With the last of any coherent thought processes she reminded herself that there was no reason to not be with the man she desired, and she finally allowed herself to give in to the chemistry she felt erupting between them. There were no straggling thoughts of her husband, no niggling doubts.
It was time.
It was right.
He was right.
She wrapped her arms around his trim waist, running her hands over his back, enjoying the feel of his warmth, and basking in the opportunity to touch him. Reaching up she ran her hands over his wide shoulders and down and across his lower back. He groaned into her mouth as she slipped her good hand beneath his shirt and lightly ran her fingers over his skin, gently raking her nails up and down the length of his spine while her braced wrist held him against her.
His lips left hers and began exploring down the delicate line of her jaw, slowly pressing kisses along the way, igniting a fire in her veins. Pausing, he lightly traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, his breath tickling down the side of her neck as he gently took her earlobe between his teeth, giving it a loving nip before flicking his tongue in the hollow behind it. This time it was she who moaned as her desire grew stronger, hotter. Chills skittered across the nerve endings he brought so exquisitely to life.
He ran his callused hands gently over her shoulders and down her bare arms, caressing her soft silky skin. It felt like he’d waited forever to simply have the opportunity to touch her and he didn’t want to waste a moment. Reaching down, he grasped the hem of her T-shirt and began to ease it up over her breasts, watching her for signs that would tell him she’d changed her mind or wasn’t ready. She did nothing to halt his progress and raised her arms to aid him in undressing her. He could feel her desire growing with every touch, caress, and kiss he delivered and he prayed that she allow herself to continue down the path they’d begun to take this time and not reconsider.
Her torso, now clad in only a lacey ice-blue bra, drew his utmost attention and he bent and closed his mouth around one taut nipple, gently biting through the silky material and earning a gasp of pleasure from her. He reached around and unhooked her bra, slipping it off of her shoulders and letting it fall to floor. His talented hands continued to very lightly tease and fondle her breasts. He stroked over her nipples with his thumbs, lightly rubbing teasing circles around the areolas. Bending down, he closed his lips around the other nipple and drew on her. The suction from his mouth pulled another low moan from Amanda.
Amanda was determined she would not be the only one standing there half-dressed and began to do a little undressing of her own. She, too, grasped the hem of his shirt and began to awkwardly tug upward as her braced hand made it a little more difficult. Zack took over and quickly whipped his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor to join Amanda’s shirt and bra.
He gasped as Amanda lightly raked and teased her nails over his rib cage, abdomen, and back as she acquainted herself with his body. She blazed a trail over his skin, building his hunger for her. Her tongue traced around the hard nubs on his chest, heating his skin and sending his passion spiraling even higher when those licks from her tongue turned to tiny nibbling bites to his nipples. Feeling her hand cupping him through his jeans, and gently rubbing along his zipper, he released a deep-seated sigh of want as he felt himself grow impossibly harder.
“Oh God, Mandy!” he moaned. If she kept that up he’d never be able to take this slow. He wanted to go slow, to savor every moment, every taste. He wanted this to be a memory that never left her, a memory to replace, or at least overlay, those she had of David. He briefly considered the fact that he was way too competitive for his own good, but still, he was determined that she be his, and his alone.
He bent down, scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed, laying her down on top of the comforter and amongst the pillows. Taking his time, his fingertips very slowly and very lightly explored the line of her shoulder and down her arm. Moving up over her rib cage, back down and between her breasts, and then trailed down her abdomen and around her belly button, stopping at the top of the hip-hugging jeans that had showcased her fabulous ass. He’d been dying to remove said jeans all evening. Drowning in sensation, her eyes closed and she gasped. He lazily swept one finger back and forth across her belly, teasing just inside the low-rise waist, drawing another low groan from Amanda as her abdominal muscles tightened and she slightly shifted her hips in unspoken response.
“Ohhh…Zack.” She breathed his name and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply and thoroughly, swirling her tongue around his and pulling him to lie against her body. She wanted to feel his body against hers, skin on skin, and felt her desire grow even more. She thought she might combust if they didn’t move this along.
“I want you,” she told him huskily. “All of you.”
Zack pulled away, just very slightly, for a moment. His body was rebelling against his thoughts. He checked her feelings for any reservations, not finding any. Still he felt compelled to ask, “Are you sure, Mandy? I want you so bad that I literally ache for you. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop, if we continue for much longer, and you change your mind, babe. I don’t want to push you, but you need to make sure that this is what you want, that I am who you want. There is no going back. Tell me now what you want, or don’t want.” God, please, let her choose me. I think I’ll combust if I don’t get inside her soon.
Amanda understood what he was telling her and she tried to reason through her need of him to see if she had any qualms, but right now, in this moment, she felt none and told him so. “I want you. I want us to be together,” she huskily told him. “Now, how about some help taking off these pants? After all, you are an expert at it,” she quipped, but he could hear some nervousness leak through.
Zack released the breath he’d been holding, while waiting for her answer, and a slow devilish grin lit up his features. Reaching down, he leisurely undid the button, lightly kissing her tummy and trailing his tongue around her belly button, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. He unzipped her jeans just as gradually, teasing her with kisses and flicks of his tongue as he parted the zipper. She lifted her hips and he slowly peeled them off of her, kissing his way down her right leg, minding the sore left one, and reminding himself to see to it that he numbed all her pain throughout their lovemaking. She lay under him in bikini-cut ice-blue panties that matched her bra, and he ran his eyes over her form appreciatively.
He saw her self-consciously lay her arm and hand over the scars on her right hip and leg. He eased her arm away, holding her wrist prisoner in one large hand next to her head, and trailed his tongue over the scars, kissing his way over her hip and down her thigh to her knee.
“You’re beautiful, Mandy, inside and out, never doubt it. These scars don’t make you less so. They simply enhance all that you are. And, all that you are is wonderful.” She looked away in embarrassment and he caught her chin between his fingers. Looking her in the eye he told her again, “You are beautiful,” and watched as she blushed all over, a soft rose color that infused her pale skin.
“Pants,” she reminded him, pointing at his. “Can’t do it for you, Zack, a bit handicapped here.” She held up her bad wrist. “Though, I promise when it’s healed, I’ll be more than happy to help,” she told him with a sexy smile.
She rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow as she watched him rise and disrobe, taking in the view with great pleasure as he unbuckled his belt and slid out of his jeans and socks, appreciatively eyeing the fine lines of his taut ass. But, when he eased off his briefs and she got the full frontal affect, she stopped breathing altogether. She wasn’t sure if she was more intimidated or more aroused by what she saw, and she swallowed, hard. David had been a big man, but Zack was a big man.
He stood before her, letting her admire the view and admitted he was man enough to bask in that admiration for a few moments. He wasn’t full of himself, or in any way conceited, but he knew women appreciated
his physique. He noticed, though, when Amanda gulped, took a deep breath, and then didn’t…for a long while, and caught a larger wave of nervousness come from her.
“Breathe, Amanda,” he reminded her and then he chuckled softly as she released a long ragged pent-up breath. “I promise I won’t hurt you. We’ll take it slow and easy. By the time I get inside that tight little pussy of yours, you’ll be more than ready to take me.”
Then he prayed he would be able to live up to that promise, not the hurting part, the slow part! He wanted to bury himself in her sweet heat, right now. He’d never wanted a woman with so much urgency in his life as he did Mandy. Down, boy, he told himself. Keeping his normal dominant tendencies in check was a real bitch, especially when his cock was crying out for him to get her beneath him and simply ravish her. But, Amanda required slow and steady loving tonight, and he had no idea if she liked to play bedroom games. That was something they’d need to discuss. She seemed so soft and tender he rather doubted it.
“Now you, sweetcheeks.”
He leaned over her and she again lifted her hips, allowing him to slowly and caressingly slide her panties down her legs. They, too, joined the clothes strewn about the room on the floor. Zack gritted his teeth, took a breath, and reminded himself over and over to take it slow. Telling himself that tonight was for Mandy, not for himself.
“Baby, you are so gorgeous, so unbelievably beautiful,” he whispered softly, adoringly. His gaze, as he ran it over her body, was so intense she’d swear that she almost felt it. Goose bumps sprang up as she tracked his eyes as they raked over her.
He lay down next to her again and pulled her into his arms. He knew she was nervous and wanted her to have some time to adjust to the thought of where they were headed and get over her anxiety. He would not influence her tonight. There would be no calming and no artificial boosts to heighten her sexual arousal. He wanted her to come to him on her own, in her own way, and in her own time.
He settled her against his groin like he had that morning, her back to his chest, and just held her, moving very subtly against her buttocks. He caressed her body, running his free hand over her again and again, stroking her with his fingertips, delighting in her soft sighs and little sounds of pleasure.
When she had relaxed again, he pressed her shoulder until she was lying on her belly. He began running his mouth down her back, using his teeth to lovingly nip, and tongue to soothe and excite her all over again. She shivered as he nibbled down her spine to the small of her back where he tormented her by swirling his tongue in tiny circles from hip to hip. Trailing his tongue down her thigh and to the back of her knee brought forth another deep moan as her breathing grew harsher. When he lightly nipped the right cheek of her bottom with his teeth she moaned his name and asked him to stop, telling him that she needed more, but he ignored her.
“Babe, we have all night and I’m taking my time. I want to enjoy you.”
She groaned, not in passion but in unhappiness that he was going to make her wait, and he laughed at her, enjoying the power he held over her. Yes, it was a male thing, he admitted. He wanted her panting for him, begging, and pleading to take her—to make her his.
She rolled over to her back and tried to glare at him through a haze of desire. “You’re torturing me, you know?” She felt feverish and dizzy, every nerve ending zinged. “Please, Zack…” she trailed off with a soft gasp as he administered another love nip at curve of her waist.
Zack gazed back and very seriously told her, “I’ve only barely gotten started.” Earning another moan from her as, this time, his words fed her already bright flames of desire. Again, he bent to her mouth and kissed her already kiss-swollen lips. Thrusting his tongue in her mouth he began a familiar rhythm that was a prelude to the act of lovemaking.
He moved down her body making strategic stops to lavish attention to sensitive areas, her breasts, belly, sides and hips. There wasn’t an inch he didn’t want to touch, tease, or taste. When she reached to touch him he again pinned her good hand and pushed her down, firmly telling her, “No, tonight is for you.” She writhed beneath his mouth, and fingers, telling him over and over again, that enough was enough and that she wanted him, needed to feel him inside her. But he held back, though the restraint was nearly killing him. If she so much as touched him even once he swore he’d come like a teenage boy, too fast, too soon.
As he moved down on the bed he parted her thighs with his hand, gently caressing the soft curls and then the moist folds between her legs and she nearly shot off the bed as her arousal shot off the charts. She was already dripping wet for him and, as he lightly rubbed her clit with one sure finger, she squirmed and cried out his name. Worshipping her flat belly and inner thighs with his tongue, his fingers worked her to a fever pitch and after a few minutes she began to beg.
He laughed wickedly as he read her level of readiness for him. But he wasn’t done, yet. Oh yes, she’d told him she wanted him, told him enough was enough, begged once, but she was going to have to plead long and hard before he entered her. He wanted her to have absolutely no doubt in her mind that it was him she wanted, him she needed.
When Amanda felt one long thick finger slide inside her she cried out with shock as her body began to tremble. Slipping a second finger inside her he began a slow building rhythm and she responded by rocking against his hand. God, all she wanted was him inside her.
“Please, Zack!” she cried out again and was rewarded with another deep, almost evil, chuckle from him. Her glazed eyes opened and sought his. The deep blue of his eyes was darkened with his passion for her and hinted at his own near agony at waiting to join his body to hers.
This slow exquisite lovemaking was pure torture, a Heavenly torture. He kept a steady tempo with his fingers in her silken sheath and his thumb played at her clit and after a short while she began to feel that nearly forgotten soaring, spiraling, and out of control sensation as she built toward climax. Her body shuddered and a whimper escaped her as her vaginal muscles tightly clenched around his fingers and a flood of moisture flowed from her passage. She cried out his name again as wave after shining wave of pleasure broke over her.
He continued to gently minister to her body as she slowly came down, her body and mind recovered, and her breathing began to return to normal. He moved between her legs, pressing them to fall wider to either side and this time ravaged her with his mouth.
“Oh God! Zack, no more! Please…please!” she pleaded with him. “Stop teasing. I want you inside me.”
He almost gave in, almost. He took a deep breath and firmly locked down his own control once more. His wild eyes belied his commanding tone and she could see that waiting was torturing him too. “Not yet. Lay back and enjoy, babe. I told you. Tonight, it’s all about you.”
He flicked his tongue over her clit and she emitted a long low guttural groan that was half pain and half pleasure, and he felt her arousal begin to climb once more. He gently suckled her clit over and over, grazing the bundle of nerves with his teeth before delving his tongue into the sweet hot honey her body had produced for him.
“Mandy,” he groaned, raising his mouth from between her silky thighs. “You taste so sweet. I’ll never get enough of you, baby. Like honey with an edge of cinnamon. Do you know how wonderful you taste, sweetheart?”
“Zack, now! Please, please, please right now! I can’t take any more, really I can’t,” she gasped the words between spasms of delight as she neared that peak a second time. Amanda watched as he rose over her, planting one hand on each side of her. He leaned down and kissed her hard and deep, sharing her musky taste with her while laying a branding claim on her lips, body, and soul. She couldn’t remember ever wanting someone as badly in her life as she did Zachary, and thought she’d explode soon if she couldn’t feel him filling her.
“You’re mine, Amanda. Now, tell me, who do you want inside you?” This time he whispered seductively and more than a bit demandingly in her ear.
He felt another shudder ri
pple through her at his commanding words. He smiled to himself in satisfaction. She liked him to control her, in bed anyway, food for thought there. Earlier, he’d caught the way her breath caught and her libido climbed when he’d pinned her hands. He’d be happy to accommodate that particular sexual leaning. He’d been worried that his rather dominant sexuality would be too much for such a tender soul as Amanda possessed. He’d also been determined to rein it in and give her what she needed. He was relieved to find that her needs seemed to match his own.
“You, Zack, I want you. Only you. Always you,” was her honest and pleading answer. “Please, Zack! I swear I’m going to combust soon!” She moaned as he nipped her at her breast, the pinch of his teeth throwing her ever closer to the golden edge, her body responding with a flood of fresh hot moisture that dripped onto her thighs.
Centering himself above her, he rubbed the tip of his erection along the inside of her thighs and she gasped. Rubbing lightly between her legs to lubricate himself, and further tease her, he felt her feminine muscles at her entrance begin to ripple once more and he very nearly came before even entering her. He bit down on his bottom lip trying to gain control, he’d pushed himself much farther than he’d thought he had. When she reached down to grasp him and direct his entry he felt himself jerk in her hand and swallowed back a groan of his own.
As she positioned him within her welcoming folds he thought he’d found his very own Heaven. Very deliberately he eased just the head of his penis into her and then withdrew making her cry out in frustration.
“Zack! Please!”
Her tortured voice finally got the best of him and he slowly sank into her a little at a time, withdrawing and plunging in deeper and deeper until he was completely buried in her hot, wet, velvety, interior. The tip of his cock nudged her cervix, and his balls lay pressed against her buttocks. A contented sigh escaped them both as he settled deep inside of her. They fit together perfectly.
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