Zeb…

She leaned back as she rode me, her eyes hooded with that look every man craves from his woman. The one that says she looks up to you, that she trusts you, and yes, even that she loves you. It made me want to try harder with her, made me want to be a better man than I had ever been before. That look made me want to step up and be everything that she thought I was just so I would never disappoint her. She was my incentive for everything now, and it was pretty far out. I’d never had such a connection with a woman before and the look she gave me drove me absolutely wild.

I sat up and grabbed her, pressing her to me and got up, laying her on her back and pressing myself deep between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around my hips and begged, breathless with desire, “Harder.”

I pressed deep, thrusting harder like she’d asked me and she cried out in that way that said I was doing everything right. I drove into her, over and over, each thrust deliberate and precisely what she asked for but I couldn’t take much more. I wasn’t about to come before my lady, so I sat up and, gazing down at her, found that delicate little flower bud of nerve endings and teased it with my thumb.

She arched, a throaty moan escaping between her lips, swollen with my kiss. Her pussy gripped my shaft impossibly tight. I changed the motion of my thrusts, seating my cock as deep as it would go and making them shorter and tighter. She cried out, voice getting higher, choking off as she struggled to remember to breathe and for one split second I watched her lose all control as she crashed back to the bed and writhed uncontrollably beneath me.

Her pussy milked me, her cry deep and full to the brim with satisfaction as her whole body seemed to short-circuit underneath mine. I lay on top of her, pressing her to the bed as she shuddered beneath me and worked back and forth inside her, closing my eyes and taking my own pleasure.

I came, spilling deep inside the Frenchie on my cock, and reveled in the fact that I really came buried deeper still inside of her.

She was unreal. Unlike anyone I had ever been with before. Magnetic and electric, I had never gone as long with anyone as I had with her, and I loved that we could do this for hours, even though I was pretty sure my legs would pay for it in the morning.

She lay serene, eyes closed beneath me, chest rising and falling dramatically as she tried to catch her breath. I made to pull out and she shuddered and shook her head.

“Mm-mm, not yet,” she murmured and I smiled, stilling for the moment.

“Too much?” I asked and she nodded and shuddered with a little aftershock. I chuckled and leaned down, as much to keep her warm as it was so I could kiss her.

“Hmm, okay,” she whispered and I reached between us to hold the Frenchie on as I slipped out.

“Be right back,” I told her and went to her little bathroom. I flushed the used French letter and turned on the tap for hot, letting the water get warm while I rooted around the little cabinets she had in here, looking for a facecloth. I found a stack of them under the sink, and wet one, cleaning myself up while I listened for her out in the other room. She was quiet, and a quick glance out the door showed she was resting, basking in the afterglow.

I rinsed the facecloth good and made sure it was nice and warm before returning to the bed to clean her up. The best sex was messy sex, which we seemed to accomplish. She shivered as I took care of her and I tossed the facecloth from halfway across the room back into the bathroom sink. I got back into the bed behind her and picked up the remote, restarting the movie with her cuddled back against my chest. She chuckled lightly and asked, “Going to finish it?”

“Well, yeah. I have to see how it ends.”

“Hmm, do you want me to tell you? Spare you the pain?”

“What pain?” I asked. “I like this, being here with you, watching something you enjoy. This ain’t a hardship, Wahine. You’re never that.”

She made a happy noise and turned over, kissing me soundly.

“Thank you,” she murmured and I smiled down at her.

“Hush,” I said with a smile. “You’re making me miss the movie.”

She grinned broadly and cuddled into my arms and closed her eyes. I could tell she was listening, but by the time the bloke Edward took Viviane to the opera, she was sound asleep. I liked that she could sleep so easy around me, so I made sure the blankets were up around her and she was warm, holding her close as the rest of the story played out on the screen, all the while what she’d said echoing in my mind.

“I don’t want to be taken care of as much as I want to be able to take care of myself…”

She really had no idea how strong she was for even thinking along those lines. Still, a person couldn’t do it all. Part of taking care of yourself was admitting when you needed help, but then again, she knew. That was how I ended up here in the first place, wasn’t it?

She was a marvel, that one; and I was honored to help her on this particular journey.

“So what did you think?” she mumbled and I smiled, laughing a little. Not asleep after all.

“I think you and Viv are two very different people, and I think I like your plan best.”

“What plan is that?”

“Teaching you to save yourself rather than doing any kind of saving.”

“Mm, it’s nice too, though.”

“What’s that?”

“You being around doing some saving. Not every danger is a physical threat.”

“Too right, Wahine. Too, right.”