I yawn, my eyes still shut.
I really needed this good night sleep. I was so tired last night, I think as I let out a squeak stretching my arms above my head. I chuckle realizing I slept on the couch, and then I squint my eyes to adjust to the bright light coming from the window, but when I’m about to get up my heart jumps.
‘Oh my God!’
I suddenly recall about last night and I realize I must have fallen asleep on Zac’s sofa. I feel awkward, and when I casually glance at the coffee table I notice the paper bag containing the sushi to-go, is still there, completely untouched.
‘Why I’m so stupid? Why?’
I don’t know where he is but I’m too embarrassed to stay here, so I quickly stand, and I furtively stroll toward the front door, but when I bow to grab my shoes and socks, my heart skips a beat.
“Good morning Grace.”
I suddenly feel my cheeks warming and I wish to be swallowed down the ground, but I need to face this.
“Oh, good morning Zac! I’m sorry, I just…” I stammer. “I was so tired! I worked fourteen hours yesterday, sorry Zac.” I squeal, letting out an awkward smile holding the shoes in my hand.
He leans on the side of a door several feet away, and I assume that must be his bedroom. He’s only wearing a pair of worn out jeans, and the vision of his bare sculpted chest and his perfectly chiseled abs, makes me blush. He looks like a bronze statue. He’s perfect. Even his feet are sexy!
He grins piercing me with his blue eyes. “No sweat Grace,” he mutters. His eyes glow in the dim aisle. “I don’t think that sushi is a good idea anymore, but what about a good breakfast?” he groans slowly brushing his stubble with his fingers.
I giggle trying my best to hide my ardent desire. “Well, don’t tempt me.” I squeal thinking about how hungry I am.
He chuckles. “You are the one tempting me.”
My heart races. ‘He didn’t have to say that. I know I’m going to lose it.’
We stare at each other without talking, but our eyes speak on our behalf, and it all comes naturally.
I loosen the grip on my shoes and I let them drop on the floor. Then we both stomp forward until our bodies abruptly slam into each other, and we start kissing fervently and ardently. I’m on fire. Our breathings merge with our grunts. His manly scent his even stronger now. We frantically rub our hands on our bodies; exploring, tasting, squeezing. Our eyes meet and as we catch our breath, a soft smirk springs on our faces. My heart thunders and my chest moves up and down.
In one agile move he lifts me up and carries me to his bed, then he climbs on top of me and I wrap my legs around his waist so tightly that I feel his length pressing hard against me. He still wears his lousy worn out jeans, but as he brushes the tip of his tongue down my neck, sending chills of lust all over my body, I slide my hand into his boxers and I brush my warm palm on his hard manhood.
I can’t wait anymore, but he takes his time, and that only increases my intense craving. He groans against my chest and his hot steamy breath washes over my skin. I gasp letting out a moan as he kisses me avidly, then he brushes his tongue down my chin and traces a trail down to my chest. His big length flexes in my hand and rushes of fervor make me groan. Zac grips my shirt from below and frantically yanks it off my head, then he quickly tugs down my bra and starts swirling his tongue around my nipple, making me throw my head back and sigh. My core is in flames, and intense stings of desire race through my muscles. He nibbles my stiff pink tip with his teeth and I instinctively drop my jaw pushing my neck forward as I exhale the air from my lungs. I want him. I can’t wait anymore. He’s driving me crazy.
I feel dizzy, overwhelmed by eagerness, and my sexual appetite grows with every breath I take.
“Hmmm Please!” I hear myself blurting against his disheveled short hair.
“Not yet,” he groans on my chest brushing his lips on my sensitive skin, slowly sliding backward.
“Oh, my!” I frown.
He lingers on my belly button swirling his tongue around it, and my tummy moves up and down in sync with my gasps. I perceive the scent of my fragrance. The fabric of my panties is hot and clammy, and as he breathes on my lower abs I feel goosebumps everywhere.
I let out short little gasps, fearing I might explode too soon, but Zac knows what he’s doing, and he’s driving me insane on purpose. He stops abruptly, and his smooth forehead gets slightly wrinkly when he looks up.
“I want this to be memorable for both.” He breathes excitedly.
I chew the corner of my lip and let out an excited smirk, watching him pull my leggings and panties down to my ankles until he yanks them off my feet. I’m almost out of breath for the excitement. My heart is going crazy.
In the spur of the moment, I slide my thumb in my mouth and I slurp on its tender flesh, watching Zac removing his jeans and boxers; then sliding a condom down his pulsing length. I gasp and swallow my own saliva. His excitement is blatant, and it makes me feel dizzy. He sits on his heels and after bending over, he starts brushing his tongue on my folds. I instinctively drop my jaw and let out a high pitch moan followed by a groan. I frown in bliss, utterly overpowered by stings of intense fervor. My breath is catching. I’m out of control. I cringe letting out a cry, clawing my nails on the sheets.
My belly moves up and down, faster and faster. My vision blurs.
“Oh my God Zac!” I cry loudly. “Please!”
He grunts sliding his body over me and sinking his excited manhood into my core; then he starts moving rhythmically backward and forward. Our bodies merge into one. His face is now only inches above mine, and he breathes out his desire against my tumescent lips, staring at me, as he rhythmically moves his pelvis back and forth, making me feel sensations I’ve never felt before.