Page 83 of Stand Fast

“Oh, Zaid…” she moaned, her fingers digging into his head, the muscles in her thighs twitching as her belly drew taut.

She tasted so sweet, so hot, and he couldn’t get enough. Loved pleasuring her this way, hearing the throaty, ragged sounds she made as he pushed her toward release.

“Zaid.Zaid.”

God, he loved the sound of his name on her lips.

He eased up the pressure on her clit, teasing her with flutters and strokes of his tongue while he reached for his pants strewn over the side of the bed. He fished a condom from a pocket and slid it on, his entire body pulsing with the need to claim her.

She half sat up and reached for him as he stretched out on top of her, her arms and legs locking around him. Zaid braced his weight on his forearms and slid his hands into her hair, holding her head still while they stared into each other’s eyes. With one hand he reached down to position himself, then set his thumb against her clit and rubbed as he eased his hips forward, burying the head of his cock into her heat.

She gave a soft, choked cry and closed her eyes, the expression of sensual agony on her face all but destroying him. He was breathing hard, all his muscles twitching, his body straining with the effort to hold back when all he wanted to do was plunge as deep and fast as he could.

Jaliya moved with him, meeting each rock of his hips, her little whimpers of need flaying his control like lashes of a whip. He’d wanted to take her the first time face-to-face, but now he wanted something else.

Withdrawing from her slick heat, he shushed her cry of protest with a deep, hungry kiss before urging her to turn over onto her hands and knees. She tossed her hair over one shoulder and looked back at him, and he almost lost it at the raw hunger in those dark chocolate eyes, the luscious curve of her hips and ass on display for him.

With a low growl of need he gripped her left hip and eased his cock into her from behind. She hummed in approval and tipped her head back, an expression of ecstasy on her face. Holding onto the last vestiges of his control, Zaid slipped an arm around her waist to cup her mound, and drew his fingers through her slickness before rubbing circles around her clit.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, and rocked backward into him, impaling herself on the length of his cock. “Zaid,” she whimpered.

“You feel so good.” He kissed the side of her neck, nipped the sensitive spot where it curved into her shoulder. “Rub your clit against my hand,” he murmured, his mouth at her ear.

She did, and a shudder ripped through her. He thrust forward and stayed there, kept his fingers steady against her clit so that each rocking motion of her hips drove him back and forth over her sweet spot and rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves beneath his fingers.

Jaliya gasped, her inner muscles clenching around him. Zaid groaned and bit at her shoulder again, soothing the slight sting with his tongue. She was so close, he could feel it in every trembling line of her body.

“Love you,” he whispered. “Love you so damn much.”

She whimpered, driving back onto his cock harder, faster. He gritted his teeth and held on, reached his free hand up to cup her breast and roll the nipple while she pleasured herself with his cock and fingers.

A wild moan burst free from her lips as she clenched around him, her orgasm exploding through her.

Yes.

Zaid buried his face in the curve of her neck in triumph and held on, waited until she’d slowed and grabbed his hand to still it between her thighs before letting go of his control. He thrust deep and hard, rushing headlong to the release he’d been fighting from the moment he’d first entered her.

With his arms wrapped tight around her waist and ribs he drove deep one last time and let the wave obliterate him. He was dimly aware of his shout echoing around them as the pleasure slammed through his body, leaving him gasping and weak.

On a low groan he eased them both down until she was lying flat on her stomach, his weight sprawled across her back and his head resting beside hers on the pillow. He didn’t know how long they stayed that way, but finally his heart rate returned to normal and he was able to summon the strength to raise his head.

He kissed her nape, the silken curve of her cheek before bending down to cover her lips with his. She made a murmuring sound and returned the kiss, slow and soft and tender.

Finally he eased out of her and struggled to his hands and knees. “Be right back,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head before heading to the bathroom to deal with the condom.

When he came back she was curled on her side beneath the covers, her dark eyes roving over the length of his naked body as he climbed in and pulled her straight into his arms. He groaned when she snuggled up against him like a sleepy kitten, her cheek nestled on his bare chest.

He’d checked the nightstand clock on his way back from the bathroom. They still had over an hour until she had to leave for the airport. Maybe more, if he could convince her to stay a little longer.

“I always dreamed it would be like that with the right person,” she murmured, gently running her fingertips over his chest.

He couldn’t help but smile. “No regrets, I hope?” Because he sure as hell didn’t regret one moment of this.

“None.”

That made him happier than she’d ever know.

“So, I have news,” she said softly.

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