“Zev,” I started as I tried to catch my breath.
“I need you, Tillie,” he pleaded with me before I could say anything else.
“Maybe we should talk first,” I suggested.
Zev didn’t answer. He dropped his head to my neck and began kissing along the skin there. Instantly, I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I pressed them together, but that only lasted a few seconds. The next thing I knew, Zev had lifted me causing my legs to wrap around his waist.
We were chest to chest as he began moving through the house. My shoes fell off my feet only moments before we entered Zev’s bedroom.
This was happening.
This was really going to happen.
I didn’t know what to do. I’d wanted this for as long as I could remember, so I didn’t want to stop it from happening. But he had to know the truth.
Once he lowered me to my feet beside the bed, he started kissing me again. After throwing his suit jacket off to the side, his hands went to work on completely removing the tie he’d loosened the minute we got to his parents’ house earlier in the day.
My hands had been resting on his hips, using them to keep myself steady. But before I could stop myself, they left his hips and went to the buttons of his shirt. Everything became frantic. I worked from the top button down while he worked from the bottom up.
With his shirt gone, Zev’s hands went to the zipper at the back of my dress. He unzipped the dress and brought his hands to my shoulders. Then, he watched as he slid it down my arms, and over the swells of my breasts until it pooled on the floor at my feet.
This was too much.
Too much of everything.
Emotion.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Zev kept his eyes on my nearly naked body while he started to unbuckle his belt and open his pants.
My God.
I was going to see Zev Petersen naked.
And I had a very good feeling that we were going to make love.
“Zev,” I whispered when he was standing in front of me in nothing but his underwear.
He didn’t respond with words. At least, not immediately.
Instead, he brought one hand behind my back and unclasped my bra. The ease with which he did that amazed me. My body trembled under the intense scrutiny of his gaze as he guided the straps of my bra down my arms until it fell from my body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly.
And in the next moment, I experienced ecstasy. Zev cupped one of my breasts in his hand and stroked over the nipple while he urged me to my back in his bed. Then, his mouth closed over my other breast. His tongue swirled around my nipple, teasing me.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a moan and wrapping my legs around Zev’s waist again. Once I did that, he groaned.
I liked that.
I liked it a lot.
“Zev,” I called. He didn’t answer, and I wondered if he’d heard me. Raising my voice a touch, I called his name again. “Zev, please stop a minute.”
He released my breast from his mouth and lifted his head to look me in the eyes. That look alone had me kicking myself. I never should have stopped him.
“Maybe we should slow down and talk about this first,” I suggested.
“I don’t want to talk, Tillie,” he started. “I want this pain to go away. Please. Will you make it stop hurting?”
I’d do anything to take his pain away. So, I decided I would stop trying to get him to talk. Instead, I encouraged him.
“Okay, honey,” I agreed. “Make love to me.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth when he lifted his body from mine, brought his hands to my hips, and slid my panties down my legs. With my form on display, he quickly removed his boxer briefs while never once allowing his eyes to leave my body.
And that was it.
I got to see all of Zev. He was utter perfection, just like I always believed he would be.
I only had a brief opportunity to take him in because the next thing I knew, Zev had dropped his head down toward my hip. He kissed me there as his hand traveled up my thigh. I brought a hand to the top of his head as his fingers gently touched my vagina.
The only thought running through my mind was my complete and total disbelief that this was actually happening. As Zev’s mouth moved up my body toward my chest, his fingers played between my legs.
I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping past my lips when he pushed a finger inside me.
Oh. My.
He held his finger there for just a moment until he lifted his head from my body and looked me in the eyes. Then, he began to finger me. That one finger was delivering so much pleasure, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Within a matter of minutes, I felt something happening in my body. I’d touched myself before, but it never felt like this.
My breathing grew shallow and the rapid tightening in my belly told me that I was on the verge of something huge.
Zev’s eyes remained on mine, and I found myself unable to control the sounds coming from me. I moaned. I panted. I whispered. I begged.
And eventually, I cried out, “Oh, Zev.”
My lower back arched off the bed as my shoulders pressed into it only briefly before my hands flew to his shoulders and I curled my body up toward his.
The hand that wasn’t between my legs came around to the middle of my back. Zev held me up as my orgasm tore through my body. When it left me, I lifted my forehead from his shoulder and looked at him.
“You’re so beautiful, Tillie,” he said, his voice gentle.
For the first time in days, I felt something other than pain and sorrow. So, I smiled at him. Then, I looked down at his lap and saw he was still hard.
“Do you still want this?” I asked when I turned my attention to his face again.
“I don’t want to feel the way I have for the last three days anymore,” he answered.
My mind was made up. I was going to give this to Zev. After dipping my chin once, I leaned forward and initiated a kiss with him. Seconds later, I was on my back again and Zev’s hips were positioned between my thighs.
He kissed me all over, moving from my mouth to my neck then down to my breasts, abdomen, and hips before coming back up again. And when he came back up, he positioned himself and pushed inside.
I let out a small cry as a sharp pain speared through me. Zev’s body went rigid, and he stopped moving to look down at me.
I didn’t say anything. I was too embarrassed.
On the bright side, the sudden pause in his movements gave me the time I needed to adjust to his size and the intrusion. When it no longer hurt, I took a guess as to what I should do next. I wrapped my legs around his back and tilted my hips.
I could only assume Zev took that as his cue to proceed because that’s precisely what he did. And it was beautiful. I quickly grew fond of his movements and enjoyed the feeling of him inside me. It wasn’t rushed or harsh. It didn’t feel like it was just sex. This was love. This had to be love. There was so much care and passion and tenderness in every thrust. In every touch. In every kiss.
Even though I’d spent the last three days crying, at that moment, I wanted to cry again. But it was for a completely different reason. Because what Zev gave me was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. It was magical.
For as long as he continued to move inside me, I let myself go completely. I didn’t think about anything. All I did was give myself entirely to Zev. I allowed myself to let go of the hurt and pain of everything we’d just been through and simply enjoyed having this with him.