Page 86 of Caged Bird

I moaned his name, not caring Ophelia and Augie would hear. I was so tired of being silenced. So tired of being quiet. So tired of being a shell when all I wanted was to be a woman.

His woman, a voice whispered in the back of my mind. Not just anyone’s woman. Zane’s.

Darker thoughts slunk in though, reminding me what I felt for him wasn’t real. That I wasn’t falling hard and fast for the man he was, and instead I was living a delusion, transferring withheld feelings to the first man who came along.

It was what I’d done with Eddie. Clung to him because I’d wanted to escape.

And now I was doing it with Zane as well.

But I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t. Not when he made my body feel things no other man ever had. Not when he held me so gently, his soft, reassuring smiles all for me and no one else.

Zane was easy to get lost in. Gentle. Safe. And that was exactly what I needed right now.

So I gave myself up to the pleasure of his mouth on my most intimate parts. I let my body relax enough that every stroke, every lick drove me higher and higher until I was coming, thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing shamelessly as the orgasm gripped me and threw me over the edge.

I fell, drowning his face in my arousal, him lapping up every drop like it was heaven.

When the quivering in my thighs finally eased and released him, he stood, kissing his way up my belly to my tits, taking one nipple into his mouth and worshipping it while his other hand tweaked my breast, squeezing the tip between his fingers, rolling and playing with it until it was just as desperate for his mouth as my pussy had been.

He swapped sides, lavishing attention on every inch of me while I tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head.

In the bright morning light, my gaze rolled over every inch of his sun-kissed skin. It was clear to me he worked with his shirt off in the warmer months and his job required a lot of manual labor. Because he was perfectly sculpted, all long, lean muscle and smooth skin. A light dusting of hair across his pecs, and another trail of it that started beneath his belly button and disappeared beneath his pants.

I dragged them down over his tight ass and thighs, freeing his thick, heavy cock.

I clenched at the sight of it. Ached for him to fill me.

He opened the top drawer of the bathroom cabinet and snagged a condom. “We should…”

But what was the point? I already knew I couldn’t get pregnant again. My body was too wrecked. I’d never gotten my period properly since Otis had been born, and Eddie had never been careful. I knew in my heart more babies weren’t an option for me. I was okay with that because I had Otis, and he was all I ever needed.

Zane and I had already fucked bare, so the STD ship had sailed.

And if I was being plain irresponsible, I wanted to feel him. To have the heat of him inside me. To be skin to skin, no barriers, the two of us in this bathroom with the real world just outside but not ready to join it yet.

I gripped his cock and stroked him, setting a slow but steady tempo and using the precum beading at his tip to lubricate his dick.

He groaned, thrusting lightly into my hand, until I brought him to my entrance, guiding him inside me.

We both moaned as he sank in deep, filling me, his warmth mixing with mine.

He was perfectly shaped to fit my body, and when he withdrew, I let out a quiet cry of need that continued until he was back inside.

Back where he belonged.

He kissed me again, making out while we fucked. We groped for each other, getting as close as we could, connecting as much of our bodies as possible until the sex became more of a sensual grind that was a full-body experience. My clit stimulated by the drive of his pubic bone. My tits massaged by the press of his chest. My skin alight with a fire that blazed in every place he touched me.

Our hips moved in time, and we clung to each other like even this close wasn’t enough.

My second orgasm was slower. Quieter. I came without a sound, but my gaze locked with his, my heart hurting in a way that somehow also felt good. “Don’t leave me,” I whispered.

He shook his head. “I can’t, Fawn. Even if I wanted to…I can’t.”

He kissed me deep, the two of us wrapped around each other, falling into something neither of us could control.

Something that wasn’t healthy, because we were both so damn broken, but uncontrollable, nonetheless.

We’d both come, but like when we’d been out in the woods, neither of us wanted to break that connection. He warmed his cock inside me, not thrusting, just being together, breathing, drawing comfort from being as close as we could be.

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