Zach

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I turned on every single light in preparation for her arrival. And then turned a few off. Because, Jesus, everything I did right now was overkill. Offering rides, inviting her over, installing a wine fridge in the kitchen filled with rosé, because she told me it was her favorite.

I rubbed a hand over my face and tried to remember if I’d forgotten anything. The wine she liked, those truffle potato chips she mentioned on the phone the other night—the ones she lusted after, but never bought cause they were seven bucks a bag. And, yeah, a big-ass box of condoms.

My cock was hard just thinking about them. Christ, I’d been hard off and on all week. Just hearing her voice and getting those texts. But I wanted to feel her against me again. I wanted to suck in her female smell and taste her when she came. I palmed my dick and willed it to go down. We hadn’t agreed to sex tonight, and no way was I pushing her to do it if she wasn’t ready.

Maybe I should go to the bathroom and make myself come. Just to take the edge off, because if I stayed like this, I’d be—

A knock, louder than I was used to with the new knocker.

Okay. Shit.

I walked to the door, pulled it open and, goddamn, she smelled good. Already, from here, I got a whiff. A perfume, which she hadn’t worn the last time, but she was there behind it.

“Hey,” was all I could manage. Slick as hell.

Something fell to the floor with a plastic bag rustle and she was in my arms. Soft. Real.

Our mouths met, hard, lips opening fast, tongues meeting, devouring. Our teeth clashed, but even that felt good—right, like we needed to meet on all fronts to make this count.

My shoulder jammed into something—the open door. I shut it and followed her as she stumbled back the two steps to lean on it.

It was impossible to find a spot for my hands to settle. Behind her head, on her side, stroking down to squeeze her hip, then behind her, where I cupped her bottom. Her legs made their way around my waist, I pulled her up and…

“Fuck, you feel good.”

She made that long, low Mmmmm sound I’d been dreaming about all week. I wanted to record it, bottle it, keep it with me and add it to my daily soundtrack.

“I love that sound.”

Instead of asking what I meant, she tightened her arms around my shoulders and wound her fingers into my hair, pulling me in. There was no room between us now. My cock pressed right up against that hot, ready place.

Like two parts of a well-oiled machine, we moved together, like we’d been doing this for years.

I was hard and ready and I wanted her. I wanted this, now.

“Is this good?”

“It’s good,” she said, sounding out of breath and eager.

“What should I…”

Her hips moved against mine with a rhythm that suited me perfectly and, if I just pretended, I could imagine how much better this could be.

“I want you in me.”

I stilled, my breath the only sound in the room. Possibly the entire world.

“I don’t…” Oh, God, don’t let me say anything stupid. I mean, I’d never done it, but I thought about it. All. The. Time. And I wanted it. With this woman. “I don’t know how to do this. Fuck.” I leaned back, loving the feel of our bodies entwined below the belt. Loving how it felt to carry her weight.

“I guess this position isn’t too practical.” She let out a long, slow exhalation as her legs slid to the floor. One of her feet rustled the bag as it landed. “I bought condoms.”

Those words ramped me right back up.

“So you want this? It’s not just the heat of the moment talking?”

“No. I mean, no, it’s not the heat of the moment.” She sounded breathy and excited. “I don’t usually… I’ve never… I’m not a big dirty talker. I’m not so…” She huffed out a self-deprecating sound, struggling for the right word.

“Brazen?” I supplied, and she laughed.

“Exactly. I usually skirt around the issue of sex. Until it just kind of happens.”

Inside I’m a freaking caveman, thumping my chest. She wants me. Nobody else.

“What’s different here?”

“Everything.” She pauses, maybe hesitant. “What’s different for you?”

How could I explain this? The sensation of being around her, talking to her? The way she made me feel? Like my life existed outside these walls. Like I could do things I’d never imagined possible.

I cleared my throat and tried for humor. “Don’t get out much. In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“So you…go for the one person to visit you?”

“No. No, I don’t mean that.” The door was hard and we were standing here and I wished we were someplace soft, where I could lean in and touch her face, feel her expression, not just hear it. “I mean, we were never super sociable, me and my granddad. But after he passed, I stopped going out as much. And then a couple years ago… All the sounds and people and smells. It was too much for my brain. Overwhelm or overload or something. I have friends. I mean, people do visit occasionally and I’ve got people online, but, this way, it’s on my terms.”

She made a little I’m listening noise in her throat, which I assumed meant she wanted more. I forgot how much women needed to dissect things.

“When you showed up, every bit of you sort of slotted in. Or made sense, or fit me, I guess. Like everything else is pain and dissonance and you walked in and you’re this perfect, sweet melody. You get that?”

Her loud inhale should have told me what she was thinking, but I was clueless until she spoke.

“Yeah, Zach.” The backs of her fingers made a raspy sound as she stroked my jaw.

“Shoulda shaved.”

“No.” The word was faint, almost whispered. With a smile, maybe. “No, this is perfect. You’re perfect.” She cupped my chin, leaned in, and whispered into my ear, “And I need you inside me. Tonight. Now.”

With her musical laughter egging me on, I slung her over my shoulder, wanting to run up the stairs. Instead, I used restraint and walked.

“Wait!” she giggled from where she hung against my back. “The condoms.”

“Oh, I’ve got condoms.” I grabbed her ass hard in one hand and she let out a happy squeal. “We’ll come down if we use ’em all.”

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Veronica

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Yes. God, yes, he was doing it right.

He hauled me up the steps like a fireman. Or a caveman. And I loved it.

Down a dark hall, into a dark room, where he set me on the bed, opened a drawer and pulled out a box.

It took a second or two for me to realize he wasn’t moving, but just stood beside me, box in hand, breathing hard.

“You okay?”

“You know how many times I’ve imagined this?” He gave a gruff little growl. “Fuck. Can’t believe I’ve never actually done what comes next. I want to make it good for you.”

I was almost afraid to ask, “What do you picture or how do you…” I shook my head and scooted up the bed to his pillows. “What do you imagine?”

“It’s surreal, I guess, now that I think about it.” I could make out his grin in the dark, so I relaxed a tiny bit. “There’s no clothing. I’m just naked. And hands come out.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It’s been your hands, the past few times.”

Oh, I felt that in my belly. Following whatever instinct that was, I went to him, pried the condoms from his grasp, and put them on the bedside table, then stood on tip-toes, moved in close, and whispered against his ear. “Let’s get your shirt off.”

He didn’t help me, really, besides shifting aside, nor did he get in my way as I unbuttoned the shirt, yanked it off, and threw it on the floor.

I moved my hands to his waist and he stopped them with his. “Let’s do your dress,” he said, sending a trail of goose bumps from my neck down my arm, to my fingers where they touched his skin.

“Okay.” I lifted my arms and waited for him to undress me.

“Definitely Dupioni silk.”

My giggle was abruptly cut off when he threw the dress over a chair and turned to rub his hand down my side and back up, his thumb brushing my breast.

“Want me to get my bra?”

“I hear they’re complicated,” he said with that wide, superhero smile. “If in doubt, just yank it up, right?”

The memory of him doing that the other night shot straight to my pussy, making me clench hard.

“Undoing them’s a pain in the ass.” I hardly recognized my voice, it was so tense.

“Show me.”

“All right.” And then, because he’d want to know, I told him. “I like it when you order me around a little. Like when you hauled me up the stairs.”

His head tilted. “Yeah?”

“It’s never been my thing, but you give good bossy.”

“I’ll remember that.” And in a gruff tone, he said, “Your bra.”

I grabbed his hand, ran it along the band to the back and he mirrored the move on the other side, where his hands met in the middle and unhooked it without a moment’s hesitation. No practice, my ass.

His breath was gratifyingly shaky when he ran his hands around to my breasts. I couldn’t help the long, low moan that came out of my mouth. It was good. Every feather-light touch, every pinch and exploration was as good as the other night. Better, maybe, because I knew what would come next.

“Take off my pants.”

Hands shaking, I pulled them down and paused waited. “Should I keep going?”

“Everything.” That voice. Deep and dark, bossy and needy.

Slowly, with what felt like every drop of blood in my body racing to that spot between my legs, I dragged his underwear down.

My mouth dropped open. Maybe he’d been right that he wouldn’t fit.

“You okay?”

I swallowed. “Um…you’re big.”

He stepped back and I stood up.

“Too big?”

“I don’t…” I gave an awkward half-laugh, because honestly I had no idea if I could fit him inside of me. I wanted to, though. “I’ll try.”

He palmed his erection and gave it a swipe or two. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I wanted to lick the drop of pre-cum that beaded there.

I opened my mouth to tell him how beautiful he was and then hesitated. What would that mean to him? How would he feel knowing I could see him but he could never reciprocate? I’d tell him, someday. Just not right this second, when there was too much of him to learn.

There were maybe two steps between us, when suddenly, I realized how naked I felt in front of someone who couldn’t see me. This didn’t mean he didn’t pay attention to me. He could feel me, and hear my every small reaction. He proved this when his hand found a ticklish spot on my side, and when he bit me, very gently, on the neck.

“You like that,” he whispered and did it again, harder.

We wound up on his bed, limbs moving in search of the next great discovery, the next keen pleasure. Our bodies twisted and turned and every little thing was a sensation to be enjoyed. I closed my eyes and ate it all up.

“I want you on top.” He tapped my thigh and I moved, nipples hard as rocks from just that little sting.

From up here, I had to tell him, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“How can you tell?” My body moved up and back, up and back.

“You feel good, you smell good. This,” He grasped my hips and used me to stroke him. The wet sound made me cringe and him growl. “That noise is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Other than your voice.”

“My…” I trailed off when he reached between my legs, slid his finger between my lips and explored me in a way I’d never before been touched.

“You’re wet again. So fucking wet. I love this.” He twisted his hand. “Is your clit always hard like this?”

“I…” I could barely talk through the feel of him, the pleasure he pushed through my pores. “I don’t think so. I think it’s like you…your…”

“My cock?”

“Yeah. I think it gets harder when I’m turned on.”

He pinched me there and I squirmed. “Oh, that’s good. How’d you learn that?”

“I read books, you know.” At his urging, I rolled off him, so we lay facing each other on the bed. “I get off listening to porn.” His tone changed. “Yeah. You liked this the other night. Taking my fingers. I gave you two on the porch. What if I fuck you with three?”

My body tightened around him.

“No, no. You gotta relax. Here. I’m just gonna slide it in.” His voice came out husky.

I had no words left. Nothing except guttural, animal grunts and sighs. But he liked that, I could tell. He kissed me once when I got really loud, sort of eating up the sound, and then went back to the job of fucking me with his fingers. He zeroed in my g-spot again—talented man—and stroked it in his merciless pursuit of my pleasure.

“I want…”

I tried to tell him that this wasn’t going to work, or maybe that he needed to hurry and put on a condom or… I didn’t know. I had no freaking clue what I was trying to say.

“Hold on.” He reached behind him and came up with the box, tore it open, and then made quick work of sliding a condom over his erection. I’d have to ask him how he’d gotten so good at that. One day. Just not right now. Not when the only thing I could think about was how he would feel inside me.

He laid a warm hand on my waist. “Which…what position?”

“You want to be on top?” I whispered, conscious of how easy this was—talking to a man about sex. After years of awkward, this was a new experience.

“I don’t…” He huffed out a dry laugh and gave me a squeeze. “I want to do every single position there is. Top, bottom, back, front, God, if we could do it all at once, I would die happy.”

I rolled into him and let him feel my answering giggle, then the sigh that followed it. “You know what’s crazy?”

“Hm?” His arm circled my back, pulling me in so that our warm skin touched everywhere.

“The other night and this, tonight—without even doing it yet—is the best sex I’ve ever had. Ever. You don’t… We could do it on our heads and it would blow my mind.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No.” My cheeks hurt from smiling and I had to kiss him, right there, as hard as I could. I had to show him with my mouth what he couldn’t see—that tears had sprung to my eyes. That the feelings he created in me were too big for my body. “How about…” I slid my leg over his thigh and shifted closer, reached between us and reveled in his reaction to my touch on his cock. I got as close as I could, fitted him to me, and whispered, “You ready?”

“Yeah. Jesus, yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll just… We can do it here. Like this.” I removed my hand and shifted my hips forward and then—I couldn’t help it—I watched his face as I took him into my body. His eyes were closed, and it was the first time I’d seen him like that, utter concentration written sharply on his features. His cheeks were pink, the skin appearing stretched over the bones—they looked wider, harder, his brows darker. All of him seemed like more than he’d been before.

The first inch or two stretched me in a sweet, slow penetration that I would never forget. Finally, once he was seated as far as he could be at this angle, I put my hands on his ass and held him there, squeezed him, so wonderfully aware of his body in mine.

“I gotta move,” he finally said.

“Do it.”

He shifted his hips back and pressed them forward again, back and forward, the rhythm steady and effective. I felt a tickle of something like an orgasm brewing, but we’d never get there like this.

“Goddamn, Veronica. I gotta pound you.” He tweaked my nipple and picked up the pace.

“Yeah.” I wanted that, too, though I wasn’t sure how it would feel with that big, huge cock. But I wanted it. “Do it.”

His muscles flexed, and with a single roll, he was over me, hands framing my shoulders and, there, oh, there, everything changed. He pumped into me, hard. So hard it should have hurt, but it was perfection. The tension and friction and pleasure built—and I could see it on his face. His expression—so close to pain—had me mesmerized.

“I wanna…”

“What, Zach?”

“I wanna fuck you harder. Really hard.”

Those words made my body tighten convulsively around him. His voice was rough when he asked, “You like that? You want it harder?”

“Yeah. Do it.” I egged him on, my hands grabbing his ass with a slap.

“Hell,” he muttered into my neck. “I won’t last like this.”

“Don’t. Just do it. Hard. I love it, Zach.”

He leaned back a bit, and I let my eyes go down to where he entered me. “Looks amazing.”

He slowed, just a little, like he hungered for whatever I’d tell him. “Yeah?”

“You, like this. Fucking me. God, I want to describe it for you.”

“Maybe next time.” He smiled and picked up the pace.

“Here, give me your hand.” He slowed his movements, almost to a stop and put his weight on one arm. I grasped his hand and brought it to that place, so he could feel us.

He growled as his fingers tightened around his cock and then moved to find my clit, more surely than any partner I’d ever had.

My voice joined his, our chorus hot and rough and animal. I wouldn’t last if his fingers kept circling like that, but the way his breath came told me he was just as close. And then, so suddenly that it shocked even me, it was there.

Every part of me tensed, my eyes slammed shut, my mind spun high on the crest of climax, suspended as the orgasm passed through my body, my fingers and toes fizzing with almost electric aftershocks.

I couldn’t let him go. I didn’t want to. I held on with my hands and thighs and pussy, wringing every last jolt of pleasure from my body.

It wasn’t until the last tremor had passed that I realized I’d have to start breathing again, or pass out. Suddenly too sensitive, I put my hand on his to still him.

“Oh, my God,” I finally managed.

“Good?”

“I can’t even describe it.”

“Good.” He sounded smug, and I liked that. I wanted that smugness for myself.

“Keep going,” I told him, urging his hips toward mine. “Come on. I want you to get there, too.”

He was slower to start up again, but after a bit, his hips took over. He thrust a few times, then slowed for one or two, then sped back up to that relentless pounding. I wanted it like this, I wanted it fast and hard as hell. I could tell, after a bit, that he was almost there. It was the way he stopped making noise, dipped his head to bite my shoulder and slammed into me, out of control and messy and so damned perfect. A couple dozen times and he was done, pressing into me hard and deep—silent until it was over and then still, his weight heavy on me. Heavy and warm and everything I wanted.

“You okay?” I finally whispered.

He shook with what I hoped was a laugh. “Jesus. Yeah. Better than okay.” He turned to take my mouth in a possessive, happy kiss. “Is it weird to say I love you?”

I shook my head and kissed him back to cover up the big, ugly cry trying to claw itself out. It was raw and emotional, this thing he’d set off inside me and I had no idea what to do with it. I wanted to answer, to give him back those words, but I was suddenly scared.