Page 15 of Three's a Crowd
Zach stilled and looked down at her, his face suddenly a picture of concern.
‘Am I hurting you?’ His voice shook, she guessed with the effort of stopping himself going any further.
The pain had subsided now though and was giving way to the most wonderful feeling of completeness. She wanted him to be deeper, right there in the centre of her, continuing the waves of pleasure she was already addicted to.
‘No. Don’t stop,’ she begged, wrapping her legs around his back and pulling him closer to her, gently rocking him, taking him deeper and deeper as she opened up to take the length of him inside her.
‘Wait, slow down,’ he said, but she silenced him with a kiss, running her tongue along the underside of his top lip, then biting his bottom lip gently. She wasn’t in the mood for slow.
Zach groaned and seemingly lost the fight with himself to keep things steady, thrusting into her instead and surprising her with his depth.
She loved it, though.Loved it.
They moved together now, a little out of rhythm with each other to begin with, but soon finding a happy medium, rocking and melting into each other, their bodies slick with a sweat they’d worked up between them, despite the cold of the cellar.
As he continued to move inside her, she began to lose herself in the waves of pleasure he was drawing from her, which radiated from her core, every nerve jangling with sensation.
The whole of her skin felt bathed in heat.
She raked her nails across his back as a swell of feeling began to work its way from deep inside her. All those hours of thinking about him, those small frissons of need to see him and the nervy excitement he’d provoked in her whenever he was around, were now culminating in this moment. She arched her back, desperate to get closer to him, for the feeling he was drawing from her to become more intense, more real. She was spiralling down, down, the waves taking her along on their journey.
‘Oh, God,’ Zach murmured. ‘This feels so fucking good.’
She felt another involuntary moan escape from her throat as he increased the pace and moved rhythmically inside her, doubling, tripling the waves of pleasure. She pushed her pelvis higher so each one of his thrusts rubbed him harder against the neediest part of her, building on the blissful feeling there, untilit finally crested, her body exploding with pleasure. She was floating, consumed by ecstasy and was barely aware of Zach’s breathing becoming faster next to her ear, until he suddenly shouted out her name – her actual name – and shuddered into his own orgasm above her.
She was totally spent. A jellified mess beneath him.
They held each other close for what felt to Daisy like eons, but could only have been less than a minute, the aftershock of their lovemaking still resonating through her body. Eventually, Zach raised his head and looked at her.
‘Shit, Daisy, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop,’ he muttered, looking aghast.
Daisy stared at him, bewildered. ‘What are you talking about? I didn’t want you to stop.’
He withdrew from her carefully and sat up, turning his back to her, the muscles across his shoulders taut.
She felt the sudden loss of his body like she was missing a piece of her own.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked in a weirdly brisk manner, which caught her totally off guard. She reeled at the coolness in his tone. What had happened to the Zach of a few minutes ago, who had such passion and fierce longing for her in his eyes?
She was suddenly supremely conscious of her nakedness and pulled the edge of the blanket up to cover herself.
‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘I’m sorry. I got carried away. I couldn’t stop myself,’ he repeated, his manner so matter-of-fact, it made her take a sharp breath.
Daisy was stupefied by his sudden change in attitude towards her. He’d always been the one on top of every situation and she guessed he wasn’t willing to let her get the better of him now either, not when he’d just made himself so vulnerable. He’d been hesitant to have sex with her, she now realised, now she was nolonger under the thrall of her libido. He’d been trying to hold back, uncertain about it.
A shocking thought suddenly occurred to her.
‘Was that your first time too?’ she asked, incredulously.
Zach turned to look at her, then quickly turned away again, but not before she caught the caged look in his eyes.
‘It was, wasn’t it! And all this time you’ve let me believe you’ve slept with loads of women. But I was the first! Ahh! I don’t believe this, Zach, after all those times you ridiculed me for being immature.’
‘Yeah, well… I wanted it to be with the right person at the right time.’
A rush of disbelief flooded through her. He regretted it. Hebloodyregretted it.
