Chapter 39
Avidya
The next morning, I woke up to laying atop Zachariah. His chest was bare, like most mornings. I hadn’t slept in the room that he had proclaimed as mine since that first week I was here. I didn’t mind, of course. Waking up with his arms wrapped around me was a wonderful way to wake up. I felt safer, and not so alone after everything.
Last night when we went to bed after making out for quite a while, he held me tight as I fell asleep in his arms. He didn’t push me for more than what I was willing to give. Although if he had, I wouldn’t have fought against him. There was no way I would have been able to as I was kissed senseless.
The thought of what could come make me blush as deep of red as possible. It was a good thing that Zachariah was unable to see my face from the angle that we were at.
I wasn’t looking forward to later today, though. Julia was determined to introduce me to the rest of the family. It was better than the alternative – engagement party. Even the thought made me want to go hide somewhere no one could ever possibly find me. Too bad I wasn’t able to do that.
Zachariah knew I didn’t want either, but I’d eventually have to meet the rest of the family. Putting it off till the wedding wasn’t the best option for either of us.
“You can’t just hide forever,” he had laughed after he told me what we’d be doing the next day while we got ready for bed. “My grandparents will come here if I don’t properly introduce you, Avidya. I’d prefer to not let that happen, as they’d possibly never leave my house then.”
I wouldn’t mind hiding away, but life wouldn’t let me. After years of being in the background in not only the in school but also at the church, I wasn’t used to so much attention. I didn’t know what to do with it all, nor would I probably figure it out anytime soon.
“Morning,” Zachariah’s raspy voice reached my ears, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Mornin’,” I yawned back. It was one of those yawns that made my eyes water.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
“Hmm. Yes,” I replied. I slept good in his arms every night.
“Glad to hear it,” he stated with a small laugh. He shifted while pulling me closer to him.
It was then that I felt his . . . hardness . . . press against my outer thigh, demanding attention. Most mornings so far, he kept that part of himself away from me. I had no idea what to do about it, or even how to react.
“Let’s try that hand job?” he asked, watching as I blushed even deeper if it were possible.
“I don’t know how,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure he heard me.
“Here,” he stated, taking ahold of my hand and began to move it down towards where he wanted it after a moment. He knew I had no idea what to do. At least he kept it under the blanket.
Slowly, he moved my free hand down to his hard penis, placing my own hand just right over his warmth. He was bigger than anything I ever thought would be possible. Of course, I wouldn’t know how big any male would be. But would this . . . thing fit inside of me on our wedding night?
“You can’t hurt it,” he laughed as I barely kept my hand on him. He was so warm against my hand, warmer than what little of his skin I’ve touched before. “Go ahead.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, glancing up at him through my eyelashes.
“I’m positive,” he laughed. “Touch it, explore. I’ll let you know if it hurts, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied, still not sure about it. Zachariah knew I’d never touched a man like this, let alone myself in such a manner.
Closing my eyes tight, I did something I never thought I’d do. Of course, I’ve been doing a lot of things I never thought I’d do. I wrapped my hand around him, finding that my fingers just barely touched.
His hand laid back over mine, showing me the correct pressure to apply to him. He held himself still as I slowly began to move my hand up and down his hard penis. I could feel his hips fight to not move against my hand as I explored.
I could feel how his skin moved with my hand, and how smooth and warm it was against my mine. The head of his hardness was rounded and beaded with what I knew was precum.
He groaned deep in his throat as I used my thumb to swipe over the head. His hips lifted slightly the second time I did it. Having him groan gave me the strength to move my hand a bit more as his hand continued to follow the path on top of my own.
“You’re doing perfect,” he muttered out as I continued. “So good.”
As I continued to rub him, squeezing randomly and swiping the head, his breathing grew heavier. I felt my own wetness against my underwear. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt such need, but playing with Zachariah made it seem even stronger.
“So close,” he whispered in a breathy moan as he gave up and let his hips meet each thrust of my hand against him.
It was only seconds later when he exploded, spilling cum up over my hand and onto his abs.
It took him a few minutes to calm his breathing before his eyes opened to meet my own.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Best hand job I’ve ever had.” He barely had the words out before he crashed his lips to my own, not caring that his cum was now all over the front of my shirt. I didn’t care either as his mouth took control over my body.
He quickly turned to his side, one hand cradling behind my head and the other slowly made its way up underneath my shirt as he took control.
I gasped as his hand brushed under my braless breasts. It created a throbbing in my core as more wetness soaked into my underwear, making them a bit uncomfortable.
As his hand moved upward, his mouth trailed kisses down from my mouth to my neck, causing me to pull his hair slightly. How was he able to make me feel such things with his mouth alone?
I was panting hard as his hand fully covered my breast, his thumb swiping over my nipple and causing me to arch into him. I wanted more, so much more.
“Please,” I panted out, not sure what I wanted. I just wanted this feeling of need to be fulfilled.
“Please, what, Avidya? What do you want?” he asked huskily. His voice alone could have been what I needed as I clenched my legs together. I needed friction, but it wasn’t working like I thought it should.
His penis was hard again as he rubbed my inner thigh at the angle we were laying. His hand moved to my other breast, squeezing and massaging all at once.
“I don’t know,” I finally answered, remembering he had asked me a question.
“I bet you’re wet,” he whispered against the column of my neck. “Your body wants me.”
“Zachariah,” I moaned as he slowly moved down to my breasts, taking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth over my thin shirt. I was pushed onto my back as he took the other nipple into his mouth and played with the breast he had just abandoned. The combination of both made me groan out once more in need.
“I can make you cum by doing this,” he said, looking up at me as I lay on my back, letting him take total control. “But not today.”
One of his hands slowly made its way down to my hips and underneath my underwear. He kept my mind distracted by where his other hand was going by his mouth attaching to my own as he slowly sneaked his hand down past my dark curly hair and to where I felt like I needed him like water to live.
“So wet,” he said, pleased with that fact.
Before I could comprehend what he had said, he slid one slim finger inside me. It felt weird, but in a very good way. It made me feel full. I couldn’t stop my hips from pushing upwards, silently asking for more as his mouth still kept attached to mine.
I moaned as he began to move his finger slightly upwards, his palm putting just enough pressure on my mound in the process. He was good at this. Would everything else be this wonderful to experience?
My core grew warmer as he continued to pump his finger in and out while he moved back down to take my breast into his mouth again. The shirt was slightly cold from the action before, causing my nipple to be a bit more sensitive as he did it again.
“Oh,” I moaned out, tilting my head back and letting my eyes slip close. “Zach,” I whispered out, not able to complete his name on my lips.
In the next breath, I was the one that exploded, spasming around his finger that still moved within me. Fireworks exploded into stars behind my closed lids as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
After a few moments, Zachariah removed his hand from my now very soaked underwear, a pleased satisfied smile on his face as he pulled me against his chest, letting me catch my breath.
“Just imagine what else I can do,” he whispered against my head. “That is only the beginning of the pleasure you will feel each night in this bed from now on. I told you I’d make sure you’d be ready, and you will do perfectly when the times come.”
After such a release like that, one that I didn’t even know existed, I was sure I’d be ready for the wedding night now. If the upcoming night was like this morning happened, I would be looking forward to it now.