24. Zola

Chapter 24

Zola

M y eyes were fixed on the ceiling as I listened to his gentle breathing. A part of my brain tried to warn me this was a terrible, terrible idea … horrible, but between my legs I was soaking wet.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt such a strong, almost irresistible desire for a man.

Was it the alcohol? Or maybe, if I was really honest, it was the simple, uncomplicated lust for an extremely delectable man.

Why not? He was attractive and I felt illogically safe with him … It made perfect sense on paper, but I’d never forced myself on a man who didn’t want me and I wasn’t going to start now. Alcohol always made me drowsy so I let it do its work …

I shut my eyes.

One hour later I was still wide awake. I turned to face him and the more I looked at him the more my appetite intensified.

Unable to hold back any longer, I tapped on his shoulder. “I’m hot. Are you hot? I mean you can take your shirt off.”

He didn’t respond, but it was highly unlikely he was asleep. I took my top off and threw it on the floor. My sweatpants followed. I was now only in a tank top and a thong, and it still felt like too many clothes.

I turned to my side and watched him. His hair fell over his eyes, and it made me want to reach out to tenderly brush it away. And that is exactly what I did. Still, he did not open his eyes. Because his eyes weren’t open and piercing through me as usual, I found that I could properly admire and even appreciate the beauty and magnificence of his face. He was all chiseled angles and contours, yet with an undeniable sensual softness to his mouth that made me hungry for him.

Actually, famished was closer to what I felt at that moment.

Even if I got nothing else from this trip, I would have the memory of finally sleeping with my teenage crush.

“You're not really sleeping, are you?” I whispered.

His arm came over his eyes and one corner of my lips curled in a smile. I decided then I was done waiting or susceptible to any feelings of shame. The only thing I could think about was giving my full attention to the maddening pulsing between my legs. If I had been emotionally attached to him in any way, I might have kissed him, but since I wasn’t, I rose up and positioned myself across his midriff. I tried my best to settle my weight on him as gently as I could.

My heart was racing so hard it was as though it would fly out of my chest, yet I persisted. Grabbing the hem of my tank top, I pulled it over my head and flung it away. It left me in just my bra which I considered leaving on, but when I considered what I ultimately needed to feel was the weight of him intimately pressed against me, I took it off as well.

Just a little push of the fabric of my thong to one side and his shirt up his torso, I had direct access to the warmth I desired. With both of my hands settled on his torso to stabilize myself, I slowly began to slide my wet sex against his abs. I knew he wasn’t asleep, and if he was against what I was doing he could have easily thrown me off. But he didn’t so I kept rocking against him.

My clit throbbed and found relief against him, but I needed more. I just wanted to be impaled and taken hard.

Funnily enough, he didn’t feel like a stranger. Perhaps it was because I had naively and graphically imagined doing this with him many years earlier so it registered as a familiar scenario in my head.

“Mmmm…,” I moaned as my pleasure intensified. I was so turned on I knew if I rode him for just a little while longer, I would climax. I kept up the pace when I started to get out of control. A hand grabbed my waist and I was forced to come to a stop.

My eyes shot open and met with his.

Just as I had predicted he didn’t seem groggy or surprised that I was on top of him and nude for a scrap of thong, but what I could not ever have predicted was the expression in his eyes. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from him. I had never seen him like this. His eyes were shimmering … shimmering with naked hunger.

He angled his head to the side and studied me, his eyes roving over my lips, my throat, my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, my open pussy pressed against his skin. I felt incredibly exposed but it did not make me want to get off him. On the contrary, my instinct was to shift my position and open my legs wider still to show him the pink inner core of me.

Wordlessly, he reached behind me to release my hair from my ponytail. It fell all around me, hiding the flush of my skin as fire began to lick underneath me. And I started to grind my sex once again against him.

His hand remained positioned on the sides of my hips. He watched as the pleasure began to simmer through my veins.

“Up,” he commanded suddenly.

And I froze. He wanted me to get off him.

But to my relief, he didn’t push me off. Instead, he shifted slightly under me, got rid of his shirt and flung it aside. The sensual movement of the muscles underneath his skin nearly sent me over the edge with need.

I had to admit, I was dangerously attracted to him. My chest was filling with so much excitement I was barely able to catch my breath.

His hand hooked into the waistband of his pants and in no time, he was stark naked. I could feel the hardness of his cock behind me, poking and seeking my attention. I turned to look. The hardened, flushed, upright shaft was gorgeous. It was slightly curved. His girth was one of the thickest I’d ever seen.

It was the perfect length, but before I could reach out to touch the raw glory the way I wanted to, he rested his hands on the curve of my hips and began to move the warm contact to the flat of my stomach and up my torso.

By the time his hands arrived at my breasts and cupped the full mounds, I was nearly out of breath. He leaned forward with the speed of an athlete, captured a nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard.

I couldn’t muffle my moan.

The tip of his tongue flicked and teased the engorged bud. It sent fiery sparks shooting through my body. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and before I could process his intentions, my body was pulled forward toward him.

Moments later the string of my thong snapped between his fingers. I gasped at the slight sting against my skin as he yanked it away from my body.

My legs were now wide open and my pussy was exposed to his greedy eyes. I felt his face come between my thighs and gasped. This level of intrusion and dare I say intimacy always warranted a shock, but with him it … it was more. Far more.

“Sit on my face,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust and greed.

I obeyed and the velvet rasp of his tongue as he pushed into me was so intense it was almost a shock. I’d never experienced that before.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled.

I began to feel light-headed as he continued to lick and suck on my slick sex. The pleasure kept coming in waves that reverberated through my body. Then my clit was in his mouth and he was ravaging my sex in a way that it drained all the strength from my body.

I came suddenly, explosively, my mouth opened in a silent scream, my body arching, my muscles straining, my juices flowing out and dripping into his mouth and running down the sides of his face. I was shocked by the sheer force of my climax. My hands were gripping the headboard tightly and I was still panting harshly while he gently licked at my swollen sensitive pussy.

Inside me, a different kind of hunger grew. I’d seen his cock and I’d already dreamed of it in my mouth. I found myself turning.

“My turn,” I crowed, as I curled my hand around his cock. I loved how he smelled and I couldn’t help leaning closer to breathe him in.

He smelled wonderful.

I took my time and kissed every inch of him. My lips traced kisses up the underside of his balls and up his wonderful length and girth until I arrived at the head. It was already leaking with precum so I lapped it up and savored the taste as if it was the finest wine.

I heard a sharply drawn breath from behind me, After a while he suddenly jerked me up, and put me back on his mouth, sucking harder this time. I cried out, writhed, and tried to get away, but he held me in place and carried on the delicious sucking, driving me to the edge, right to the point I was on the verge of a scream the whole floor was sure to hear.

But just before I was about to fall apart, he released me and deposited me on my back on the bed.

Our eyes met for a brief moment then his lips swooped down on mine. He tasted smoky, of whiskey and me. The kiss was excitingly rough and passionate, almost a demand for my total submission. In the rush of sensations, I lost my mind. All I could do was feel: my heart racing in my chest, warmth flooding the pit of my stomach as the intoxicating scent of sex surrounded us both.

As I unraveled before him, he reached down and slipped a finger in. I tried to contain the mind-numbing pleasure that was rushing through my body as my muscles spasmed, and my pulse raced out of control. Another finger joined the first one, then his thumb began to roll against my clit.

And that was it.

I came so hard I screamed. Or perhaps it was an endless, pitiful whimpering, I would never be able to tell. I recalled grabbing onto him, in search of an anchor because it felt as if I was falling into a deep, unfathomable abyss from which there was no return.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me, firm and precise while his kisses deepened. Sensory overload was what it was and I savored every single bit of it.

Immediately afterward, I needed to move away from him, to give my heart and body the space they needed to recover. He let me and I found a cool spot on the bed and collapsed, an overheated, exhausted sprawled wreck on the bed.

I felt him come over to me. His presence and sensuality were just too much. He held my jaw and once again I was kissed senseless. This one was more sensual than the others and I felt like I would melt into a puddle by the time he was done.

He lifted his head, but before I could speak, I caught sight of his erect cock. I couldn’t resist its call and found myself uncoiling my body and taking the length in my hand. Our eyes locked as I slowly and deliberately circled the leaking head with my tongue. His taste was wonderful … clean and intoxicating. I took the whole thick head into my mouth and sucked hard, but I felt as if I still couldn’t get enough.

My hand began to stroke up and down the silky-smooth rod, my grip firm. His eyes became hooded and his breathing heavy. Soft groans came from deep within his throat.

They spurred me on. I must be doing something right. I continued to pump him, my head bobbing up and down while my tongue licked and lapped up as much of him as I could. It didn’t take long before his hand was grabbing the sheets and he was almost wrenching them off the bed. With a fierce roar, he spilled into my mouth. A steady heated stream that I swallowed eagerly.

I basked in his taste and afterward, I couldn’t help but lay my head on his broad chest to rest. I could hear the steady drumming of his heartbeat and felt cocooned in the warmth emanating in waves from his body. It wasn’t long till exhaustion completely overcame me and I was unable to keep myself awake.