Zeke

 

Zeke turned the key in the lock of the guesthouse. It was getting dark, and he wanted to get Sophie indoors again as quickly as possible if there was a chance someone could be lurking on the grounds. He gave the main house one last glance over, noticing a soft light through the closed drapes of Tina’s bedroom window. Probably reading, he thought. At least she knows we’re here. He surveyed the darkened garden quickly from the doorway before shutting out the cool night air and switching on the guesthouse lights. It was a small open-plan space with stairs directly opposite the front door leading up to a double bedroom. The downstairs was mainly a living area with two small, flower-patterned sofas, a few kitchen units in the corner, and framed watercolor paintings on the walls, signed by Tina.

 

“I didn’t realize she was an artist,” Sophie commented as she tilted her head to examine one mountainous landscape. “They’re brilliant. She’s such a lovely woman.”

 

“She is,” Zeke agreed, siding up to Sophie to join in the appreciation. “And so are you.” He turned to her with a smile and laughed to see her blush, but for once she didn’t avoid eye contact. She fixed him with a powerful look, which said so much more than words. His heart quickened. Surely, all the conversations, the dinner date (which was not technically a date, but clearly was), the car rides, all of it, had been leading up to a moment like this. He knew she was thinking the same. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was as nervous as he was. But the hunger they felt cut through their nerves so strongly it completely overpowered them. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He plunged his fingers into her silky hair and pulled her head in gently until their lips were only an inch apart, their breath hot and short on each other’s faces. She closed her eyes as if the anticipation was too much to bear and parted her lips in invitation. He accepted by planting his lips directly on them while inhaling slowly and savoring that familiar scent of her skin from their last kiss.

 

It was only a matter of seconds before their tongues were locked in an intense tango and Zeke roamed her body with his hands, as if sealing her entire being in an armor of his affection. She let out a shallow moan of pleasure as his fingers brushed over her breast and a rush of heat coursed through his veins to feel her nipple harden under her shirt at his touch.

 

He gently tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over until she stood before him in her bra and jeans. He kissed a line of gentle pecks across her perfect collarbone and up her neck to her ear, noticing her shudder as his breath tickled her earlobes. She pulled his torso in closer with one hand on his back and slid the other hand into the front of his belt, which caused him to let out a gasp.

 

“I think we should go upstairs,” she whispered, turning to pull him by the waistband. He laughed but put up no hesitation. He was putty in her hands. This was a side of her he’d never seen before and he sure as hell couldn’t wait to see the rest of it. Her confidence was a real turn on.

 

When they got to the top of the stairs, now in darkness with only the downstairs light licking everything with a faint golden glow, she unclipped her bra and let it drop to the floor. A rush of hot blood surged to Zeke’s cock. This was a game changer. She’s raised the red rag, and he was the bull. He needed her.

 

While dropping hungry kisses on her soft mouth, he edged her toward the bed and cradled her back with one arm to lower her onto it. The gentle light bounced off her perfect skin, highlighting the curves of her breasts. He crawled over her on hands and knees, kissing her chest as he went and then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her smooth legs.

 

“God, you’re so hot,” he said, in barely more than a whisper. She smiled and bit her lip, as she leaned up on one elbow to tug his belt off and then undid his zipper.

 

“Your turn,” she whispered, coaxing him to discard his jeans on the bedroom floor. His raging hard-on was pushing against the fabric of his boxers, which Sophie eyed in all its glory. She put one hand firmly around the base and kissed down one side of his cock, the pleasure teasing him with each bit of contact with her lips.

 

He groaned. “Damn, I want you so much.”

 

“I want you too,” she whispered, lying back and teasing her knickers down her hips. Zeke took over and slid them down past her ankles. She was beautiful. Every bit of her. He kissed up one thigh until his mouth was between her legs. She opened them enough for him to plant a few gentle kisses on her smooth folds, causing her to throw her head back and groan.

 

He couldn’t stop there. He was pumped up with lust for this gorgeous girl – the girl he’d longed to sleep with since the moment he’d met her. But he’d been too much of a gentleman to push it, and she’d been so different to every other woman, he hadn’t known how to get to this stage with Sophie. It had to take its natural course. And, thank God, it did. They were finally wrapped in each other’s nakedness, and the taste of her was amazing. He licked her lips and parted them gently with his fingers. She was already slick from excitement. The soft light from the hallway reflected off her wetness like jewels.

 

Sophie moaned and breathed heavily as Zeke’s hot tongue played with her body.

 

“It’s too good,” she said, panting. “I’m dizzy.”

 

“You OK?” he asked, lifting his head.

 

“Hell yeah,” she replied breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

 

He kept circling with his tongue and slid one finger inside her at the same time, withdrawing it slowly before plunging it back in and causing her to gasp and grip the bed sheets. Five minutes of this teasing, tender dance with his tongue and finger sent her over the edge into orgasm. As her body jerked and writhed, he held onto her hips, watching the pleasure pass through her. She eventually relaxed and let out a long breath, while putting one hand firmly around his dick.

 

He placed one hand up by Sophie’s head and used the other hand to gently tease himself into her opening, causing her to let out a low moan of pleasure.

 

He couldn’t take it slow; his hunger for her was too much. He immediately began pumping into her, feeling her tightness all around him.

 

“Faster,” she panted.

 

“Try and stop me,” he replied, picking up the pace and breathing fast like he’d just ran ten blocks.

 

He withdrew all of a sudden and kissed down her torso before rolling her onto her side and lifting one leg up over his shoulder. He slid back in and rocked his hips back and forth, the change of angle causing all sorts of shockwaves as they got accustomed to the new sensations. He kissed the leg resting on his shoulder and ran one hand down towards her thigh, grabbing it fondly as he rocked into her. He watched as her breasts bounced around as she lay on her side, her eyes closed and her head bent back in bliss. She placed one hand on his inner thigh and held on tight before pleading him to go faster.

 

“I can’t hold off if I go faster,” he panted. “It’s too good.”

 

“Don’t hold off. Let go. Do it,” she demanded, fixing him with an intense look of lust.

 

He plunged in and out, picking up speed with every move until his body took over and his thoughts were long gone. His head swirled with joy and energy as the tension built and the pace quickened still. He was so deep inside of her that he felt, at that very moment, part of her. It felt like the best place on Earth, and though he wanted the blissful explosion to come, he didn’t want the embrace to end. He could have happily stayed in a time warp like this forever, but the mounting pressure inside him couldn’t hold off. His head spun, and his blood raced through his body as he came, his hands caressing her soft flesh as he did.

 

Afterward, he sank down onto the mattress next to her with a long exhale. They lay, wrapped in each other’s limbs in the silent darkness for ten minutes.

 

Eventually, he whispered, “Damn, that was good,” and laughed gently.

 

Sophie giggled. “Yeah. God. I can’t believe we just did that.”

 

“It had to happen,” he said, grabbing her hand in the darkness and squeezing it tight.

 

Sophie yawned. It was getting late.

 

Zeke pulled the blankets up and over her naked body and moved closer to her. They drifted off into a peaceful sleep, which both of them were craving more than they’d realized. The past few days had been exhausting. At least now they’d opened a valve and let off some of the steam between them. It could only be a good thing, right?