Page 26 of Sweet Tooth
Like wild animals acting on pure instinct, we gravitated to one another. I wanted him; fuck did I want him.
We kissed and tore off our clothes, pushed ourselves onto each other, and sank to the cool floor.
He pinned me to the floor and that first slip inside of me felt like fucking heaven!
Last night had been quick and needy. Now, we were savoring the feel. Zane thrust slow and deep, filling and stretching my pussy until I shook underneath him. I locked my legs around his hips, keeping him deep inside me, urging him to go further. I needed to feel every inch of his glorious cock buried inside me.
“Fuck yes,” Zane said, looking down at me with a gleam in his eyes. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“More,” was all I could groan as we twisted on the floor.
He flipped us over in one graceful move.
Now, I was on top of him, riding him hard and fast. I ground down over him, taking all of him inside and feeling his balls slap my ass.
He pulled me forward and took a nipple into his mouth to suckle as I continued to ride him.
We kissed and groaned, both of us shaking with the building inevitability.
And then, suddenly, Zane flipped me around and plowed me, as I lost it.
Broken chunks of syllables slipped out of my mouth as everything got muffled and edged in red.
I felt the waves of my orgasm washing over me, nearly stealing my breath with the intensity of it all. Zane continued to plunge into me, a wild look in his eye that said he wanted me to come again. So I did.
I came again as his merciless cock thrust into me. Over and over and over.
Another orgasm was just flooding through me as one low growl seeped out of Zane’s lips and he collapsed onto me, both of our bodies clasped together as he unleashed himself inside of me.
I don’t know how long we lay there, only that the coolness of the floor tiles seeped into my consciousness.
I opened my eyes to find Zane’s on me.
“What?” I asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
“I’ll never get tired of looking at you. Of how beautiful you are,” he said, his voice full of emotion.
I blinked back the tears that pricked the backs of my eyes and said nothing.
He looked around the kitchen for a minute, then turned to me. “Now where were we.”
I stepped back. “I was going to the bathroom and you were making us dinner.”
His face showed disappointment, though he mustered up a smile. “Dinner, right.”
In the bathroom, I washed up and got dressed, careful not to look at my reflection too closely. I didn’t know what I was doing. Why I couldn’t stay away or say no. Why every time he looked at me, my resolve crumbled to nothing.
I didn’t know. Not anymore. Being around Zane obliterated all rational thought in me.
Like it always had.
“Dinner’s ready when you are,” Zane called from outside.
“That was fast,” I said, coming out.
He shrugged, grinned. He was in his clothes now too. “They’re pre-cooked salmon, if I’m being perfectly honest. But super good,” he added.
Sitting down at the plate Zane had set up for me, all it took was one bite for me to know. “Yeah. You were right, this is super good.”
Zane smiled, not taking his eyes off me as he forked some for himself.
As we ate, I tried to think about how to bring up before. Zane had asked me a question, but I missed it.
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s fine,” Zane said, his fork speared with asparagus now. Then, “You still don’t trust me. Do you?”
I looked up to find Zane’s gaze still on me, expectant. “Can you blame me?”
“No,” Zane admitted. “Though I hope that in time I can earn that trust again.”
My heart swelled with his words, then fell. “What, so you can break it like last time?”
Way to ruin the moment, Jess.
But Zane didn’t look angry or annoyed. Only sad.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I never meant to hurt you so badly. I just wanted to give you space so you could have the best life. Space so we could both grow.”
“Seven years is not space,” I said quietly. “Seven years is goodbye. And you never told me about how you knew about Paul and Parker.”
Zane took a sip of water. His lips opened, then closed. Then opened again.
“When I heard you were in California for business school after a few years, I went to go see you. Wanted to surprise you. I’d found out from Tamara where you were at, the place you worked. I stopped at the restaurant next door and I stuffed my face, trying to get enough courage to approach you. While I was doing that, on my way to the bathroom, I saw a couple. The woman was laughing at something the man had said, her hand resting casually on her belly. Her pregnant belly.”
