Page 52 of Furious
“It’ll get warmer in a second.”
I gather some of the viscous liquid with my fingers and spread it down, teasing the opening I’m not plugging with my cock.
Just the thought of one day fucking Zara there is enough to push me a little closer to the point of no return.
I take a deep breath. If she doesn’t like what I’m about to do, I know I’m gonna stop immediately. I just hope she doesn’t ask me to because this is so hot.
The tip of my lubed finger ventures in the tiny, puckered hole.
“Oh.” She gasps again.
I push just a little further until my first knuckle disappears inside Zara’s butt.
Her muscles give me a powerful squeeze that drives me almost insane, but I resist the urge to move. “How does it feel?” I ask her.
“Different.” she says, squeezing me again.
“Different good, or different bad?” I want to know.
“Not bad. Just different.”
She sounds curious and I can definitely work with that. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
That answer is confirmed by another hot flutter of her muscles, and my control finally snaps.
My hips rear back so that I can plunge deep inside her, letting the movement drive my finger deeper inside Zara’s ass.
Her surprised moan is all I need to know that this feels as good to her as it does to me. I slam into her again and again.
I get into a rhythm, and each time I sink into her, my finger follows the movement.
Zara is so wet that I feel it against my crotch, dripping down to my balls.
“I’m gonna come.” I warn her when the tingling at the base of my spine intensifies and travels down my hard shaft.
That’s Zara’s undoing. She comes with a sexy little scream.
The dual sensations of her pussy clamping down on my cock and her ass spasming around my finger finish me off.
I explode inside of her, as red hot pleasure ripples through me with each spurt of my release.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life, but I’m not surprised. I knew the chemistry between me and Zara would be explosive from the second I saw her. The fact that I like everything about her even beyond our physical connection can only mean that when I told her that I was falling for her, I wasn’t entirely accurate. I’ve already fallen.
If Zara is mine, I’m hers, too.
“Are you ok?” I take my finger out, but I can’t bear to withdraw from her yet. I lean forward, covering her with my body as she collapses face down on the mattress.
“Hmm.” is the only answer.
I roll to the side, taking her with me so I don’t crush her with my weight, and I hold her for a long moment.
Eventually, our hearts slow down and I slide out of her.
“We made a bit of a mess.” I chuckle, nuzzling the side of her neck. “Do you want to take a shower together? Or I could fill the tub. The bath is big enough for both of us. Zee?” I check when I don’t get a response.
Her regular breathing tells me that Zara just fell asleep in my arms. I stay right there for a while, basking in the feeling of having her in my arms.
