Hand on the base of his cock he guides it to my entrance, hovering there.
“Zav?”
His eyes flick up to mine, red hair falling delicately over his forehead.
“Sorry,” he says, surprisingly earnest.
“Is something wrong?” I graze my fingers over his jaw.
He shakes his head. “No, I just … I know you’re about to ruin me.”
He pushes inside me, just an inch at a time, and I relish in the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groans, lips pressing to my neck when he’s all the way inside. “Celine. This pussy is fuckingdivine.”
“Zav?”
“Mhm?” he hums.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He pulls back enough to look down at me and I clench around his cock.
“So bossy.” He grins, gently tucking my hair away from my face. “I like it.”
I cry out with a small scream when he pulls out and thrusts in hard. His hands are firm on my hips, guiding me to meet each of his thrusts. The position he holds me in has his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each movement. The friction has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Zav.” My fingers scramble to find purchase on his body. Something to hold onto and keep me grounded to reality.
His green eyes glimmer behind his glasses. “Say it again, baby. Say my name.”
“Zavier,” I moan when his thumb finds my clit.
“Fuck. My name has never sounded so good.”
I cry out when he pulls out, but in the next second he’s flipped me over onto all fours and is slamming into me from behind.
A scream tears out of my throat and my arms go out from under me until my chest is pressed flush to the mattress.
One of his hands curves against my hip, the other pressing me down against the mattress.
“Look how good you take me,” he murmurs. “This pussy was made for my cock. Nobody else will have you.”Thrust.“Ever.”Thrust.“Again.”Thrust.
I whimper, unable to find words. I’m so close. It wouldn’t take much.
The hand he has on my back slides around to my stomach and down, until his fingers find my clit, and he plays me expertly.
I come apart with a cry, legs shaking as my pussy squeezes his cock in waves.
When I finally come to, I’m on my back again with Zav grinning down at me.
“So fucking beautiful.” He leans down, tongue swirling against first one nipple and then the next, making sure to give each equal attention.
“Zav,” I whimper his name.
He has me screaming it a second later when he thrusts back into me. My back bows off the bed and he wraps his arms around me pulling me up until I’m practically sitting in his lap, and we’re face to face.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull on the chain resting against the hollow of his throat. His mouth finds mine, the kiss stealing my breath and any form of thought that I have left.