Zara

I wriggled through the aftershocks of one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. Who was I kidding? It was the best, albeit the shortest. But it wasn’t like my list of orgasms at the hand of a man was very long. So in a nutshell, based on quantity and quality, I had some serious catching up to do. And if this was how good it could be, I wasn’t sure I wanted to ever leave his side. Putting the orgasm aside, it was also the level of comfort I felt while with him that I craved just as much. It didn’t make sense, and seemed as if we’d known each other for years.

He allowed me to come down at my own pace, nibbling on my inner thigh as he waited. I worried the moment he touched my super sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue, I’d come even faster the second time. With each kiss he moved closer and closer, until I felt his warm breath fan over me before he resumed licking and sucking exactly where he’d left off.

I bucked in the most embarrassing manner, which, based on the rise of his one brow, seemed to amuse him even more. With his eyes pinned to mine I knew he thoroughly enjoyed my reaction. The sight of his cheeks rising meant he was smiling his way through tormenting me.

He alternated between long slow swipes of his tongue and short forceful sucks of my clitoris. One hand pressed firmly against my abdomen, the other he used as an accomplice to his ministrations. And then, the hand on my belly slowly moved, searching and finding my hand. He entwined our fingers together, providing me with the opportunity to grip forcibly while riding through my second orgasm in less than ten minutes.

I think I blacked out, because the next thing I knew he was lying beside me staring down at my face. A look of awe combined with his small smile had me feeling self-conscious of my overly enthusiastic response.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He skimmed the backs of his fingers across my heated cheeks. “I could watch you come all day.”

I mimicked his posture, turning to my side and leaning my head on my bent arm. “That was embarrassing.”

A short exhale through his nose preempted his response. “No, it wasn’t.” He skimmed his free hand down my neck before circling my nipple with one fingertip. I had forgotten I was completely naked, and that realization supported my theory of how comfortable I felt with him. It also worsened my awkwardness a bit when he noticed a blush I couldn’t stop creeping up my neck. “It wasn’t,” he insisted.

“For me it was,” I said while reaching behind me to grab the edge of the comforter beneath us.

“Babe, that’s something you’re going to have to get over.” His eyes cut to my arm grasping behind me. “What are you doing?”

“Why am I the only one naked?”

“Because it’s more fun for me this way.”

I grunted and resumed my reaching. He anticipated my move and quickly pulled me into his arms. The feel of his bare chest against my breasts, his large hands on my lower back, instantly sparked a renewed desire deep in my groin. He leaned his head and began kissing the sensitive skin below my ear. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said between sucks and licks.

I moaned when he pulled my earlobe into his mouth. Every time we’d been intimate he spoiled me with his affection. I could get used to this and wouldn’t have a problem staying in his room forever, never leaving it again. Everything I needed was right there in front of me. Food and water were overrated with Lance White nearby.

An intense need to pleasure him forced me to push him backward until he was flat on his back. He lifted an amused brow but said nothing. Taking the opportunity, I began my own exploration of his body with my hands and mouth. A soft moan of pleasure rumbled through him when I skimmed my tongue over one flat warm nipple.

After a few seconds, I moved lower but a hand on the back of my head halted my motions just as I reached his very sexy happy trail.

“What?” I asked, looking up into his crystal-blue eyes. All humor was gone and replaced with a concerned frown.

“Zara,” he whispered my name with a slow shake of his head. I wasn’t entirely sure why he was refusing me, but I suspected it had to do with protecting me. “Come here.” He pulled me by my upper arms until I lay over his chest. With our faces nose to nose he leaned closer and kissed me softly. “There’s time for that later. I meant it when I said today was about me pleasuring you.”

“And now I want the same. Why are you denying me that?”

“Because I’m an ass?” He looked like he wanted to say something else but stopped.

“What?”

“It wasn’t long ago when you were hesitant to be with me. Let’s not rush things. I want to take my time, okay?”

I wanted to say, We don’t have time. But mentioning that would kill the moment we were sharing. And to be honest, his behavior warmed my heart because it supported the man he was inside. Beneath the drop-dead gorgeous face, snarky wit, and Adonis body was a sweet, kind, considerate man.

“Are you mad?” He stared into my eyes unsure of what I was thinking.

“Of course not. How can I be mad at your old-fashioned chivalry?” I reached out and pushed away the hair that lay on his forehead. “Want that haircut now?” I asked with a scheming smile.

He chuckled at my question. “Great segue. Well, you are naked. So, now would be as good a time as any.”