Zara

He pinned his eyes to mine as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. In spite of the cool, air-conditioned air hitting my flesh, I felt like I was on fire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped against the side of my neck.

I wanted to respond, but my mind blanked with all I wanted to say to him. The only sounds from my lips were moans that I could no longer hold back. His eyes traveled over me, with his fingertips following. Down my neck and between my breasts, my body tingled from his touch. I felt it everywhere, especially in the pit of my stomach, a curling of desire mimicking a piece of paper touched by a flame.

First he removed my blouse, and then my skirt. I went to kick off my heels, and he shook his head. “Leave those on,” he said with a sideways smirk.

That one request sent most of my blood rushing to my crotch. I gripped the back of his neck as his tongue dragged across my skin, slowly and deliberately. With each touch, he was able to cause the overwhelming emotions I felt to intensify even more so.

With one finger, he pulled down the cup of my bra until my breast was exposed. “I want to enjoy you for hours,” he said before taking my nipple into his mouth.

Even though he hadn’t gotten started yet, mentally I screamed, Please hurry. I can’t take much more.

But my body argued for my brain to shut the hell up. I’d lie with him touching me as he was for the rest of my life if it meant feeling this way forever.

It amazed me how we had ended up here. I remembered the first time we met, how I had swooned over his looks. After getting to know him, he was so much more than just a stunningly handsome man. The more time we spent together, the more I genuinely liked him, which may have been the true reason his real persona didn’t freak me out. As he’d said yesterday, I truly felt that I knew the real Lance…Landon…Lance.

He’d always be Lance to me. I had no connection to the movie star he was. That man was so far removed from the man who worshipped me, who was loving me with every part of himself.

He continued torturing me, moving over to my other breast to pull that nipple between his lips. While he sucked and licked, his hands skimmed around to my back to unlatch and then remove my bra. Never stopping what he did with his mouth, a large, strong hand grazed the elastic of my underwear before dipping inside the fabric.

I mewled the moment he touched me. Between his sucking on my nipple, and his fingertip circling over my clit, I couldn’t hold back any longer. He never stopped as I clenched my fingers around his neck and squeezed my thighs against his hand. I already had one orgasm, and we weren’t even on the bed yet.

He leisurely continued to stroke me, waiting for me to calm completely. Once my body relaxed, he squatted while dragging off my panties, and then tossed them to the side.

His hands left my thighs when he stood before me to grip the hem of his shirt. The fabric rose to reveal one perfect ab at a time. With his eyes pinned to mine, he dropped it to the ground to join my bra and panties.

Wordlessly, he lifted and placed me on the bed. In spite of how I lay completely exposed to him, wearing nothing but my black pumps, I felt no awkwardness. Unlike my first time, there was no desperation, no doubt, and no ineptness. Lance was so sweet and caring, so gentle and patient.

“I want you so bad,” he said as his fingers began unbuttoning his shorts.

“Please, let me?” I asked, kneeling on the edge of the bed to face him. I then took the liberty to finish unbuttoning his shorts, pushing them and his briefs down his thighs in one motion. He kicked them off his feet before lying down and taking me with him.

Now having the advantage to enjoy his body, I focused every bit of my attention on every part of him, just as he did to me.

I reveled in the feel of his firm muscles beneath my lips. I loved the taste of his skin on my tongue, and the sounds of his soft moans with every move my hand made over his length.

After a few minutes, he took the reins again and began kissing every part of me. When he brought my body to a dangerous point of no return, when every bit of me pulsed with need, I begged, “Lance, please. I need you.” My words stopped him in his tracks.

“Okay, baby.” Positioning himself between my legs, he brought one hand behind my knee and bent my leg around his hip. He stared at me for a long intense pause. “I love you, Zara.”

“I love you, too.”

In his eyes I could see how much my words meant to him. Our mouths moved simultaneously, fusing together in one long passionate kiss. This kiss felt different from the others. Like it had a purpose, a validation of the words we’d just uttered. While our kiss went on, he entered me slowly. The fullness I felt forced me to break the kiss so I could suck in a much-needed breath. His ice-blue eyes stared intently the moment his hips came flush against mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked when I hadn’t moved. I was more than okay. I never wanted this feeling to stop. I had never felt so connected to another human being in my life. It not only had to do with our physical connection but, most important, all to do with our emotional one.

“Yes,” I rasped, tightening the hold my leg had over his hip. My heel dug into his ass, causing him to suck in a breath through clenched teeth.

“Are you okay?” It was my turn to ask.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Even though he was as deep as he could be, I needed him even closer. I pressed my fingers into his back and pushed my heel harder against him. He nodded, understanding what I needed, and slowly moved himself out to his tip, and back in to the hilt. With each slow thrust I came closer to coming. With each lunge of hips, I fell more in love with this man.

Lance and I were making love. Together we were supplying everything needed for that magical experience he’d promised would occur. And an experience was what we were creating. It wasn’t about rushing through to the final act. It was the journey to get there.

It wasn’t only his touch, his lips, or even his words, but all of that combined with my feelings for him that completed the perfect mix of ingredients needed to truly make love.

His focus never left my face. His expression almost looked angry, but I knew better. He was as overwhelmed as I was. He was trying to control his own emotions.

The crushing passion that swelled within me had nowhere to go, but out through the tears that welled in my eyes. I could feel my belly tighten with anticipation, preparing for what my body was about to experience. And finally, I could feel every muscle spasm around him as I shuddered through the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my entire life.

“Zara.” My name sounded like a plea, a prayer, a wish. It was only then he closed his eyes while his movements quickened. My oversensitive nerves tried to steal my focus away from his beautiful face. His eyes flew open, and his jaw clenched tightly.

I stilled, not wanting to miss one second of Lance coming apart because of me. Just as he completely owned me, I could see through the expression on his face that I completely owned him as well.

With one last thrust he pulsated inside me with his release. Through it, he crushed his lips to mine, tightened his fingers around my thigh, and moaned erotically into my mouth.

When we pulled apart, he looked exhausted. I ran a hand over his cheek, cupping his jaw tenderly.

“Thank you for making it magical.”

His eyes moistened. “I love you, Zara. You have no idea how much I love you.”

“You’re wrong. I think I do,” I said quietly.