He collapses on top of me, burying his head in my neck. I'm breathing heavily, matching his own breathing, both of us trying to catch our breath. Once he has sufficiently caught his breath he leans back and kisses me. I can feel all of his appreciation into this one kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asks against my lips. He pulls out of me slowly and I wince. "Sorry," he adds, and he lays down on his side next to me, propping his head up on his arm.
I grin up at him. I feel so warm and full of light. I stretch out my limbs, testing each of them. I was sore in between my thighs, but apart from that I was okay. I nod my head and watch his smile grow.
"How... how was that for you?" he asks, impishly. His eyes are relaxed but intense as they wait for a response.
"Good," I say with a wide grin. I was happy and felt oddly closer to Zac now.
"Just good?" he asks. His eyes are down casted. I lean onto my side to face him and inch my face closer and closer to his.
"Very, very good," I say when my lips almost touch his. His mouth his open, waiting for me. I finally tilt my chin up and let myself meet his lips. He kisses the side of my mouth, them my cheeks, placing quick kisses all over my face and I giggle. He wraps his arms around me, and we face each other smiling sheepishly.
"How was it... uh- how was it for you?" I ask.
His eyes search all over my face and he shakes his head lightly.
"Words cannot comprehend..." his eyes stop at my lips. If it was even possible, my smile grows, and desire pulls in my lower stomach with his eyes staring at my lips.
He pulls away to take the condom off, tying a knot at the opening and I notice the red around it. I sit up quickly, looking between my legs and noticing the blood that pulled there.
"Shit! I am so sorry," I say.
I close my legs together, leaning into my knees in an upwards foetal position.
He sits up with me, not knowing what I was referring to until his eyes focused on my sheets.
"Don't be," he shakes his head. His hand raises up and he brushes the hair off my neck and plants a light kiss there. "It's natural." He continues kissing my neck, planting soft kisses. Even with his calming words, I was still a little embarrassed, but as he continued to kiss me, that embarrassment vanished, replaced with another feeling.
A wave of sensation radiates throughout my body, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin and my nipples to grow hard. He continues kissing my neck, rising his mouth higher and higher, nipping my earlobe lightly and I moan low in my throat.
"Can we do it again?" I ask, my voice lazy.
He chuckles against my throat.
"You're such the wanton creature," he murmurs, and continues kissing my neck, lightly. I moan when he reaches just above my collarbone and nips the skin there with his teeth.
I wanted more of him, I wanted him all over again.
Abruptly, I grasp him by the chin and consume his mouth in mine. We clash together and are a series of teeth, lips and tongues.
His long beautiful fingers reach around and gently massages my clitoris, circling slowly and lightly and my stomach muscles clench. I open my legs up wider, allowing him access yet again.
With my own hand I move it in between his own legs and grip him. As soon as my hand makes contact, I hear him exhale a breath between his teeth. Already he was moving his hips to meet the up and down motion of my hand and I watched, feeling myself rise as I did.
I run my finger over the tip of his shaft and watch his body convulse.
"Angel, if you do that again then I will come and then I wouldn't be able to fuck you," he says, with a low voice. From his words alone I feel as if I was about to come myself. I pump him slower in my hand and he creates the same rhythm against my clit.
With his other hand he cups the back of my head so that I face him, and he kisses me deeply. He quickens the pace of his fingers and I'm momentarily paralysed with the sensation he is making me feel. My hand stops pumping him, and I hold the top of his thigh, rocking my hips against his finger and feeling that familiar burn in my thighs.
"Come, Ali. Come for me," he whispers against my cheek and I feel myself rise high and I tip over the edge. I unravel with his words, exploding as I climax. My mouth is left open hanging and my other hand grips his arm, stabilising myself from collapsing into a million pieces. I pant with my head down, coming down from my euphoric high.
"I want you now so fucking badly," he moans.
"I'm all yours," I reply. He can have me whenever or wherever he wants.
He pulls me back onto the bed and I open my legs up wide for him.
He reaches over to the side table and retrieves a foil packet, opens it and with expert, quick fingers, glides it over him.
"This is going to be quick, Angel," he tells me, positioning himself at my entrance. Grabbing my hips, he thrusts.
"Ah!" I cry, not from pain but from the heavenly feeling of being so full of him.
He pauses briefly, assessing me to make sure I was okay.
"I'm fine... Lose yourself in me," I repeat, and he moans low in his throat. Once he was satisfied with his assessment, he flexes his hips back and slams into me yet again.
He's kneeling between me, and with one of my hands I reach up to place my hand on his stomach. From this position, I can see his face more clearly and see how good I am making him feel.
His mouth his left open and his eyebrows are pulled together in concentration- probably trying to be a gentle with me as possible. The look of his face alone sends and electric bolt down to the pit of my stomach and I moan, tipping my head back.
"Fuck! Make that noise again," he groans.
His fingers begging massaging the place they fit so perfectly with, rubbing in a circle over my clit as he eases out and glides into me again and again. The feeling of his fingers and his dick at once build the tension inside of me. I close my eyes and moan, using my hips to push back against him.
With his other hand, he grips the back of one of my knees, raising my leg higher and this somehow changes how it feels. He's deeper in me and I pause my hips.
"AH GOD!" I moan.
His fingers move faster against me, and he begins to really pound into me. It was so much deeper than before. I rise my hips meeting his thrusts and he moans.
The quiet sound of the house is only disturbed by our mingled heavy breaths and moans. His hand reaches up to the back of my headboard to steady himself so he can lean over me. My breathing accelerates as his steady quick rhythm begins to push me higher and higher.
My body begins to quiver from the overwhelming sensation, and I am close. So God damn close!
"Oh, please!" I call out, begging my body to give into the sensation I was feeling. He groans loudly and that sound alone is my undoing. I moan so loudly when my body finally surrenders, and I explode around him- a soul draining orgasm that leaves my whole body shaking. So intense that I am vaguely aware that he, too, is letting go, thrusting in me a final time, stilling and calling out my name.
He collapses on me, yet again, and we both stay still as our heart rates and breathing return to normal.
He sighs loudly. "Thank you," he breathes. He kisses my cheek and pulls out of me. I couldn't help the expression my face makes when he pulls out of me. It pinches together as I wince again, but this time was certainly easier than the first.
"Sorry," he tells me again.
I stretch out my limbs again, feeling that pulsing feeling in between my legs.
I was completely spent, exhausted beyond belief. Working and then coming home to him has drained me and I yawn.
"Am I boring you?" he jokes making me giggle.
"No, I'm just so tired," I confess.
"Come-"
"I just did," I interrupt and laugh, making him laugh too.
"Come and shower with me and then we can go to bed," he says, and I lazily get out of the bed. The in between of my thighs hurt, but it felt as if I had a big day at the gym.
We both shower quickly, and I watch the blood from my virginity being taken, wash down the drain.
"I'll be back," he tells me, mid-way through our shower. While he's gone, I completely wash myself, getting rid of any trace of blood, cleaning my face and washing my hair. He returns not long after, holding up a towel for me.
"Okay, let's get you to bed," he says, and I pause wondering what he means. Oh no, as much as I would like to, over and over again, I don't think I can go again tonight. I'm too exhausted! "To sleep, you loser," he adds when he reads my face and we both laugh. "But I'm so glad that you feel that way," he says, and I laugh harder.
I step out of the shower and he wraps me in the large towel, like my own personal cocoon, and he kisses me with my arms bound down.
"Let's sleep," he says and walks me back to my room. When I'm inside I put on a pair of underwear and a pad to catch the bleeding.
"You are okay, right?" he asks again. He's sitting on my bed now, watching me.
"I'm more than okay," I smile at him.
Tonight has been perfect.