Page 68 of Bedroom Therapy

She and Zach looked at each other, and she knew that neither one of them wanted to answer the damn thing. Voicemail picked up, and she thought she heard Beth speaking. But she couldn’t hear what her friend was saying. She didn’t want to hear. She only wanted to concentrate on Zach.

Blocking out the message coming from the living room, she went down on her knees in front of him. When she glanced up, she saw the intensity of his expression. He looked like a man who was poised on the brink of either heaven or hell—and he didn’t know which.

She was on a level with his fly. Just because she wanted to, she stroked her hand down the length of his zipper, heard the hiss of his breath as she touched him there.

Working her way back up, she unbuckled his belt, her movements as slow and deliberate as they had been when she’d rolled up his shirt.

With the buckle undone, she released the button at the waistband, then began to inch the zipper down, feeling the tension gathering in him—and in herself.

She was so aroused she could barely stand it. But she didn’t abandon her plan.

When the zipper of the jeans was fully opened, she reached inside and pulled down the front of his briefs to free his cock.

It was hot and hard in her hands, and she knew it would feel exquisite inside her.

But not yet. She stroked him with her fingertips, light teasing strokes that she knew were driving him mad. Then she dragged her tongue over the length of him before circling the head with a teasing stroke.

He gasped and gasped again when she took him in her mouth, as much of him as she could take, playing with him for a long, sensuous moment before pulling back.

Then she stood again and pulled the camisole over her head. Now she was wearing only the garter belt and stockings.

“Lord, you are the sexiest sight I have ever seen,” he growled. Still with his hips against the door, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it away. Next he shucked off the jeans and briefs and came toward her, catching her in his arms, bending to give her a long, deep kiss before lowering his head to capture one of her aching nipples in his mouth while he caught the other between his thumb and finger, giving her back the same pleasure she had given him—and more.

“So sexy,” he said again as he reached between her legs, dipping into her hot, slick sex.

“Oh!” She was close to orgasm, too close. “Please, Zach, I’m going to come. And I want you inside me when I do,” she managed to say.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her on the comforter and following her down.

“Now. Do it now,” she gasped out, then gasped again as she felt his velvet hard cock plunge inside her.

He went very still above her, then, looking down into her face with an intensity that robbed her of breath.

When he began to move, she could focus only on the wonderful, erotic sensation of that shaft moving in and out of her.

She came then, in a wave of ecstasy that lifted her up to a high plateau and kept her suspended in the heavens.

When she drifted back to earth, he was still inside her. Still hard as a fence post. And he was staring down at her with an expression she couldn’t read.

He stayed where he was, and she lifted her hand to stroke his damp shoulder, his cheek, and his lips.

He kissed her fingertips.

“Zach?”

He didn’t speak, only began to move his hips again, slowly and deliberately, almost withdrawing from her, then plunging back inside, building her arousal once more.

He kept the pace slow and deliberate, even when she dug her fingers into his sweat-slick shoulders, begging him to let her climax.

Not until she was thrashing wildly under him, raising her hips with each thrust, screaming silently for release did he bring her to the peak again.

This time she spun off into space, almost losing herself in the intensity of her release. But Zach was her anchor to the here and now. She clasped him by the shoulders, and when she settled back to earth, he leaned down to gently kiss the corners of her eyelids, her lips.

He stayed where he was for several heartbeats, then rolled off of her.

Turning her head, she saw him lying beside her on his back. He was breathing hard, his eyes closed, his face contorted. But it wasn’t his face that captured her attention. When she looked down, she saw that he was still hard, still aroused.

What had been a fantastic experience for her had left him aching and needy.

Reaching out a hand, she laid it lightly on his shoulder.

“Zach, what can I do for you?” she asked.

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