Page 40 of Bad to the Bone

“Naive,” he chuckles, increasing the intensity of his touch, pulling my nipple and pressing his erection against my back.

Without warning he lifts me up and dumps me back on the bed before covering my body with his.

I don’t even know how the rest of my clothes are removed, but every inch of my skin is systematically scorched by his mouth, building the inferno in my body to a feverish pitch. I feel desperate and powerless beneath him. His hard length slither’s between my thighs, the head passing along the cleft at the base of my thighs. We both shudder with anticipation.

“Baby, fuck me,” I beg, each word pregnant with longing.

“Say it again,” he says, dipping his head to rest his forehead against mine.

“Fuck me,” I squeak, grinning devilishly at him

With one smooth motion, he changes the position of his body between my legs and thrusts into me. The intrusion rips a loud cry from my body as my womb contracts around him. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust before he begins drilling into my me. Again. And. Again.

“Ah, so wet, so tight,” he moans. His eyes shut tight and the tendons in his neck strain.

Our bodies move together in a concussive pace. All of the emptiness I battled over the last few weeks seem to dissipate. The sound of his labored breath and the taste of his skin begin to sate a hunger I had only been pretending to ignore.

His hands pull my legs farther apart, spreading them out like wings and he plants his feet and drives deep into my core. The sight of his body, his muscles rippling smoothly beneath his skin as he looks down at me, sets off another wave of pleasure in my body.

“Don’t stop…. I’m almost there,” I cry, digging my nails into his hips as I try to pull him in deeper, make him fill the place in my soul that he left empty when we were separated.

Moments later I am battered by an orgasm that lifts me up and shatters me against the softness of my pillows and memory foam topped mattress. I am barely aware of Zayne, roaring into his own release before collapsing onto my chest. We lay there, silent, for hours. Not speaking, and not sleeping, just being there together.

As the sun slips behind the horizon and the intense rays of sunset stream in through the window, I finally allow myself to believe that he is really here. This is really happening.

“So what now?” I pierce the silence with my words.

“Now,” he rolls over, taking me with him and settling my body beside his, my head on his chest. “Now, we decide what comes next, together.”

THE END

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