Page 102 of Turn Me On
He grins, like he’s won the jackpot. Quickly, Zane unties me, drags me up, and kisses my shoulder. Next, he licks my throat as he strokes my dick, picking up the pace. I swear Zane is trying to kill me with pleasure tonight.
Soon, I’m this close to shooting in his talented hand when he stops, smacks my ass, and growls, “Couch now.”
In no time, I’m on my hands and knees on the couch that he’s covered in a big towel. He kneels behind me, grabs the lube, and slicks up his cock with a few quick strokes. After he drops the bottle on the couch, he slides his coated fingers in me one more time. But I don’t need much prep. I’m ready for him. When he lines up at my entrance, he stills, breathes out hard. I’m on edge, waiting.
But he’s not moving.
I turn to look at him. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s gritting his teeth. “What’s wrong?”
I don’t like to be concerned during sex. I hope he’s okay with everything we’re doing. “We can stop,” I say, though I’m not sure why he needs to, since we mapped this out.
His eyes fly open, then he slides a hand up my back. “Nothing is wrong, Mad,” he whispers, sounding reverent, touching me like he adores me. “I just needed a moment to get my wits together before I fuck the only man I’ve ever fallen for.”
Oh, god. Oh, hell. Goose bumps rise everywhere on my skin. I swallow roughly, hunting for words, but they fail me. I just nod, barely whispering out anI know. Then, he notches the head of his dick against me, pushes in, and it’s…everything.
Him sinking into me.
Him covering me.
A fire rages inside me, and I stoke it. “Gimme more,” I urge.
“Take it,” he growls.
And when he’s all the way in, I sink to my chest, my arms at my sides. With just the force I want, he pushes the side of my face into the cushion.
Yes, fucking yes.
“Like that?” The question comes out tenderly. It’s the first time he’s done this to me.
“Just like that,” I murmur, confirming I’m all good.
Then, he twists my arms behind my back, gripping my wrists together with one hand. With his other hand, he tugs my ass higher.
Slowly, torturously slowly, he eases back. “This what you missed? Your man taking care of you?”
I shudder. “Missed this so much,” I moan into the cushion.
He pushes deeper, taking his sweet time. “Your man spending all night pleasing you?”
“Every night,” I mutter, and I’m not even sure I can speak anymore. My brain is melting. My body is molten, and I’m lost in the sensations. His hands pinning me, my face shoved into the pillow, his cock driving home.
But most of all, I’m falling apart from his demanding words.
“Need you to do something for me,” he mutters.
“Anything.”
“Say it. Saymy man is fucking me,” he instructs.
My heart is on fire now too as I turn my face, meet his dirty gaze as best I can. “My man is fucking me,” I say, and I’ve never seen Zane look as blissed out as he does right now.
Like he’s about to shoot first. But that’s not his style.
Instead, he lets go of my hands, jerks me up so my back is flush to his chest. “Stroke that dick. Wanna see you come,” he growls.
I grip my shaft. In a few quick pumps, pleasure annihilates me until I’m shuddering and unloading on the towel. I collapse onto my forearms under the weight of a world-class orgasm. But even while gasping for breath, I pant out an order too. Sometimes, I like to give them. “Come on me. All over me.”
Zane pulls out, shuttling his fist along his length. I watch as the man shoots on my back with a roar. When he finishes, he slides his palm through his release, slowly, like a caress as he spreads his orgasm all over me. Markingme. Claimingus.