Page 44 of Dirty Like Zane
He’d spent thenight.
It was the first time since our wedding night that we’d spent the whole night together. That we’d slepttogether.
That we’d fuckingcuddled.
We were naked together under the sheet as his fingers slid over my clit, moving around and around, drawing lazy little circles as he gradually increased the pressure and my body woke up to thepleasure…
Kinda made it increasingly difficult to think about anything elseclearly.
All I knew was that we were taking bigger and bigger risks here. And not just the risk of gettingcaught.
We were riskingeverything.
Everything that mattered tome.
At the moment, with Zane’s hand between my legs and his teeth biting gently into my neck, I just couldn’t find a shit to give aboutit.
I shifted my hips, slowly riding his hand as he kissed my neck, grinding my ass against him. Against his cock, which was standing at attention, long and hard and nestled between my buttcheeks.
You wanted to let a guy know, without words, that you were down to fuck… that was pretty muchit.
He groaned in his smoky, rough morning voice, gripped my hip and rolled me over onto my back. Then he was on me in one smooth motion, his toned body poised over mine as I hitched my legs up around hiships.
His eyes met mine. The sun was hitting the side of his chiseled face, setting his blond hair aglow. It hit his eyes; a clear ice-blue, whitish flecks in the irises… the velvety black of his pupils, the golden tips of his darklashes.
He pushed into me and I closed myeyes.
Slow. He filled me slow. He moved against me slow, and he started kissing my face. He kissed me everywhere he could reach… My throat, my shoulders, mychest.
I started kissing him, too. His shoulders, his neck… his chest. I flicked his pierced nipple with my tongue, sucked it into my mouth, making him groan. I kissed my way up his throat until our lips suddenly met and we meltedtogether.
We slithered against one another, our bodies undulating in a reciprocal rhythm, our hearts beating together, our breathing becoming one panting, shuddering rhythm as our mouthsfused.
This wasn’tfucking.
Nope; we were no longerfucking.
This time, we were makinglove.
We clutched at each other, every muscle in both of our bodies locked up tight. As the delicious friction built between my legs, the pleasure radiated through me, my entire body aching for the release of this sweet, sweet pressure. I bore down on him, riding his dick and rubbing myself against him as hard as Icould.
He broke our kiss,gasping.
“Fuck, Maggie… Come on mycock.”
“Yeah…” Ibreathed.
“Give it to me,” he ordered, kissing my face. “I want to watch youcome…”
He pounded into me, rolling his hips, digging for fucking gold—until he made me come. The orgasm tore through my body; a hot, fucking delicious burst… then it washed through me in waves and sparks. I was pretty sure I made a bunch of ridiculous, greedy, ecstaticsounds.
But it was like my brain and my body were in two different worlds. My brain, briefly disconnected from reality, projected somewhere into outer space… while my body writhed and screamed in Zane’sarms.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I can’t get enough of that. Can’t get enough of you like this… so fucking tight. You’re fucking strangling me,sweetheart…”
He kept groaning, muttering dirty shit all the way through my orgasm. And it felt so fuckinggood.
Amazing, otherworldlygood.
