Page 48 of Nothing to Do

For a glimmer, she’d severed their connection. There in that moment, their souls linked as she rose higher, pulling him down, begging to complete the link that drove her desire.

He backed them up and picked her up just long enough to sit on one of the loungers. Maybe he could read her mind. Maybe their bodies communicated without words. Each beat of her heart was echoed by his, their pulses providing a bassline for the deeper thump of desire that undulated her hips. Rubbing herself against him, the full weight of her body, pressed down, hard,trying its best to merge with the thick line of his want, trapped within fabric.

“Babe,” he gasped under his breath, tipping his head back. “Slow it down.”

“You want to slow it down?” Stroking his face, she tempted his mouth back to hers. “If this is too much—”

“No, baby, but we’re not in any hurry.”

Except she was, her need was in a hurry, the functions of her being would cease if he didn’t respond, if he rejected her, if they were to part again without…

“We’ve been good.” Her mouth brushed across hers. “So good, Drift. Will you make me beg?”

Grabbing her ass, he yanked her tight to him. “Never, baby. Anything you want is yours.”

“Anything?” she asked, her lips curling to a smile as they touched his again. “Anything I want?”

“Mm hmm.”

His hands stayed where they were as she pressured her weight on her knees to loosen the cord of his shorts. That proud smile on his face knew exactly where they were going. He could’ve walked her to it, manipulated her into thinking this was all her idea. Maybe. Except he’d proved himself, how he valued and respected her.

So as she curled her fingers around him, tightening, loosening, guiding him from his shorts and edging closer, she kissed his smile and rested her cheek against his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his fingers threading into her hair.

Oh, it was that restraint, that he could be so hard, so in need, yet still prioritize what was best for her over everything else.

Inhaling through her nose, her eyes closed, and she guided his cock into her, slow, in a tender move she wanted tomemorize. This was it. Their first time. And damn, if felt too good.

“Mmm,” she moaned, sliding lower, giving herself time to adjust and experience every second.

“Shit, baby.” His whispered words got lost in her hair and his hands snatched her ass again.

The thread of his restraint had to be stretching. The strength of his grip wanted to pull her lower, wanted to force her down. His hips rose, not a lot, but in an automatic, instinctive need to fully occupy her.

She wanted it too, wanted him.

“Zane,” she said, rising again the very moment she completed their union.

Down, and up, slow, breathing, she held his shoulders, and tipped her head, accepting each move of his mouth on her skin. His kiss goaded her, provoked her, stimulated that encompassing comfort of his acceptance.

He groaned as she sped up. Instinct of her own bred with impulse. The more she moved, the more she wanted. The faster, higher, lower, oh, shit. Her muscles burned, her hands gripped tighter and—

Snatching her waist in an explosion of movement, he put her on her back and hammered in, hard and fast.

“Yes,” she whispered, though it was more of a gasp. “Zane…”

“Baby,” he groaned against her, his body working itself in hers, firing, heating, stirring hormones to a boil beyond a simmer.

“Zane!” she called, her hips jolting upward, staying there as her muscles tightened. Everything in her cried in silent harmony to bathe in bliss forever. “Zane…” His name again, and he kept going, shifting enough to meet her eye. “You’re… oh!”

Another orgasm burst, and her next cry got locked in her burning throat. Had she been—had they been? Was it—

“The…”

His own throat barely let out the first syllable of her name before it became a growl that eventually stilled him. Then breath was all there was to hear, to feel. Together, panting, pulses still racing, their gazes lounged in each other as endorphins dwindled.

“Zane,” she managed to whisper and her fingertips met his cheekbone, just lightly.

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