Page 27 of Zeppelin
His smile drops away, morphing into a frown that says that it’s going to be about suffering. I get that. Even if we both want this, there’s that edge- all those things that should hold us back.
His hand splays over my belly, communicating all those thoughts in silence.
I cup his cheek. “It’s not- I know what this would seem like to others. The worst kind of messed up, taboo shit, but that’s not why I’m doing it. It doesn’t feel that way to me. I seeyou. I wantyou. You’re not a substitute for anything or anyone else.”
“We can’t unwish this. It’s one thing to be messy with zero regrets, but it’s another to wish we could take it back.”
“I’m sure. I know my own mind. That’s it,” I give him zero reason to doubt me. I struggled with this. I’m over it. I really am certain.
He strokes his hand down his length from root to tip. He looks right into my eyes and I meet his dark stare. We’re two opposing forces, equal and opposite in strength.
I let go of him and gather my dress up, holding it out of the way, exposing myself completely to him. I lean up against the wall and close my eyes,waiting. He groans and murmurssomething under his breath. I can’t quite hear, but it’s probably something along the lines of,you slay me.
I get it. I feel the same way.
Islay me.
He undoes me.
It’s a perfect storm.
His hand brackets my hip tenderly. He arranges my leg back around his hip and then he takes his cock in hand again and lines himself up with my entrance. I shut my eyes once again, waiting for that moment when he pushes inside. Will he be fast and rough or will he go so slowly that my eyes will practically roll in their sockets, and I’ll have to claw my hands into his ass along with my foot to encourage him?
Both of those are really hot options.
I want it hard and fast. I liked giving up control a few minutes ago, but I also want to tell him exactly what I want. “Zeppelin…” It’s not just his voice that’s gone wrecked and husky.
He gets it or he wants it as badly as I do.
In one hard, almost brutal stroke, he fills me. He eases up immediately when I gasp loudly, but I claw at his hips and dig my heel into his ass, forcing him not to back out. I know he’s worried that he’s too big or that he’s hurt me, but he didn’t. He gets it. He pushes forward, filling me so full and stretching me to the point of pain. I don’t always need or want that bite of hurt with the pleasure, but today I do. It’s delicious.
I love that it’s just us, just our bodies, just the way we both want it.
He thumps his fist on the wall by my shoulder when he’s fully seated inside of me and rakes his hand through my hair with the other. I’m pinned against the wall by his weight. He’s so much larger than me. I love the press of that big, hard body against my much smaller one. In comparison, I feel delicate.
The first stroke of his cock as he drags it out and pushes forward until he bottoms out inside of me chases away any other thoughts I have other than how perfectly we fit together. I can take all of him.I am taking all of him.I throw my head back, letting the strands tug against his fingers until pain pricks my scalp.
I love the friction. I roll my hips, chasing the high of it. I grasp his hips and use them to leverage myself away and then slam myself back onto him, fucking myself onto his cock as he thrusts into me.
“Shitfuckdamn,” he slurs, making an animal noise low in his throat.
He lets go, thrusting harder and I fight back. He palms my breast roughly, bowing to suckle my nipple into his mouth, creating more heat, more friction,more, more, more.He hammers into me until his jeans, the metal fly, the soft fabric of his boxers, all slam up against me.
I’ve never been a screamer, but I’ve never seen the point in being overly quiet if I don’t want to be. I’m fine with the sounds that I can’t muffle. The whimpers and moans, the vibrations and echoes that sound almost shrill and feral. It all spurs Zeppelin on. My body responds to the faster pace he sets. I ride it out with him, shoving off the wall when he drives me back, pumping my hips against his. It’s almost a base fight of sorts.
I clutch and claw and grasp at him until he pins me against the wall. He doesn’t roar or go insane or lose it completely. He’s still careful of my body. Still mindful.
I rear forward and bite his neck where it joins his shoulder. His whole body jerks. He likes the pain. I like that it feels as though he’s splitting me in half with every single thrust. He’s so big that he easily fills all of me. All this time, he’s been pushing me towards that high pinnacle, that edge, but it takes his filthy mouth to shove me off into oblivion.
“I’m going to fill you up soon, Ginnifer. Going to come and come inside of you, but I’m going to keep fucking you through it, pushing it all so far up into you that it’ll probably take days to leak out of you.”
“I’ll cross my legs and keep it inside of me like a treasure. Scoop it up and push it back in.”
“Shh.” He lightly presses his palm over my mouth. He’s right near the edge too.
His hand finds a path between our bodies, pressing against the driving crush of us. He finds my clit and pinches lightly while he drags his cock slowly out and fills me inch by inch. That slow feed sparks a picture in my mind of me on all fours, taking him from behind, or me on my back, him kneeling over me and feeding it to me. I get another of his mouth latched over that spot his fingers are pinching. I like to go about as depraved as possible, even if I’d never do it, because the fantasy is fun and the darker it is, the more entertained and turned on I am. I imagine him coming in me like he promised, then getting down between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and pinning me against the wall while he feasts, cleaning me up, swallowing down his own seed.
The first tremor hits like that sudden bolt of lightning split the sky earlier. “Oh! Oh my god, Zep. Please don’t stop.”
