Page 63 of Keepsake
“Your call,” I whispered. “But I’d really like to know.”
He swallowed roughly. “You used your mouth on me.”
Well. That was a simple enough fantasy to bring to life. Giving Zach a gentle push, I got him to roll onto his back. Then I began to drop kisses onto that beautiful chest. I explored the rise of his pecs, giving special attention to the hardened tips of his nipples. He groaned when I licked into the center gully of his chest, heading for the ridges of those perfect abs. I nosed into the silky blond hairs of his happy trail, slowly heading south. His breathing became fast and shallow as I reached the elastic waistband of his sleep pants. Moving down, I dropped teasing kisses over his cotton-covered erection.
“Lark,” he warned.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to,” he said quietly.
“I know that,” I whispered, nuzzling him through the fabric. “Remember. No mansplaining.” I hooked my thumbs in the elastic, and waited. For a moment, nothing happened. But then Zach gave a sigh and pushed his hips up off the bed, giving me free reign to jerk his clothing down. He sprang free, long and ready.
Wowza. Zachariah was beautiful everywhere. He was thick and uncut, the rosy tip of his cockhead rising above his foreskin, begging for my attention.
Pacing myself, I drew his pants all the way down and off. I tossed them on the floor. His bare body was golden and shapely, and it thrilled me to wonder if I was the first girl to ever see him this way.
Zach angled up onto his elbows, looking like Adonis in repose. “Come here,” he rasped, opening an arm to me. There was such heat in his eyes that I almost obeyed him.
Almost. But I had other plans.
I ran my hands up his legs, brushing kisses onto his knees and onto the palm of the hand that reached down to collect me. I scaled his body just high enough to spend another few moments admiring his chest. Zach slipped his hands under my arms to haul me up onto his body. But I shook him off. Moving quickly, I slid down again. Wasting no time, I planted my tongue at the base of his cock and licked the length of him.
Zach’s body arched off the bed in surprise. “Oh. Fuck,” he bit out. “Oh…” he said as I repeated this treatment. I dropped my nose down to nuzzle his blond curls, and when I gripped his hips, he was trembling.
I put a big, wet kiss on the tip of him, earning a giant moan for my efforts. Then I took him all the way into my mouth. He was satin over steel. Sucking him in deep, I cupped his balls in one hand. Beneath me, his big body undulated with excitement. As I worked him over, he was nearly writhing. How beautiful it was to be the handmaiden to so much pleasure. I’d missed the heat and friction of skin against skin.
“Sweetheart.” He reached a shaking hand down to cup my chin, trying to nudge me away. “I’m going to spill.”
I caught his flailing hand in my own and sucked him deeper. “Mmm,” I hummed.
Zach let out a hot gasp. I lifted my eyes in time to see him shove the heel of his free hand into his mouth. Muffling his own shout, he came with so much force that I had a little trouble keeping up with him. Every one of his powerful muscles locked as he erupted again and again, before eventually collapsing with finality on the bed.
A lovely silence settled over us. Gently, I licked him clean. Then I kissed the juncture of his powerful thighs, and moved upward to lay my head on his chest.
Zach had one perfect forearm thrown over his eyes. After his breathing evened out, he reached for me, drawing me in, folding me tightly into his arms. Beneath my ear, his heart thumped wildly. But still, he was worryingly silent.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
He laughed, and I was glad to hear it. “I guess we won’t need the defibrillator from the barn. But it might have been close.” He took another deep breath. “I wasn’t expecting…” He didn’t finish the sentence.
“Iknowthat, okay? I’ve never had sex with someone out of obligation.”
“Me neither,” he said.
It took me half a second to get the joke, but then we laughed together. I spread myself out on his body. God, he was sexy—all golden muscle in the dim glow of the night light. And arousal gave his lips and cheeks a brilliant red stain.
Still smiling, he took my mouth in a kiss which was hungry but short. “Best night of my life,” he whispered.
There was something reverent in his tone that I wasn’t ready to hear. “It could get even better,” I countered.
At that, Zach’s hips twitched beneath me, and he made a greedy little noise in the back of his throat. I wove my fingers into his sun-kissed hair and kissed him again.
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Zach
Jesus Christ. Holy shit. Mother of God.
