Page 27 of Finding Haven
“What do you need, baby?” I ask, guiding my fingers along her wet slit, circling them at her entrance but not yet pushing inside.
This woman has been the star of every fantasy that I’ve had lately, and I have no intention of rushing this. I want to savor the moment, commit every second to memory until there’s absolutely no way I’ll ever forget it. Until there’s no way I’ll forget the way she tastes on my tongue, the way her body feels beneath my touch, the way she seems to invade my senses. I won’t stop until I have her body writhing in ecstasy.
“Touch me,” she pleads.
“Is that not what I’m doing?” I tease, gathering a bit of her arousal onto my fingers before moving them back to her clit.
She releases a frustrated growl as she reaches for my hand, grabbing my wrist and guiding my touch lower. The sound combined with her little show of dominance sends a thrill shooting through my body, but she’s not the one in control here.
I am.
“Not yet,” I tell her, yanking my hand away from hers. “You’re not the one in control here.” Leaning back down, I swipe my tongue over her swollen clit and elicit another moan from her before I begin trailing my lips up the length of her body. I press kiss after kiss to her bare skin, my body positioned between her thick thighs as I work my way slowly up over her soft belly and towards her tits. My hands slip around her, finding the clasp of her bra and working it open with my fingers.
She sits up, forcing me to step back as she slips her arms free of the straps and tosses the bra to the floor, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing. Her nipples are hardened into taut little rosy peaks. I glide my hands up her torso and grasp one of her breasts in the palm of my hand, rolling her nipple between my index finger and thumb as I wrap my lips around the other.
“Zack!” The way my name falls from her lips has my cock throbbing for attention. But I ignore it. “Please,” she whimpers as I pull her nipple between my teeth, biting it before healing the sting with my tongue.
“That’s right. Beg me, baby,” I rasp, standing back to admire the way her body is writhing. She has no idea what kind of effect her moans of desperation are having on me. No idea how little of my restraint I’m managing to maintain. No other woman has ever had this kind of effect on me.
“Zack, please. Please touch me,” she whimpers, leaning forward to reach for me. Her hand pauses midair and drops back to her side, likely realizing that I’ll only continue to tease her if she tries to take control.
Good girl.
My gaze meets hers as I decide to finally give her what she needs. I brush two fingers over her clit, circling it and pinching lightly beforegliding them farther down. I ease them into her, a deep guttural groan emanates from my chest as I feel just how wet her pussy is for me. She tilts her head back, a small moan escaping her lips as her eyes fall shut. One hand reaches out to grasp my shoulder, holding herself up as her hips roll into my touch. Curling my fingers forward in a come-hither motion, my thumb finds her clit, applying a gentle pressure as I rub it.
“God, Zack. Yes.” The noises she makes are fuel for the fire blazing through my body as my cock leaks pre-cum against the fabric of my briefs. I pull my fingers back for a moment, giving her a short moment of reprieve before thrusting them back inside of her, curling them and applying more pressure than before.
“Are you gonna come for me, Sugar?” I don’t need a verbal answer. Her pussy is clenching around my fingers, spasming as her orgasm rushes to the surface. Incoherent moans and whimpers fall from her lips as her hips roll into my touch. She cries out, throwing her head back as pleasure rolls through her body, the evidence of her release pooling in the palm of my hand and dripping through my fingers.
Watching her succumb to the euphoria of my touch is like watching the sun as it ascends over the horizon, chasing away the dark and paving the way for a new beginning.
20
Quinn
ZackMercerisafreakin’ god.
I used to think that stars bursting behind your eyes was just something written in romance novels, and yet this man brought me the whole damn galaxy with the flick of his tongue and the curling of his fingers. The cool marble of the countertop is a welcome relief against my heated skin, but I’m desperate to get off of it.
Slipping off the counter, I reach for the belt around his waist, unfastening it but not bothering to pull it free from the belt loops. My fingers work to unbutton his jeans and lower the zipper, sliding them over his hips and letting them fall to the floor. I watch as he kicks them aside in one swift movement.
My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his black boxer briefs. I move my hands to his waist and scrape my teeth over my bottom lip as liquid heat rushes to my core at the mere idea of seeing him fully exposed to me. Glancing up to meet his gaze, I slowly begin to lower myself to my knees, aching to get my mouth on him.
He reaches out to grab me, halting my movements. “Not here,” he grunts, taking my hand in his as he leads me out of the kitchen and into the living room. He releases my hand as he sinks onto the couch,grabbing a throw pillow from beside him and tossing it to the ground at his feet. “If you’re going to be on your knees for me, you’re going to do it comfortably.”
I brace my hands on his thighs as I lower to my knees, nails scraping over the fabric still covering him. His body responds to my touch, and I watch as he leans back and spread his legs wide, allowing me to move in closer as my fingers curl around the waistband of his briefs.
“Take my cock out, Sugar.” His voice is a rough command that makes me want to obey him without hesitation. He lifts his hips as I drag his boxer briefs down his legs and toss them to the side. His cock slaps against his muscled abdomen, thick and straining with that prominent vein that runs along the underside as a pearlescent bead of pre-cum pools at the tip.
I’ve never taken my time to truly admire a man’s body the way I’m admiring his right now.
A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as I glance up at him. My eyes slowly travel from the soft, black curls that hang over his forehead, to his warm amber eyes, down the bare expanse of his chest and over the large phoenix inked across one side of his ribs. His cock pulses as I give myself free rein to look over his body.
There’s an ache at the apex of my thighs flaring back to life as my eyes follow the faint line of dark hair that leads from beneath his navel to his pubic bone where the hair around the base of his cock has been trimmed to nearly nothing.
Flames flicker behind his gaze as I wrap my hand around his shaft and lean forward, swiping the flat of my tongue across the head of his cock. His head tips back with a groan before he looks down at me and reachesforward, using a hand to gather my hair in his fist to hold it out of my way. I swirl my tongue around the tip of him, licking away the pre-cum that’s pooled there before I slowly sink my mouth down.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, his hips lifting slightly as he pushes farther into my mouth. “You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth.”
