by SJ McCoy
She nodded. Her breath was coming slowly. He couldn’t resist watching her heavy breasts rise and fall. “I’m sure.”
He smiled and stepped between her legs, keeping a little distance between them at first. He slid his fingers up into her hair and pulled her head back. Her plump, pink lips begged for him to taste them, and he did. He started out slowly, but once he slid his tongue into her mouth and she opened up for him, he was lost. He leaned into her, pressing his aching cock into the heat between her legs. She grasped his shoulders tight and moaned into his mouth, making him drop his hands to grasp her ass and rock his hips against her.
She wrapped her legs around his and clamped him to her as she moved in time with him. She felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He needed to be inside her.
He lifted his head and looked down into her eyes. She was panting now, her eyes wide with desire. “Please don’t tease me anymore, Zack. I want this. I want you.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, wanting to throw her down right there on the kitchen floor and give her what she wanted. “Show me where.”
She slid down from the stool, took his hand and led him up the stairs. His cock was throbbing, desperate to be out of his jeans and inside her. He closed the door behind them and then pressed her up against it.
There was nothing shy or hesitant about the way she tugged at the bottom of his T-shirt. He helped out, tugging it up and off. He thrust his hard-on between her legs as she ran her hands over his bare chest.
“I can’t believe you’re in here.” She smiled at him. “I don’t mind telling you that I’ve dreamed about this.”
He closed his hands around her breasts and then dropped his head to mouth each nipple in turn, drawing more of those little sighs and moans from her. “I don’t mind telling you that I’ve dreamed about this, too.”
She chuckled. “So, let’s make each other’s dreams come true.”
He didn’t need telling twice. While she tugged at his zipper and pushed his jeans down, he slid his hands inside her top and teased her nipples between his fingers.
She moaned again and slid her hand inside his boxers. His breath caught in his throat as she closed her fingers around him and began to stroke up and down the length of him. “Does that feel good?”
He nodded and twisted the now stiff peaks of her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp. “Does that?”
“Yes!” she breathed.
He hated to let go, but he had to see her naked. He stepped back out of her grasp and slid her pajama bottoms down. She was as eager as he was and pulled her top off then leaned back against the door. He pushed his boxers down and kicked out of them and his jeans without taking his eyes off her.
“I’m not small.”
He met her gaze. “You’re perfect.”
She smiled. “Thank you. So are you.”
He leaned his weight against her and closed his eyes as his aching cock pressed into the heat between her legs. All that was keeping them apart was the cotton of her panties and it wouldn’t be able to keep him out for long. He reached down and slid his finger inside. She was hot and wet, and she moaned again when he traced his finger over her entrance. She rocked her hips and rubbed herself against his hand. He’d only intended to see if she was ready, but the way she moved so eagerly made him want to give her more. He teased her clit and she moaned loudly and bit into his shoulder.
“Please, Zack.” The way she said it made him ache.
“Please, what?” He moved his hand faster and slid a finger inside her. “Is this better?”
Her eyes glazed with pleasure, and she leaned her head back against the door, panting and moaning as he worked her.
She reached out and closed her fingers around him, but he moved away. He wanted to focus on her first. He kissed her deeply and she clung to him, it was all he could do not spread her legs. Instead, he dropped to his knees and pulled her panties down, then nuzzled his face between her legs.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh, God. Zack.”
He flicked his tongue over her. She tasted so sweet. He held her open and sank his tongue inside. Her thighs clenched around him and her flesh quivered under his touch as he sucked and tasted, taking her to the edge. She was rocking her hips and moaning. He knew what she needed. He leaned back and looked up into her eyes as he licked his fingers and then sucked them. Her lips moved, but only a needy little sound came out. He smiled and rested his fingers at her entrance while he returned his attention to her clit, taking the little bud between his lips and sucking hard. He felt her tense and thrust his fingers deep inside her, moving faster and faster until she screamed, and her inner muscles clenched around him, gripping him tightly as she rocked desperately in time with him. He sucked harder. Loving the taste of her as she let go.
When she stilled, he slowly withdrew his fingers and looked up into her eyes. She was flushed and panting, and she’d never looked more beautiful. “You well and truly finished me off.”
He smiled and got to his feet. “No, I’ve only just warmed you up.” He led her to the bed and lay her down on it. “We’re just getting started.”
~ ~ ~
Maria licked her lips as he lay down beside her.
“When you said you wanted me, did you mean you wanted my fingers?”
She shook her head—though she might have, if she’d known what they could do.
“Did you mean you wanted my mouth on you?”
She shook her head again—though she’d never refuse the offer, now she knew how talented his lips and tongue were.
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down into her eyes as his fingers closed around her breast. “What did you mean?”
She swallowed. He wanted her to say it? She reached down and touched him, enjoying the way his eyes closed for a moment and he drew in a deep breath.
“What do you want?”
She smiled. “I want this.”
He rocked his hips. “Like this? You want my cock in your hand?”
She shook her head. There was no point being shy with him now. If he wanted to hear it, she’d be happy to tell him. “I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me, Zack.” Even as she said it, she could feel him get hotter and harder in her hand.
He positioned himself above her and she spread her legs wide. “I want to be inside you. I want to bury my cock inside your hot, wet pussy.”
She nodded. Understanding now how the words added to the pleasure.
“I want to fuck you.” The tip of him was pressing at her entrance, hot and hard.
She writhed under him needing him to do it. She was making those noises again. She couldn’t help it. She moaned as she lifted her hips, needing him to make good on his words. “Do it,” she gasped.
He gave her a half smile and pushed a little deeper. Enough to send waves of need crashing through her, but not enough to satisfy them.
“Please, Zack,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
He thrust his hips hard and she screamed as he filled her. He was so big, so hard. He filled her and stretched her with every thrust of his hips, driving deep inside her faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around him and clung on as he plundered her body and her mouth. She was powerless to resist him, and she didn’t want to. He was claiming her, making her his, and all she could do was go with him as he pounded into her. With each thrust the tension was building inside her, mounting and mounting until she couldn’t take any more. She grasped his shoulders tightly, sinking her nails into his skin as she screamed her release. He kept going, giving her no respite until he, too, tensed and found his release deep inside her. She saw stars as he carried her away on a wave of pleasure like she’d never known before. By the time they lay still she was spent. She hugged him close and ran her fingers through his hair.
He lifted his head and smiled at her tenderly. “Did we make any dreams come true?”
She chuckled. “No. I hadn’t even dreamed it could be that good.”
> He planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Me neither. I had no idea.”
Chapter Eight
There was no awkwardness between them afterward. That was something he’d been concerned about. She’d become such a good friend to him, he’d hate it if taking their friendship to a different level—the physical level—were to change the closeness he felt with her.
As she reheated the coffee and grinned at him, he knew he needn’t have worried. “Well, I guess we’ve crossed that line now, haven’t we? There’s no going back.”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t want to. I’ve waited a long time for this.”
She smiled happily. “Me, too. And I don’t mind telling you that you were more than worth the wait.”
“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you.”
“I don’t think you could if you tried.” She came and set a fresh mug down in front of him.
He caught her arm and drew her to him. “You’re amazing.”
She chuckled. “Thank you, though I’d say you’re the amazing one. You did most of the work. I just had to lie back and enjoy.”
He landed a kiss on her lips. “You were hardly passive. In fact, I seem to remember you were quite vocal.”
She hung her head. “Sorry, I can’t help it. It’s like the croissants. I don’t know that I’m doing it, but when I’m enjoying something, I like to a make a noise about it, apparently.”
He chuckled. “Don’t ever apologize. I love it.”
She gave him a wicked smile. “Yeah. I noticed that you like me being vocal.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, but he had a feeling he already knew.
“You like me to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you trying to make me say it again?”
He winked at her. “Only if you want me to do it again.” His cock was already starting to stir. She was right. It turned him on so much when she said it, when she told him she wanted his cock inside her—when she wanted him so badly that she begged him to give it to her.
She raised her eyebrows at him. “Right now?”
He nodded and let his gaze wander over her. “You don’t want to?”
She nodded and ran her tongue over her bottom lip, making his cock stand to attention in a hurry. “Let me just …” She took the mugs over to the sink and turned the coffee-pot off. “We’ll never get breakfast at this rate.”
He followed her to the counter and slid his arms around her waist before she could turn around.
“Oh!” She looked back over her shoulder at him. “I thought you meant we should go back upstairs.” He kissed the back of her neck, and keeping one arm around her waist, he slid her pajamas down with his other hand.
“Not necessarily,” he breathed.
She rubbed her ass against him, torturing him through his jeans. He unfastened them and pushed them down in a hurry. “We could just stay right …” He slid his cock between her legs and pulled her back against him, “… here.”
“Zack,” she breathed and gripped the counter, leaning forward against it.
He cupped her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them wide.
“Fuck me, Zack.”
Hearing her say it was all he needed. He held her hips back against him and thrust deep, loving the way she screamed as he buried himself inside her. She was so wet, so tight, he lost himself inside her as she pushed back against him, taking each thrust deep and hard. He reached around to touch her, wanting to make sure she was getting what she needed. It seemed she was as she moved frantically under him gasping and moaning as she took him deeper. He pulled back and looked down, almost taking himself over the edge as he watched himself pull out and then plunge inside her over and over. He rolled her clit between his finger and thumb and saw her knuckles whiten as she gripped the counter harder. “Oh, God! Fuck me, Zack!”
Her words took him over the edge, and he buried himself deep and let go. Her inner muscles clenched him tight, over and over again as her orgasm took her and he spilled his need deep inside her.
His legs felt like jelly when they finally straightened up. She turned around and looped her arms up around his neck. “Wow! I wasn’t expecting that.”
He brushed his lips over hers. “I wasn’t either. But I think a little surprise is good every now and then.”
She laughed. “Every now and then—or every day would be fine by me.”
He held her close to his chest. Every day would be more than fine by him, too. But her words reminded him that that they had a lot to figure out. How could they be together every day without people noticing what was going on? And there was also this minor detail of him not being here all the time anyway. Clay had said they were free and clear until a week from Monday, but then they’d be flying him back to Nashville. His job meant that he and Luke flew Clay wherever he wanted to go, whenever he wanted to go. Fortunately, now that he was engaged to Marianne, Clay mostly wanted to be here at the lake, but Nashville was still home base.
Maria’s smile had faded as she watched his face. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “I love the idea of being able to do this with you every day. It’s just that my mind got caught up in how to make that possible.”
~ ~ ~
Maria couldn’t help smiling to herself as she fixed them a drink later that afternoon. Today had been the perfect day, as far as she was concerned. They’d started out with a bang—literally—and then followed it up with dessert in the kitchen. Her tummy flipped over at the memory of how he’d taken her from behind this morning, up against the kitchen counter no less! She wouldn’t consider herself to be prim and proper in the bedroom—but she was hardly very worldly, either. She chuckled at the thought—never mind the bedroom, she’d been completely inexperienced in the kitchen until this morning.
They’d showered and she’d gotten dressed after that and then they’d spent the day hanging out here. Even when she’d tried to make herself think seriously last night about what hiding their relationship would mean, she hadn’t thought very deeply. She hadn’t gotten as far as realizing that they wouldn’t be able to do all things a normal couple would do. Like go out for a walk on the beach and hold hands or go to town and browse the stores or even go to lunch at the Boathouse. They’d done that yesterday, as friends, but Zack thought—and he was right—that they probably shouldn’t do it two days in a row.
She looked up when he came to join her in the kitchen. “Can I do anything to help?”
“I was just bringing these back in. Are you going to be hungry? I know we can’t go out, so I was starting to think about what I can make.”
He came to her and closed his arms around her. “We can order something from Giuseppe’s. We probably shouldn’t go out, but I don’t want you to have to cook.”
“I don’t mind. I like to cook on the weekends. I’m often too tired to bother in the week.”
He looked sad.
“What’s the matter?”
He planted a kiss on her forehead. “You have to go back to work tomorrow, don’t you.”
“Yeah. But you’re still here for another week. At least it’s not you going back to work.”
He smiled. “Does it come naturally to you?”
“What?”
“Always finding the bright side?”
She shrugged. “It didn’t used to. I used to spend a lot of my time worrying about things that might go wrong and seeing the worst in things. One day I realized that even though I can’t control what happens, I can control the way I feel about it. If you look for the bright side you tend to be happy and hopeful, but if you look for the worst in things, you end up miserable. Since I can control how I feel most of the time, I choose to be happy as much as I can.”
He rested his chin on top of her head. “I love that about you. You’re just a little positive peanut.”
She laughed and looked up at him. “Seriously? A peanut?”
; He laughed. “Yeah, why not. It’s cute—and you’re cute.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you say so. But come on, let’s go and check out Giuseppe’s menu. I’m getting hungry and it’ll take them a while to deliver.”
~ ~ ~
After they’d eaten pizza, Zack insisted that he should clean up. Maria had waited on him all day. She didn’t seem to mind, but he didn’t want her getting the idea that that was how he expected or wanted things to be.
She smiled at him when he came back into the living room with two glasses of wine. “You didn’t need to do that you know. I feel bad. You’re in my house; I should be a better host.”
He sat down on the sofa beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. “Do you see me as your guest and you as the host?”
She shook her head with a smile.
“Me neither. You said it this morning and it made me happy. I want there to be an us, too. And if there is, then I’m going to pull my weight, not just mooch off you.”
She laughed. “You’re hardly mooching.”
“I know, but you know what I mean. I want you to be my lady, and I want to take care of my lady. I guess, the way I grew up, there were very fixed gender roles. The men worked and the women took care of the house. I’m not looking for that.” He felt dumb as he explained it. He should hardly be laying out how he saw a good marriage working—not when they’d only just started seeing each other.
Maria didn’t seem to mind. “I grew up in that kind of community, too. And I’m sure as hell not looking to live that way. So, thank you.” She laughed. “I suppose we should just get it straight up front. I don’t mind doing for you—just don’t come to expect it.”
He laughed with her. “Fair enough. As long as you remember that I don’t mind doing for you and you can expect it.”
“Aww.” She rested her head against his shoulder and looked up into his eyes in the way that made his heart feel like it was melting. “You’re so sweet. You look like a big grouchy macho man, but when you scratch the surface, you’re all soft underneath.”