Page 151 of Deliverance

I sink into the mattress and instinctively cover my breasts.

A small frown creases Zander’s forehead. “Don’t.” He gently drags my arm aside, arranging it on the blanket above my head. “You’re beautiful. Every part of you.”

My heart gives another kick. Hearing compliments during sex is strange. I hardly remember it from my previous life. There were orders. Always orders.

Dropping his mouth to my chest, Zander licks my nipple. The touch is so light, for a second, I think I must have imagined it, but he does it again, this time applying a bit more pressure.

A moan rushes past my lips.

“I love when you make those sounds, baby,” he murmurs and returns to the task at hand—caressing the hardened peaks. He’s meticulous and takes his time. His tongue continues to work me until I’m writhing and the waves of pleasure rolling through me are too much.

Zander slips his fingers between my legs and brushes his thumb against the fabric of my panties, pausing right over my clit.

My back bows, my hips buck into his touch, seeking more. Seeking release.

His own breathing is heavy and loud and there’s a strain in his voice when he asks, “Is this how you want me to touch you, Drew?”

Unable to produce words, I nod several times and grind into his hard length, telling him what I want, telling him what I need.

Slowly, Zander rolls to the side and pulls down my panties and then his briefs. His hand slips back to my center, but this time, no barrier prevents him from taking it a step further and exploring more of me.

He presses a soft kiss to the corner of my lips and runs his index finger over my core, spreading the wetness already gathered there.

I respond with a gasp.

He pushes two digits in. Gently. Deliberately. Until he’s buried in me, knuckles deep, and my walls tighten around them.

“Does this feel good?” he husks in my ear. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes,” I say thickly, my mind full of pleasant fog.

Zander drags his finger out and then sinks it back in, urging my hips to ride his hand. Again and again.

In and out.

In and out.

Stretching me. Preparing me for what’s to come next.

Oh, yes.

The sweet ache building below my belly fills me to the very brim.

“I want you. All of you,” I request between my broken moans. “Please.”

He withdraws his fingers and scoots over to grab what I assume is a condom from the nightstand, then shifts to bring his body above mine, nudging my legs apart with his thigh. “I adore it when you beg, baby.”

I grab at his hair and pull it. “I bet you do.” Watching him lick my wetness off his hand as if he’s eating ice cream, I give him a smile.

A smile.

Something I never thought could happen during sex before, but with Zander, the intimacy is different. It’s not terrifying, it’s positively dirty and…thrilling.

It’s an experience.

There's a soft rustle of the wrapper, then he quickly sheathes himself and presses his body to mine, seeking as much physical contact between us as our positions can possibly allow. Chest to chest, hips to hips, mouth to mouth. A few of his dirty blond strands escape my grip and spill over my cheeks and forehead, tickling me.

“If there’s something I’m doing wrong,” he whispers, and I can’t help but notice a nervous tremor, “all you have to do is tell me to st—”

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