Page 36 of Sweet Tooth
Zane stood and helped me to my feet. Pulling me just inside the door to the stairway, he backed me up again the wall and we began ripping off each other’s clothes.
“There we go,” he hissed as he got my dress up and over my hips.
He took me in, open mouth, as if trying to decide what to go for first.
When I pulled off his pants and pulled him to me, I made the decision for us.
That first shock of him entering me sang through me as he lifted me off of my feet and plunged into me in one swift movement.
The meeting of our lips and swirling of our tongues, replaying what was going on below, just added to the celebration of sensation rippling through the rest of me.
We worked together – Zane and me.
Our hips pressed up against each other and I groaned out. “More. Please.”
“With pleasure,” he growled, drilling in me deeper.
I clasped at him with my Kegels as he thrust into me slowly and gloriously.
“Jesus Jess,” he groaned, pressing me harder into the wall so he could fuck me deeper.
All I could do was groan back. The ecstasy was building up within me and I was about to explode.
With one last thrust, my first climax throttled through me, and my screams echoed through stairwell. The pleasure spiked, obliterating me completely. Then it fell, and I noticed the cold of the concrete I was backed onto.
A shiver went through me.
“We’re not done yet,” he whispered in my ear as he brought me close. Lifted me onto his dick, then off.
All of me shuddered with the liquid joy of it. Every entrance was like a different sexual act, had its own life. And each one felt so fucking good.
“That’s it,” Zane groaned, as he sped up his thrusts and my insides rejoiced. “That’s fucking it.”
In and out. My shuddering grew, my limbs flailing appendages I seemed to have no control over.
All I could do was wrap my arms around Zane’s neck, hold on tight, kiss him hard, as he brought himself in and out of me.
I cried out again as another wave crashed over me and my muscles clenched him tightly inside of me. With a guttural groan of his own, Zane came deep in my womb, filling me up until his seed ran out of me and down my thigh. My ears were ringing and my whole body shook with the pleasure. Pleasure only he could give me.
My Zane. My love. My soulmate.
He gently lifted me off of him and set me to the ground, giving me his pocket square so I could freshen up.
Loud bangs and whistles sounded outside, and Zane opened the door, pulling me back out onto the roof behind him.
“Look,” Zane whispered, directing my chin so I’d see it.
The fireworks lighting up the sky signaled the beginning of a new year.
A new year with a new man, who wasn’t quite new.
My Zane. My love. My soulmate.
He’d been everything to me once, and now he was everything to me once more. He’d come back for me. Had never fully left me to begin with. Everything he’d done had been for us, for me. I saw that now.
For some reason, it was the yellow fireworks that attracted my gaze the most. Yellow like newness. Like hope.
While this new love of mine, growing on the ashes of the old, terrified me with its strength, with its potential for pain, I knew. I had to take the chance on Zane. I had to give in.
Because a love this strong was worth the risk. Worth everything. A love this strong was what made life worth living.
And that, was something I’d risk every time. Happily.
Zane nestled his face through my hair and into the back of my neck he whispered, “I’ll never let you go.”
Epilogue
Jessica – One Year Later
The day it happened was not just like any other. It was New Year’s, after all, but still. There’d been no clue as to what life had in store for me. Nor did I figure my life was in for much of a change.
We were in the limo, coming back from a ritzy party. The limo had been a surprise, as had Zane sweeping me off my feet – literally.
He’d carried me through the party, past the done-up couples, past Chaz, whose party it was and who high-fived him.
We’d kissed hard when the countdown had ended, and the crowd had roared – “ZERO!”
My heart had felt so full I thought it might burst. Because everything I’d hoped for had come to pass. Zane and I had made it. He’d been the best dad to Parker I could’ve asked for. Falling for Chocolates was a ridiculous success.
And now here we were, curled up in the back of the limo, quiet.
Until a song came on.
