I reached between us, which was awkward, but I managed, and took his cock in my hand. He was long and hard. I rubbed him from his balls to his tip. He was wet and warm. The biggest I’d ever touched, and I wanted to put my mouth on him. Yet, I hesitated.
There was something almost more intimate about oral sex. The second I put my mouth on him, he would know the things I was hiding. So I didn’t do it. Instead, I kissed him with all the passion I could muster.
He grew even harder under my touch, until he pushed my hand away. “No more. I want to be inside of you.”
Zeke pressed a finger inside of me.
“You are so wet.” He took it out and sucked on his own finger. My mouth fell open. What was he doing? “And I love the way you taste. You made me so hard, I’m going to come in your hand like a teenager if I’m not careful next time. I’m going to put my mouth on you and eat you until you give me your juices right onto my tongue.”
He pressed his finger back in.
“I know. I promised you orgasms, and it is my ultimate pleasure to give you one right now.”
I didn’t know if I could go off like that. It wasn’t easy for me to get to completion. But the second his finger found my clit it was as though my body turned on. A buzz started in my head and traveled down my spine until I was shaking with want. Still, I wasn’t there. Zeke leaned down to kiss me, whispering in my ear.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Layla. You can let yourself go with me. I’ve got you.”
I knew he did. He kept proving that over and over. And I’d wanted him forever. It was the sound of his voice in my ear that did me in. I exploded around his fingers, so hard that the feeling of his finger on me was suddenly too much. As pleasure took me over, I was too sensitive. It was…
“Too much.” I panted, grabbing on to my eyes then my nose, like my skin was too tight on my body.
He stopped. “It’s okay, Layla. I’m going to get to know your clit so well that the next time we do this, she’ll be ready for me. No one has been taking care of you, and you have to get used to it.”
Zeke kissed me then. Long, luxurious joinings as though he wasn’t hard and aching for completion. But I needed it. This moment where it was like he just let me breathe through what had just happened. Pleasure so intense, it had actually altered how I felt inside. How could that be? Why hadn’t I known that was a possibility?
He lifted his head. “We can stop right here. Go to bed. There’s no need to take this any further tonight if you don’t want to.”
That wasn’t what I wanted. The last thing, in fact. “Come inside of me.”
He nodded. “Love to.”
He scooted us closer before he reached over me to open a drawer. I blinked, confused, until I realized what he was doing. Condoms. Yes, I was glad he’d thought on it. I’d gotten on the pill in preparation for my wedding because I’d thought at some point, I’d be asked to get pregnant and I could stop the pill to do that. But I’d never had sex without a condom. What was the matter with me not thinking about that?
Zeke handed me the foil. “Put it on me.”
I nodded, even though that wasn’t really a question. I tore open the foil. “Roll onto your back?”
He smirked at me. “Sure. If that’s how you want it.”
I actually didn’t. I just wasn’t sure I could get the condom on him any other way. I was awkward at best. Right then, I didn’t care. I slipped it on him, loving the way his muscles twitched as I touched him, and his cock lengthened even further in the process.
When I finished, I gave him my best sultry smile, which I had to hope didn’t look deranged. “I’d rather you were on top.”
Zeke pounced on me, fast. “Whatever you want, princess. That’s what I want, too.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m not a princess.”
“Yes, you are.” He kissed me again. “It’s amazing that you don’t know it.”
Zeke was gentle as he pushed inside of me. Inching in until I accommodated all of him. “You’re so tight. Fit me like a glove.”
I was having trouble finding words, so it was great that he didn’t need any. He kissed me as he moved in and out, each stroke came with him saying something wonderful. I almost couldn’t keep up with his adoration. I just knew they moved through me as smoothly as his cock did as it thrust in and out, eventually picking up speed until I was desperate for completion. The same feeling as before overtook me as I was close to coming. The need for him, the connection, the explosion that pleasure created right before it was all consuming.
I bucked beneath him, coming all at once with no warning. Mine must have triggered his because soon he followed me there, my name on his lips, his strong arms keeping him from collapsing on me as he did.
Those same arms held me while I shook through the aftermath. I hadn’t known it could be like that. I hadn’t the imagination to picture it.
When he kissed me, pulling out to get a towel to clean us both, I was still in a haze. Enough of one to curl up against him when it was offered and let him hold me for the few seconds it took for my mind to completely shut down to sleep. The deepest, darkest, happiest rest there ever was.
I woke up before he did once again. He slept with one arm draped over me, the other supporting my head on his arm. His eyes were closed as he faced me, once again silently asleep. There was hardly any light in the room, and I wasn’t sure what had woken me. His face wasn’t restful, and he made a sound in his throat that didn’t sound happy, more like a pleasureless groan.
The poor guy. He was having a bad dream, that’s what had roused me. As gently as I could, I ran my hand through his hair. I didn’t know how to comfort people from a bad dream. We really hadn’t had that in our lives, and it was better if we didn’t get sick in the middle of the night because rousing my father for help was like poking a starving bear. He was just as likely to holler than help.
But we’d helped each other, Hope, Bridget, and me. Sometimes, we’d climbed in each other’s beds just to hold on when the nights were long. I did like to have my hair stroked, maybe he would, too.
He shifted slightly, his features evening out before his eyes opened to slits. “Hey, princess.” His voice was low. “Was I snoring?”
I shook my head. “No.” Better not to mention his nightmare if he didn’t remember it. That might be uncomfortable for him.
He kissed me. I hadn’t expected it, but I quickly kissed him back. In this early morning where we were both hardly awake, it was so sweet that he’d done that. He slipped his hands between us, finding my clit and rubbing it gently. I gasped against his mouth.
“Zeke.” I didn’t know exactly what I was asking for, but I wanted more. That much I knew. I pushed against his finger, asking him to do it harder. Unlike the night before, it didn’t seem like there was such a thing as too much right then.
I wasn’t sore; I was needy.
I reached between us and found his cock. He was hardening already, and I took him in my hand, giving it a strong hold so that I could stroke him while he did the same for me. We moaned against each other, our foreheads pressing together like they were magnets that couldn’t stay apart.