Zane

 

Sasha ground against me the whole ride to her house. She probably was close to cumming just from the vibration of my bike and the gyration of her hips. It was setting me on fire too, and I hated not being able just to pull over and take her there.

 

We’d decided on her house since it would give us the most privacy. I liked that none of my guys knew where she lived. Even though I lived alone, people would stop by from time to time with questions, concerns, or just to hang out. Sasha’s place was our own little hideaway, a piece of Rayne right at home. Minus the frogs.

 

We stumbled through the door like a pair of drunken lovers. I didn’t know where I ended and she began. Her lips were against mine, moving hard and fast. She was on fire. I was on fire. Our world was on fire.

 

But first thing’s first.

 

“Let’s get you in the shower,” I said, gesturing to her arm. The blood had dried into a caked, brown mess on her shirt.

 

She looked down and laughed. “Yeah, I guess we could both use a little cleaning up.” Her hand reached out and traced the cut on my lip. Bros-no had given it to me. I’d given him a bigger one.

 

I grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom, where I began to carefully strip off her clothes. She winced as I pulled the shirt off her arm, but as she said it really wasn’t a serious cut. Nevertheless, I was slow and careful, kissing her neck, stomach, and chest as I went.

 

She moaned and arched up toward me and my nuts suddenly felt very tight. She was so sexy and unrestrained. I burned for her every single hour of every single day, and she would never know to what lengths I wanted her. I wanted her body, soul, and mind. I wanted everything she had to give me. And I wanted to earn it.

 

She was beautiful and divine, a perfect specimen of hard-edged beauty and feminine softness. I worshiped her curves as I removed her pants and underwear, tossing all her clothes to the side in a dirty heap. I had meant for us to get in the shower before doing anything more, but I couldn’t help it; I had to taste her.

 

Sinking to my knees, I held her hips in my hands and pressed my face into the delicate curls of her sex. She moaned and leaned into me, fingers rustling my hair but not sinking in just yet. I licked her once, sending a wave of pleasure through both of us. Her earthy scent and taste never failed to make me hard every time. Now, as I began to bathe her with my tongue, my cock strained inside my jeans. It wanted out. It wanted her. But first, I wanted to make her cum.

 

I spread her legs a little and dove in, tongue sinking between her folds and stroking her clit with wild abandon. I loved how close we were at this moment, my face pressed into her soft skin. She surrounded me. She was on my tongue, against my skin, everywhere. And I fucking loved it.

 

Sasha reached out one hand for support as I dove deeper, lapping at her entrance and then thrusting inside with my tongue. Her moans filled the bathroom, spurring me on faster. Harder. More and more determination flowed through me, and I practically held her up as I ravaged her pussy with my tongue. Licking, sucking, fucking. I showed her she was mine, and there could be no disputing it. I owned her pussy and her soul, just like she owned my cock and my heart.

 

Her body trembled as she approached her edge, and I sunk deeper into her flesh. I wanted to taste the flood of her on my tongue as she came. I wanted to be the one that brought her the wildest pleasure she’d ever known.

 

Her ass was firm in my hands as I pulled her tighter. By this point, my cock was begging for release. I’d never known such intense fucking pleasure just from eating a girl out. I looked up to see her breasts heaving above me. I nearly came just from that sight. She was pink everywhere, soft moans emitting from her throat. She was so. Damn. Close.

 

Suddenly, Sasha bucked wildly against me and nearly fell over. I rose up and caught her quickly, just as her legs gave way. She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, a smile on her face so pure that I matched it with one of her own. Then I kissed her, so she could know just how fucking good she tasted and how much I loved tasting her.

 

“That was—” She took a breath. “Amazing. So amazing.”

 

I chuckled and cradled her against my chest. I was still fully clothed. I’d never had this good of a time fully clothed before.
“Let’s get you in the shower,” I said.

 

She shook her head and burrowed further into my chest. “Give me another minute.”

 

I couldn’t help the hot pride that swept through me. I’d brought my girl such pleasure that she needed a minute to rest before she could do something as simple as showering. Fuck yes. I stroked her back in lazy circles, leaving gooseflesh in my wake. She made a noise somewhat like purring into my chest.

 

“You’re amazing, Sasha,” I murmured, kissing the side of her neck. “You’re amazing.”

 

I would say it over and over again until the end of time if I could. I had such strong feelings for this woman, this beautiful, soft, strong woman. She’d laughed in the face of danger today. Laughed. I knew there would likely be some fallout from today’s adventure later on, but it made me so proud of her that she could just brush off the horrible situation she’d been in with a laugh. She was different. So different than any woman I’d ever known.

 

“Shower,” she said quietly. “My body is ready.”

 

I laughed. “I’m glad to hear it.”

 

While she turned on the shower, I undressed. I had a few bruises on my chest, but nothing extraordinary. My biggest pain was that I hadn’t made it in time to stop Sasha from getting cut. She didn't seem to mind so much, but I wished I could have saved her from that.

 

We stepped into the shower, tucked together in a tight embrace, and let the hot water spill over our naked bodies. Things were simple here, between us. The water washed away the blood and the dirt and the last few, awful hours. I kept waiting for her to break down, but Sasha seemed to gain more strength the longer we stood there.

 

“How are you feeling?” I asked. “About today?”

 

I wasn’t the type who got into the touchy feely crap, but I worried about her.

 

She took a moment to think before answering, angling her head back to look at me. The water rolled down her face, dripping to her shoulders and the rise of her breasts where they pressed against my chest. She looked like a water goddess.

 

“I’m fine,” she said. “I didn’t know if I should be, but I think I am.”

 

I frowned, not sure how to go from there.

 

She laughed at my expression. “Really, Zane. Somebody tried to kill me today, which wasn’t a pleasant experience, but I’ll be okay.” She ran a hand over my jaw, studying me. When her eyes returned to mine, I stared into their depths. “I’ll probably need to talk about it at some point,” she said. “It’s only natural, after all. But I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m good.”

 

I believed her. She looked good. She looked serene and happy like there was no place else she’d rather be. She wasn’t rejecting me or having second thoughts. If anything, what happened today seemed to have solidified the part of her that had committed to me.

 

“Okay,” I said. “If you need to talk, just let me know.”

 

Her smile was wide. “I will.”

 

When she leaned up to kiss me again, it was only a few seconds before my cock was rock hard. Any day, anytime, I would be hard for her. Sometimes it took as little as a look. Sometimes just a thought passing through my mind. God, I always wanted her.

 

Her fingers laced through mine, and she brought them up to press my hands onto her tits. I took the direction with pleasure, kneading and caressing the wet globes beneath my fingers. She had the most perfect, roundest tits. The weight of them in my palms makes my cock twitch.

 

Her mouth moved skillfully against mine, and I deepened the kiss by parting her lips and letting my tongue slide through. She moaned into my mouth, and I squeezed one hand, then dropped the other between her legs. She batted me off.

 

“No,” she said. She flicked her gaze up to me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I want to taste you.”

 

A shiver coursed through me like a lightning bolt. I craned my head to watch as those perfect, pillowy lips traced a path down my chest, my stomach, and then kissed my thighs as she kneeled between my legs. She looked up at me, eyes full of dark lust, and I had to suck on my lip to keep from groaning.

 

She weighed me in her hands, sliding her hands along the length with reverence. She looked at my cock like it was the most perfect thing in the world, and my ego loved her for it. Not that I’d ever been self-conscious; I knew I was better endowed than most. She knew it too, which was why she took her time enjoying it. I could tell how much she loved it, and it made me hot as hell for her.

 

Rather than taking me into her mouth right away, she began to press light kisses along my length. Droplets of water sprayed me in time with her caresses, and it felt like she was kissing my whole body. I put a hand on the wall for support, unable to trust my knees to hold me when she finally took me in.

 

Her kisses ended at my bulging tip, and the sight of her with her lips pressed to it, looking up at me as if for permission, nearly made me cum right then. She had barely touched me, and I was undone. Only Sasha could do this to me.

 

She opened her mouth, and a low moan escaped my lips. While she’d started slow, Sasha wasted no time in getting down to business. She began to work my length with her lips and tongue, keeping a firm suction the whole time. The contrast between that and what came before was so staggering that I let out a gasp, knees quaking. Fuck, her mouth felt good. Warm, wet silk. And all mine.

 

She massaged my balls as she sucked, sending me into a dizzying spiral of pleasure. The whole world narrowed down to her and me and this tub, and I could barely breathe. But it was in a good way. It was like I was afraid that new oxygen in my lungs would somehow change the playground, but it didn’t.

 

Each stroke with her mouth sent me further and further toward climax, and my body ached for it. My balls, taut against my body, begged for release. And she was going to bring me there.

 

Sasha looked up at me again, eyes so innocent yet so tempting that I lost it. “I’m cumming,” I warned.

 

She worked faster, taking as much of me as she could. My body seized, and I spilled right down her throat. Each pulse was heaven. And she was a goddamn angel.

 

The world around me came back into focus; water pounding on my chest, the hot steam rising around us, the cool tile against my palm. Sasha stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing a long, sensuous kiss to the highest spot on my jaw she could reach.

 

“I’m starting to turn into a raisin,” she said.

 

I chuckled. “Me too. Let’s get out of here.”

 

After the water was off, we each took a towel and walked back into the bedroom as we dried ourselves. Sasha’s room was quite small but had a nice window seat that looked out over the street below. The furnishings were sparse, but a large bookshelf took up almost an entire wall. I wasn’t much of a reader, but I had an appreciation for a good book. I loved that Sasha read. One of the many things I loved about her.

 

“So what happens now?” Sasha asked me, sitting down on the bed. She tied her hair up into a bun and relaxed back against the headboard. I sat down next to her, my towel lazily half open. I could think of a few things we could do next, but I knew what she meant.

 

“I think we should find out what happened to everyone. I’m curious to see, in particular, how they’re going to handle Asa.”

 

She nodded. “Me too.”

 

I took her hand in mine. “Then we can do anything. We’ll get your mom’s surgery, first of all.”

 

She nodded again, swiveling her head to look at me. “With you and me?”

 

“We’ve got a couple things to sort out before we talk about you and me,” I said, though it pained me to do so.

 

She leaned her head against my shoulder, breathing a soft sigh against my skin. And we stayed like that for a long time, until I was sure she’d fallen asleep. I reached out and brushed my knuckles across her face to check, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

 

“I’m not asleep,” she said, sensing my train of thought.

 

“You’re so quiet,” I said with a chuckle.

 

“Just thinking.”

 

“About what?”

 

She turned to look up at me, and when I glanced down, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the angry cut on her arm from Asa. She reached up and turned my head back so that our eyes were forced to meet. “Don’t look at the gross cut. Look at me.”

 

I did as she said, holding her gaze. Her lips curved into a small smile, and she lifted them toward me. I took the kiss as I had all her others—gladly.

 

Sasha began to slowly drift over me, covering my body with hers one limb at a time. By the time she was fully straddling me, our mouths had turned the kiss into a heated debate of lips and tongues. My cock was already rising to the occasion. And her towel was completely gone.

 

Her naked body rose before me like a serpentine goddess, arching and bending with each touch of my hands on her back, tracing up and down her spine. She curved into me and then pulled back, then curved again. The motion rocked slowly against my hardening cock, rubbing me between our two bodies.

 

She was truly insatiable tonight. I wondered whether it was the danger from earlier or something else. I was always ready for a good fuck after a fight. It was the first thing I wanted after pummeling someone’s face into the ground. She hadn’t done much fighting in terms of hand-to-hand combat, but I knew she’d been sassy as hell the whole time.

 

Her hand slipped between us and parted the rest of my towel, opening me up to her. Lovingly, she pressed kisses all over my chest, arms, and neck, seeking every part of my skin to taste. I liked seeing her lavish me like that, so I leaned back and let her. She looked divine. When she rose back to kiss my lips, a slight nudge of her leg sent her sinking down onto my cock in one clean stroke.

 

I sighed and jerked up instinctively, making sure our bodies were fully connected. She was so wet that I just slipped right in and it felt absolutely divine. There was no better feeling in the whole damn world.

 

Her breath was hot against my cheek as she began to ride me, angling her body over mine and holding on tight. I helped her by grabbing the globes of her ass and lifting with each thrust, pulling us both apart and back together. Her moans were so soft that I might have missed them if they weren’t pressed to my ear. And damn, would that have been a shame.

 

“You feel so good baby,” I praised. “So fucking good.”

 

She moaned louder, bouncing on me with an athleticism I didn’t know she had. She was full of delightful little surprises.

 

Even though I’d just cum, I was nearly ready to burst again. Something about her just had me at the peak of arousal as soon as I was in her. But I held off, wanting to see the pure pleasure on her face as she exploded. She wanted me to see it too, arching back so her face and tits were on full display to me as she bounced. I began to slam up harder, deeper, urging along the look of pleasure on her face until it was something more. Something primal.

 

She cried out as I slammed again, then I felt her pulse on the second slam. She fell forward against me, body trembling as I continued to merge our bodies together. I finally let go, practically roaring as I filled her.

 

Afterward, we were two sweaty, heaving bodies, locked in an embrace. I could have stayed like that forever.