Page 90 of Let's Get Textual

“Ye—”

The word is cut off, Zach’s mouth on mine. He manages to move us to the bed in one swift move. He holds himself over top of me, all his good parts lining up perfectly with mine. It shouldn’t be the case, since he’s a good five inches taller than me, but somehow in bed we click together like two missing puzzle pieces.

“I’m going to take your panties off now, Delia.”

“I hope so, Zach. I’mdyingover here.”

He places a kiss at the corner of my mouth, down my chin, the column of my neck, not stopping until he reaches my left breast.

“You have a tattoo? That issohot,” he says. “Why that phrase?”

My ink readsWith All Yourheart. “Because I only ever want to go with all my heart. I don’t want to half-ass anything in my life.”

I can see in his eyes that he likes my reasoning.

With his tongue, he traces the words that begin on the side of my breast and finish underneath. Then he makes a path back up and his warm mouth closes around my nipple, the sensation causing my hips to buck off the bed. My body is wound so tight, yearning for a release. I squeeze my thighs and Zach chuckles, the sound shooting straight to my core.

“I get it, I get it.”

He kisses down my stomach, the action sending shivers all along my body. He continues his journey south, his mouth landing right at the band of my panties.

He pauses for only a second before stripping the black garment down my legs.

My first instinct is to shut my legs, to cover myself, but then I glance at Zach. His eyes are screaming with want, with need.

I don’t feel embarrassed or self-conscious. I feel bold and beautiful, and it’s all because of this man on his knees who’s about to devour me.

And devour me he does. His face is planted firmly between my legs and I’m writhing on the bed, torn between pushing him away and begging him closer.

I want him to stop, but only so he can start all over again and this can last a lifetime.

It’s not long before I’m a shuddering mess and his gentle kisses turn leisurely.

Crawling back up my body with the proudest grin on his face, he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a condom. As he opens it, I reach down and give him a few strokes, enjoying the way he looks and feels in my hand. He’s paused all movements, frozen above me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

He opens his eyes and his stare connects with mine.

“Delia?”

“Yes?”

“Move your hand.”

His words are loaded, desire dripping off every single syllable. I hold his gaze as I follow his orders. He rolls the condom down his shaft and settles himself between my legs.

Feeling the pressure of him at my opening, I spread my legs apart. It’s an invitation, and he knows it.

“I think this is the best third date I’ve ever had,” he whispers before thrusting inside me.

We’re lost in each other, so lost I don’t know if I ever want to find my way out again. Zach moves inside me and I do my best to match his movements, finding a rhythm between us. It isn’t perfect and we’re nowhere near synced up, but it’s working for us both, this give and take of ours.

Our eyes stay connected as he moves inside me. He wraps my leg around his waist, creating a new angle that has us pushing for more.

“God, Delia…”

“I know, Zach. I know.”

His mouth crushes to mine and my hands find his hair, pulling him closer in every way possible. He pulls his mouth from my mine and buries his head in the crook of my neck, dropping his full weight on top of me. His thrusts grow more precise as he finds the spot he’s been searching for.

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