Page 47 of In Love and War
“Oh,fuck,” he grunted as he looked down at me, thrusting punishingly into my mouth.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, hands down.
I was expecting him to finish in my mouth, but he pulled out and let go of my head before pushing me down on my back again, my arms trapped between my skin and the couch.
He opened up my legs and positioned himself in between, brushing a strand of hair gently out of my face before driving into me, full force.
He paused for a second as I cried out in pleasure, his hands digging into the leather on either side of my head, and he gazed down at me.
“God damn it, you’re so tight,” he breathed.
I was so close, even after one push. All of the teasing and denial had left me on edge, ready to explode.
I wrapped my legs around him as he started to move again, slowly at first and then faster, deeper, and harder until he was pounding into me.
“Oh God,Zac,” I moaned his name as I stared back into the same blue eyes that had haunted my dreams for years.
“Come for me, Amelia,” he ordered, as the pressure and the ache in my core built up to the boiling point.
And I did. I let out a scream when the orgasm finally hit me with the force of a thousand waterfalls, crashing into my bones and turning them into dust as I spasmed and convulsed all around him.
“Oh fuck, fuck, Amelia, fuck,” he grunted through his breath, watching me come undone underneath him, feeling my contractions around him, while he continued to slam into me.
He climaxed with one last full push, his fingers almost tearing the leather they dug into, and then collapsed on top of me, like every bone and muscle in his body gave out.
We lay there for a few minutes, shaking from the aftermath and catching our breaths. I was still recovering when he lifted himself off me. I had never come that hard in my life, ever.
I didn’t even think it was possible.
And then, the reality of what had just happened started to set in.
Feelings of panic and anxiety stirred in my stomach, and now my breathing was shallow for a completely new reason.
And also, I was still tied up.
His mind seemed to be on the same track as mine, because he lifted me into a seated position just then and started to pull at the restraining fabric.
“Thanks,” I mumbled once free without looking at him, unsure of what else to say. I immediately reached for my skirt on the floor and used it to cover up my front.
“You okay?” he asked, eyeing me.
“Yeah, fine,” I answered, still avoiding eye contact as I put on the skirt, attempting to maneuver my body in a way that exposed as little as possible until I was covered.
I could tell he was still watching me.
I’d never felt so naked in my life.
I got up, grabbed my shirt, and slipped on the sleeves. I then started to fumble with the buttons in the front, my hands shaking.
“Hey.” He stood up and walked over to me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I answered, still struggling.
Who the fuck makes buttons this small?
He then grabbed my hands gently and moved them away. “Let me,” he said, keeping his eyes on my face while he buttoned me up.
“Amelia, can you look at me, please?” His voice was gentle, soothing, concerned. The exact opposite of what it had been five minutes ago.
