a timeless connection we’ve had since birth. Our hearts and souls are fused together for all eternity.

I’ll never take what we have for granted. Ever again.

“I fucking love when you let go,” he whispers into my hair.

I cage his head between my arms. Touch my lips to his. Trace the seam with my tongue until he lets me in. We savor each other. He’s still buried inside me, which is where he belongs. Always. I murmur against his mouth in between kisses. “I’m finding my way back to myself. Know this, I’m never letting you go, Zaney. I’ll fight for us. Always.”

“I know, Fee. I’ve always known that, baby.” He rolls us over. Pulls out. Kneels between my legs and jacks his cock, which is soaked from our combined release. He’s fully erect in seconds. “Mia’s with my mom, I want to stay in bed and fuck you all morning.”

“Yes, please.” I run my hand down my stomach to my clit. Rub it in circles, recalling the brazen way I showed him how I masturbated in the park when we were eighteen.

His eyes fall to half-mast. He strokes faster then squeezes the tip of his dick while he watches me. “Yeah. Fuck, baby.” My fingers trail lower. I rub myself, then insert two fingers inside. Bring them to his lips. He licks. “Sweet. Delicious.”

Zane leans back on his haunches. Presses his palms against my inner thighs to spread me open. Buries his face in my pussy. Lapping us up. Drinking us in. As I dig my heels into the mattress, he slips a couple of fingers inside me and strokes until I’m writhing. Crying out. Coming.

He wriggles the tip of his tongue against my clit, sending a flurry of little aftershocks through my body. He sucks it hard. My hands fist the sheets. My stomach tightens and releases. “God, Zaney. Oh God.”

“I am a sex god,” he says as he kisses his way up my body. Taking time to suck on each nipple and then latch on to the spot behind my neck that always keeps me aroused. “We’re not done.”

I’m about to protest, when Zane rolls out of bed and drags an oversized chair to the mirror, positioning it sideways. “Come here. Lean over and rest your arms here.” He points to the wide, flat armrest cushions.

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