Her brain was yelling for her feet to move, but they seemed to be rooted to the floor. Every inch of skin prickled with awareness as Zane moved closer. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. Heat seemed to radiate off his body and arc to hers.
She was now in a dangerously sensual situation. Her heart was in jeopardy, and this was just the beginning.
Her body felt alive. Every pore, every inch of flesh longed to be touched. Not in the soft, almost carefree manner it had been treated to in the past.
She wanted to be loved. Truly loved in the way that was so overwhelming neither party would be aware until completely sated.
It was scary and went against everything Serena had been taught as a young woman. Not only that, but giving herself so completely to a man like Zane meant there was no going back.
He had said as much himself. His words played like a broken record over and over in her mind.
You’ll be mine. One hundred and ten percent all mine. I won’t settle for anything less.
“Rena,” he whispered in her ear as he came up behind her, making her shiver.
A near breathless whimper escaped her lips as she felt his warm, muscular body so close to hers. He was already hard. The feel of his length pressed into her lower back was extraordinary.
Then bending at the knees, he slowly tilted his hips forward snuggling his raging erection firmly within her cleft causing her body to tremble.
The sensation of him pressed so intimately to her along with his tantalizing masculine scent nearly brought her to her knees.
Snaking an arm around her waist, Zane expertly began to remove her belt. She stood like a statue, unable to move, to think. The only thing Serena was capable of at the moment was to feel what Zane was doing to her. To experience the multitude of sensations his every touch produced.
His fingers moved with slow and steady perfection, which she thought to be very unfair considering she was having such a hard time not sliding to the floor in a helpless heap, until her wraparound dress came fully open, top to bottom, exposing her already peaked nipples. Her breasts felt heavy with desire. Desire she struggled to fight although she had no idea why.
Serena lowered her chin until she could watch Zane’s large hands as they moved to just beneath the swell of her breasts. One wicked finger from each hand moved in sync around and around her areola never quite touching her aching nipples.
As the sensations grew, Serena wiggled into Zane’s groin. Maybe if I tempt him, she thought silently, he will cease with the torture and get down to business. She soon learned that wasn’t the case as Zane’s hips lurched forward. She was now pressed so tightly against the counter she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.
Of course, that didn’t stop her from trying.
“Stay still,” Zane huskily whispered as he nipped her earlobe. His actions caused her to shiver earning her another nip.
“Zane.” She couldn’t think. Did his name actually make it out of her mouth? She couldn’t be sure. Nothing was clear except for the need churning deep within her.
With her hands braced on the counter, Serena arched her back. It was pure instinct and need. The need to get closer to those hands. To drive him to the edge so he would give her what she wanted.
When he still didn’t move his hands to cover her breasts or touch her in any way differently, she whimpered, “Zane?”
“Be still, baby,” he answered in a soothing tone.
She could feel her blood begin to boil. The need to climax was overwhelming making her edgy. Before Zane finished murmuring in her ear, Serena tried to turn in his arms, shaking her head all the while.
Instead of allowing the movement, Zane pinned her arms to her side and leaned in to her until she could only pant with anticipation.
“Don’t tell me no, Rena. Tell me what you want. Ask for what you need. Talk to me, but please don’t ever tell me no. It makes me crazy, baby.”
He said it softly. His tone was once again soothing, but lined with just an edge of steel. She knew he meant the words, but she wanted to deny him. To deny the hold she’d permitted him over her body, her heart. She couldn’t do it though, all she could do was accept him as he was. Accept her body and its needs.
“All right. But please…” she began then abruptly stopped when two very skilled fingers began rolling her already taut nipples.
“Please what?”
“Oh, god, Zane. Please…please let me come.” The words were torn from her lips as she felt the swipe of his tongue along the outer shell of her ear.
Then she felt him move. The pressure of his hand, fingers spread wide, remained at the small of her back, but the warmth of his body was gone, missed.
Soon her dress was pulled from her shoulders leaving her in only the cream-colored lingerie she’d bought just for him. Before she could move, his hand was once again splayed across her lower back. It pressed just enough to let her know he wanted her to stay, but her body wouldn’t listen.
As soon as his hand was gone, Serena tried to turn and reach for him. Her body inflamed with her need to join with his. To feel the length of his cock gripped tightly within her depths.
Her movements earned her a stinging smack on the fleshy part of her right ass cheek.
“Ouch!” she gasped reaching for the hot, tingling spot on her derriere.
“I warned you not to move, Rena. Now stay still and you’ll get what you want. Move again and you’ll get something completely different.”
Zane moved his hand ever so gently over the patch of flesh now marred with his print.
She shouldn’t have liked that. She assured herself she didn’t, but there was no denying the wetness between her thighs. The sting was now just warmth. More heat added to the inferno already bubbling in her almost sending her up in flames.
* * * * *
Zane knelt behind Serena and smiled against the back of her thigh as she went completely still. She was a fast learner. He wasn’t so sure that was a good thing.
He kissed his way up one leg, then down the other, stopping here and there to explore. He paid special attention to every place that brought sweet sounds from Serena’s lips. He could smell her arousal and longed to taste her heat, but it wasn’t time yet.
Tonight he would explore her body in a way he’d never dreamed she’d allow. Every swell, every dip, every newly discovered part would be his to taste, to touch.
Very gently and very slowly, so as to draw out the torture, Zane lowered the shorts of her lingerie set. Once the garment was around her ankles, he lifted first one foot, then the other until she was free from its confines. He then tapped the inside of her knee.
“Spread those sweet thighs for me, Rena.”
Obediently, she responded. Ever so slowly, his hand traced up the inside of her leg, stopping just short of the place he was sure she wanted him to touch most.
Soon he would give her just what she wanted. Her anticipation would make it so much better for both of them.
As his hand slid gently from the inside of one thigh to the other, she began making low moaning sounds in the back of her throat. He could tell she fought the urge to move as he cupped her wet sex. His middle finger slightly pressed her clit as his teeth grazed her ass.
The combination of sensations must have been just right because she bucked her hips forward searching for the release he relentlessly held away from her.
He knew the moment she realized what she’d done because she stilled mid-thrust. Being the ever-consistent man he was, Zane delivered a stinging smack to the opposite cheek at the same time he thrust a finger deep inside her wet channel. He thought he heard her gasp oh shit, but couldn’t be sure.
Backing his finger out, he added another to it and returned them deep inside her warm reservoir, making little “come here” motions, in search of that sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue snaked out to lick and taste the bounty of his labors. She was delicious, like warm honey.
He was sure his actions didn’t re
move the sting from her flesh. If anything, it brought more blood flowing to the area, which sent her over the edge. Her body shuddered just as he felt her inner muscles clench his probing fingers. She was hotter and wetter than he’d ever seen her before. And this was just the beginning.
Waiting until she could hold herself up, he removed his fingers from her dripping sex. Then slowly he slid his way back up the length of her body.
Her head hung forward, her hair covering her face. Next time he would watch her climax. Next time she would watch while he made her come over and over again.
But for now, he would hold her. Soothe her. He was curious what her reaction would be to his treatment of her. When she regained her composure would she be angry? He couldn’t be sure what she would do.
Every message her body sent him told just how much those two stinging slaps turned her on, but would her mind cause her to balk at such treatment? They would have to talk about it. Discuss her feelings and work through them until they were both satisfied.
The heat on the palm of his hand was a reminder of just how much the pink flush of her bottom had turned him on. The little yelp she’d given at the time of the first slap made him a bit wary, but when she didn’t ask him to stop, he had to wonder. The wetness of her swollen cleft told a story of its own.
The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, almost sent him over the edge. He hadn’t been so hard in years. Hell, he’d almost shot his load right in his pants at the taste of her and he’d never even made it to the best part.
He gathered Serena in his arms and headed for their bedroom. The night was young. The lessons just beginning. He would taste her cream. Lap every bit of it up until she begged for mercy. Then he would start all over again.
And when the time was right—when he could no longer hold back, he would sink his length into Serena’s sweet depths. The first time would be fast and furious. His engorged cock was beyond ready to pound into her over and over until they were both sated.
After that, he would bathe her and prepare her all over again for a slow and sensuous journey from which there would be no return.
Upon entering the room, Zane laid Serena on the bed. Her eyes were open, staring straight at him. A beautiful flush moved from her neck up. The color reminded Zane of the pink handprints he’d left on her delectable ass cheeks, he groaned.
Grabbing her hands, he slowly pulled until she was sitting up. He couldn’t help himself so he leaned forward until their lips met. She was warm and smooth and tasted like bliss.
His tongue traced the seam of her mouth until her lips parted. Beyond thought, Zane let loose. His tongue delved deep as he devoured her mouth. When he finally regained control and pulled away they were both panting.
Serena’s wide-eyed stare made it impossible to go slow. There was no fighting the urge to take. It was primal, instinctual. He had to have her. Mark her as his, dominate and control. Later would be the time for slow loving.
“Hold your arms up.”
She arched a questioning brow, but did as asked.
“You won’t be needing this,” he said as he removed her camisole over her head as if he were undressing a child. But that’s where all parent-like behavior came to a crashing halt.
On the way down, his massive hands closed over two rounded breasts. When her back arched, he lightly pinched both nipples, she immediately stilled. If he wasn’t so damned hard he might have smiled, but as it was it took every ounce of control not to mount her like a wild animal.
“Lay back, baby. Stretch your hands way up high and grab the headboard. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”
Her already wide eyes went just a fraction wider. Their green depth flashed just before the color deepened to that of moss. Her pupils were dilated. She looked like a wild, wanton creature with her hair flowing free around the pale skin of her shoulders.
He was sure she was going to argue, but she must have thought better. After the slightest hesitation, she lay back. Her lids lowered and her arms extended making her breasts lift in offering.
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch everything I do to you. I want to see your soul through those pretty green eyes when you shatter.”
His words made her squirm. She tried to press her legs together, but he was too fast. With his body stretched over her, his hips nestled snugly between hers there was nowhere to go. Unless she let go of the headboard. He watched the realization flicker briefly across her face and gave her a smug smile in return.
It was a silent challenge and she was well aware of it. He could tell she had decided not to push him—at least not this time. If he knew his Serena at all though, he knew it wouldn’t take her long to test the limits he’d set for her. He was looking forward to the day.
When Serena stilled, Zane lowered his head to a rose-tipped nipple. Lightly flicking it with his tongue while grinding his shaft into her, he brought her back to the peak. All the while never taking his eyes from hers.
Just when she showed every sign of falling over the edge, he pulled back. He moved slowly, deliberately until he was standing at the foot of the bed.
Serena raised her head, spearing him with her gaze. He watched as her eyes followed the motion of his hands as they removed his shirt. Sitting, he proceeded to take off both shoes and socks, then stood and cupped his hard length through the fabric of his pants.
The tip of her pink tongue peeked out to moisten her kiss-swollen lips. Her hair was fanned against his pillow. His eyes roamed lower until they met with the glistening peak of her nipple still moist with his saliva.
His fingers fumbled with the catch of his pants. He wanted her so much he felt crazy with it. As he knelt on the bed between her still spread thighs she made as if to move her hands.
“Stay just the way you are, Rena,” he warned.
“Zane. Oh, Zane, I want to touch you.”
“Not yet, baby. One touch from you and it’s all over. I can’t wait, Rena. I can’t wait. I’ll make it up to you.” Before the words had completely left his mouth, he was on her. In her.
Slow, deep thrusts brought him closer by the minute. Lifting Serena’s legs until they were wrapped tightly around him, he thrust into her causing her to cry out.
He prayed she wouldn’t ask him to stop, he wasn’t sure he would be able to. Never had he used her so fiercely, but there was no stopping, no slowing down.
“Oh, god, Zane,” she panted. “I need…I need…” Her words trailed off as his teeth tugged at one pebbled nipple.
“Come with me, Rena.” Once, twice, on the third stroke he felt his body stiffen. He came with a force he’d never before experienced. Serena cried his name, her body convulsed around his softening cock. In exhaustion, his spent, sweat-dampened body collapsed against her.
A few hours later, Zane awoke to Serena’s warm body snuggled in close next to him. Her hair, loose and wild was flowing about her shoulders all but begging for his fingers to tunnel through it.
His cock was hard and ready but he wouldn’t take her as he had before. This time would be slow and torturous for the both of them. Slipping silently from the bed, Zane made his way to the living room where he collected the nondescript brown paper bag he’d set on the end table upon returning home.
With bag in tow, Zane made his way back up the hall and into the bedroom where he set the bag on the nightstand before going into the connecting bathroom. He took out a small ceramic washbasin and filled it with warm water. A fluffy washcloth was the only other item he would need. After dropping the washcloth into the water-filled basin, Zane carefully made his way back into the bedroom anticipating what was to come.
“Rena,” Zane said, his voice low and soothing. “Wake up, baby,” he added when she only snuggled deeper.
When Serena finally turned onto her back, Zane crawled onto the bed beside her. He was rigidly aroused but it would have to wait. He had plans for Serena that took precedence over his cock.
As quietly as possible, he pulled the blue vibrator and
dildo from the bag then set them beside where she lay on the bed. With his hands, he spread her thighs wide running his fingers up and down their silky length. His touch caused Serena’s eyes to flutter open. For a moment, she looked a bit confused but Zane knew right away when she’d come fully awake because her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice low and soft.
Zane wrung out the dripping washcloth then proceeded to lay it over her mound. “Just taking care of what’s mine.”
“Mmm, that feels wonderful.” The more she spoke in her low, almost purring voice, the harder his cock got.
When Zane felt he’d sufficiently cleansed and soothed Serena’s pussy, he set the blue vibrator on its lowest setting and ran it in circles around her clit basking in her moans and cries of pleasure. His ever-decreasing circles came close but never quite touched the tiny bundle of nerves now swollen with arousal.
She was wet. He could see her juices glistening on her labia even in the dim light spilling from the slightly opened bathroom door. With slow yet sure movements, Zane introduced the lifelike dildo he’d bought into Serena’s sex, watching as she opened for its invasion.
Her body bucked beneath his hands trying to get closer to the buzzing of the vibrator even while her hips moved urging the dildo deeper. She was hot. This time he did nothing to stifle her movements. He merely watched in awe as her body took over, its need consuming her.
When Zane felt that he’d sufficiently tortured them both with his sensual play, he removed the dildo from her tight sheath, its surface covered with her juices. Zane handed the vibrator to Serena as he moved to his knees between her still spread thighs. With his hands on her hips, he tugged until her bottom was elevated and in perfect alignment with his cock then placed her feet flat on his chest.
With one hand under her, cupping her bottom and the other grasping his throbbing shaft, Zane invaded Serena inch-by-inch fighting to keep control as he did so. With his now free hand, Zane urged Serena to pleasure herself with the still buzzing vibrator.
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