He spreads wide, forcing my knees up slightly.
"Oh my God..."
He pauses there for a second.
My entire body feels exposed and open with Heat crawling up my neck.
"You are so wet," he murmurs.
His fingers sliding through slowly.
I gasp.
He watches my face while he does it.
His thumb brushes over my clit lightly and I twitch.
"That sensitive?"
I nod without aning to.
He lowers his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue on my pussy makes my back arch instantly.
It’s slow. He drags it through , tasting, and taking his ti. My fingers tangle in the sheets holding on for dear life.
He doesn’t rush..... he takes his precious ti.
His tongue presses against firmly, then circles. Teasing and building. He sucks gently and I moan louder than I an to. My hips lifting off the bed.
His hands press down on my thighs, holding open.
"Stay," he says quietly.
The word alone makes my stomach tighten.
He licks again, deeper this ti. His tongue sliding through and then focusing right where I’m most sensitive, on my clit. I shake.
I can feel the pressure building already.
He adds a finger..... then another. Sliding them inside slowly while his mouth keeps moving.
I cry out.
My walls clench around his fingers and he groans against .
The vibration makes jolt.
He curls his fingers upward. Finding that g spot instantly and pressing down on it.
White heat flashes behind my eyes.
"Zane...."
"I know baby... I know " he mutters against .
He moves faster.
His fingers thrusting inside my wet pussy. His tongue relentless. My thighs are trembling now and my hands gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles ache.
I’m close.... So close.
He pulls back suddenly as i almost sob in frustration.
He moves up my body again, kissing over my stomach, my chest, my neck.
I’m breathing hard and my skin feels overheated.
He positions himself between my legs, lining up slowly, I think he’s going to thrust into but he stops and he looks at first.
"Tell you want this."
"I want it," I say imdiately.
"Say it properly."
I grab his shoulders.
"I want you inside ."
That’s all he needs to hear.
He pushes in slowly.
Every inch stretches open again. I gasp at the thickness, the slow slide of him filling completely.
He doesn’t move at first.
He lets feel it and get used to it.
Then he starts.
Slow and deep strokes.
Pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in steadily. The friction makes whimper and my legs wrap around his waist tighter.
He leans down, forearms braced on either side of my head.
"Still think you don’t want this?" he murmurs.
I shake my head.
He moves faster.
The slutty sound of skin against skin fills the room. My nails dig into his back. My body ets his thrusts without thinking.
The pressure builds again quickly.
He reaches between us, thumb pressing against my clit while he keeps thrusting.
That’s what does it.
I break.
My orgasm hits hard, ripping through . My back arches off the bed. My mouth opens in a sound I don’t make.
He keeps moving through it, not slowing down, chasing his own release.
A few more thrusts and he groans low in his throat, pushing deep and holding there as his body tightens.
We stay like that for a few seconds.
Breathing hard.
Sweat on skin.
He finally pulls out slowly and collapses beside .
My body feels loose and boneless.
He turns his head and looks at .
There’s no mockery there. No dominance now.
Just heat and... and sothing heavier underneath it that I can’t na
I stare back at him.
Still not sure what this makes us.
But I know one thing.
I don’t feel used like with the other guys.
I feel wanted.
After we are done catching our breath he pulls gently toward him after a while
His arm slides around my waist and tugs until my back hits his chest. I stiffen imdiately. My body reacting before my mind does.
"Don’t," I say.
My voice low.
His arm tightens slightly.
"Stop fighting Elaine."
"I’m not fighting you. I just don’t want to cuddle right now."
The word sounds stupid coming out of my mouth after everything that we just did.
His chest rises behind slowly.
"You think I don’t feel you pulling away already ?" he asks quietly.
"I am pulling awa." I admit.
Because my head is spinning, because my body still feels him inside , because I don’t know how to process the fact that my husband killed soone and I just had the most mind blowing sex with him.
His hand slides up my arm and back down, grounding .
I try to move forward but he pulls back again. This ti his leg hooks over mine, anchoring in place.
"Zane."
"What."
"I need space."
He goes silent for a few seconds. Then his voice changes.
"I didn’t want to tell you."
My breath slows.
"Tell what."
He presses his face into the back of my hair. His jaw tight against my skull.
"The man," he says. "The one I killed."
My stomach drops... he was talking about ot.
"I didn’t want you carrying it."
"Carrying what?"
He exhales.
"It was him."
My mind doesn’t imdiately catch up.
"Him who."
His arm tightens.
"The one who raped you."
The air leaves my lungs like I’ve been punched.
Everything goes still
My body. My thoughts.
"What?!."
I don’t even recognize my own voice it’s too high pitched.
"It was him," he repeats. "I found him."
My heart starts pounding again but differently now. Not fear exactly.....
More like shock spreading through my chest.
"You’re lying."
"I’m not."
I turn in his arms then. I have to see his face and he lets .
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