Her head brushed back and forth against the mattress. “I can’t take it, Zeke,” she moaned, her hand brushing against the skin of his wrist. She wanted to pull him away, but her body felt like it was about to explode.
Zeke maintained the rhythm with his fingers but moved higher so that he was looming over her. “Open your eyes, Marcy,” he commanded. When her grip tightened, he pressed his thumb against that nub again. “Open for me.”
With a breath, she opened her eyes and looked into his green gaze. When their eyes connected, she was startled by what she saw. Combined with what his fingers were doing, she couldn’t stop the rush, the explosion. With a cry, she grabbed his hand but this time, she wasn’t pulling his hand away. Instead, she was pressing his fingers against her as her body throbbed, pleasure almost blinding her as the climax took over. Pulsing pleasure hit her and she couldn’t do anything but hold onto Zeke, her fingers gripping his wrist and his shoulder while he continued to do whatever it was that made her explode with pleasure.
When it was all over, when she was lying there beside him, completely spent and feeling the lingering tingles, her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him.
It occurred to her that something was very…very…wrong! “You’re still dressed!” she gasped, horrified that she was pretty much naked while he was still fully clothed.
He laughed as he kissed her nipple. “I can fix that,” he assured her and stood up. Within moments, his clothes were gone and he was moving back to her. The tingling sensations were gone and all of her shyness rushed back as his enormous body was revealed to her. “Zeke…”
He stopped her concerns when his hand moved up her body, cupping her breast once again. “Yes?” he asked, bending lower to tease that already puckered nipple.
“Zeke, you can’t…” His teeth nipped that sensitive flesh because he knew what she was about to say.
“I can’t do what, love?”
She shuddered when his hands pressed between her knees, making room for his hips.
Marcy was trying to focus. But the way his skin was touching her, everywhere, made her breathless. All of the relaxation she’d been feeling moments before was gone, replaced by an urgent need that she couldn’t handle.
“Zeke, this isn’t good,” she said, pressing her body against his. Shyness was gone now. Everything was gone when he touched her like this. Everything except that need, that driving need for him to end this urgent need.
She heard the foil rip open and looked at him, her heart pounding so hard, she was sure that he would be able to hear it.
“Would you like to do the honors?” he asked.
She stared at the condom in his hands, then at his erection, swallowing painfully. “I don’t think I would do an adequate job,” she finally admitted, shifting her hips slightly as excitement and a strange sense of fear tangled up her stomach muscles.
Zeke’s smile at that moment melted her heart and she realized that she hadn’t told him that she’d never done this before. “Zeke, I should…”
He bent down and kissed her gently, but the kiss transformed into something more when her fingers curled around his shoulders. It was like her touch ignited the same flame inside of him that was burning in her. Somehow, knowing that he was feeling the same thing she was dealing with made it all the more intense.
When he pressed into her heat, she lifted up, trying to help but his hand slid underneath her back, lifting her hips up higher. When he did that, her body brushed against his in a way that made her gasp and pull way, the feeling too intense. But he only did it again as he pressed deeper into her body.
Her eyes were wide as she stared up into him, her body accepting him into hers with the most incredible sensations she’d ever experienced.
She knew the exact instant that he came to that barrier inside of her and she closed her eyes even as her fingers tightened on his shoulders, praying he wouldn’t pull away or be angry with her for not saying anything. She’d tried to tell him, but he’d stopped her words! She hadn’t told him and now he was finding out and she…
“Ah!” she gasped as he broke through that thin barrier. Zeke pulled her close, kissing her gently until the tension in her body relaxed.
“That’s what you were trying to tell me, wasn’t it?” he asked softly, kissing her lips, her cheek, her ear, and neck. He was still while she allowed her body to adjust to his invasion. He ignored the sweat breaking out on his forehead and the strain it was taking to hold still for her. He didn’t move except to kiss her gently until he felt her trembling subside.
“You okay now?” he asked, lifting his head so that he could look into her blue eyes. She would lie to him, he knew. But he also knew that he would be able to see the truth in her eyes. She was one of the worst liars he’d ever known. That innate sense of honesty and fair play just wouldn’t allow her to lie. Another wonderful thing about her. He could trust her completely.
When he started to move, he felt her shift against him and groaned, loving the way she felt when she lifted. “Damn, Marcy. Do that again,” he said, trying to encourage her to find what felt good to her.
“Do what?” she asked, gasping as he pressed into her, deeper and deeper. Every thrust was like a caress that sent her spiraling higher, closer to that elusive release.
“Anything! Anything that makes you feel good!” He closed his eyes, trying not to lose control. But it was hard because she looked so hot like this. Unfortunately, he couldn’t close his eyes for too long. He wanted to see her.
Looking down, he watched the place where their bodies were connected, into her eyes, down at her breasts, which were moving in time to his thrusts. Everywhere he looked, she was the most gloriously beautiful, sexy, insanely gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.
Moving faster, thrusting harder, he listened to the sounds and tone of her voice, watched her eyes and felt her body lifting towards his. He knew the exact moment she was getting close and pressed his thumb against that nub. A moment later, she splintered apart, her neck arching as her body exploded. He saw her climax, felt it as it throbbed through her body. And in the end, he couldn’t hold back. He’d wanted to take her higher again, but the feeling of her body pulsing around his was too intense, she was too tight and too incredible. He couldn’t stop when his orgasm pulled him right along in the wake of her own.
A long time later, he collapsed against her, rolling onto his side and pulling her against him. Using a tissue, he disposed of the condom and held her close, enjoying the sounds of her soft breath as she slowly came back to earth.
“You okay?” he asked when it sounded like she’d calmed enough to speak.
Marcy laughed, her face shifting so that it was buried against his chest.
Zeke took that as a yes and smiled up at the ceiling, hugging her close.
“I meant to have lunch ready when you were finished with your test.”
Since her face was still buried against him, he felt her smile. “You were ready,” she finally replied.
Zeke was so stunned by her sexual innuendo that he didn’t react for a long moment. Then the laughter burst out of him, his arms tightening around her.
Rolling over, he looked down at her, seeing the adorable pink tinge to her cheeks. “Good one, Marcy.” His eyes moved lower. “Are you ready as well?”
Marcy understood the look in his eyes and shivered. But she wasn’t sure she could do that again, so she pressed her hands against his shoulders. “Um…I don’t think so?”
Zeke’s hands instantly stopped her retreat. “Ah, Marcy, you have so much to learn about sex,” and he lowered his head to kiss her neck. “And I’m just the man to teach you.”
She squealed when he caught her, laughing as he tickled her neck with his mouth again. “We can’t!” she gasped.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. “I know. You’re too sore. But that doesn’t mean I can’t…” he didn’t finish that sentence. After turning on the water, he faced her once again, p
ressing her back up against the wall. “Just relax,” he told her.
Marcy had no idea what he was about to do until he kneeled down in front of her. She tried to back up, but the wall didn’t give her any space. “Zeke…no!”
He didn’t listen. Kissing her thighs, he caressed her legs. “If you really don’t want me to touch you, then just say so. I’ll stop.”
Marcy could barely think, much less form words. What he was doing, the way he was touching her, made her whole body tremble with need. “Zeke,” she whispered when his mouth kissed her there, right between her thighs. It seemed like such an indecent kiss and yet, it felt wonderful.
“Just relax, Marcy,” he repeated and lifted her leg so that it was draped over his shoulder. Marcy’s fingers dove into his hair, partly to give her something to hold onto, to balance with, and partly to encourage him to keep doing what he was doing. When his mouth moved against her, his tongue darting out and teasing that sensitive nub, she knew that this wasn’t indecent. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong. Yes, she knew that men and women did this sort of thing. And yes, she knew that women liked it. But she was fairly sure that no woman enjoyed this as much as she did when Zeke pressed his tongue against her, teasing her, driving her crazy as her body ached for that now-familiar release.
“Zeke,” she whispered again as her eyes closed and her head fell back against the bathroom wall. The movement pressed her core more firmly against his tongue and she unconsciously gripped his hair as his expert hands and mouth brought her to a powerful, amazing, beautiful release once again. She screamed as he teased her over the edge and then carefully held onto her as her body throbbed with delight once more.
Zeke stood up, feeling powerful and amazing. Marcy tasted like heaven and he wanted to do that to her all over again. Instead, he lifted her into his arms, almost laughing when her limp arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her into the shower. Lowering her legs back down to the shower floor, he grabbed the soap and gently lathered her body, moving along all of her secret places, making her slick, his hands gliding unhindered against all of her glorious curves.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered a moment before he kissed her, his tongue mating with hers.
Marcy couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She felt drugged with pleasure one moment, then drugged with need the next. As he stood next to her, she wanted to press herself against him, to tell him without words what she needed. But that would be…wrong. Wouldn’t it?
As she opened her eyes and looked up at him, she realized that she didn’t care what was right or wrong. She needed Zeke.
So instead of worrying about what a lady would do, she concentrated on what she wanted to do. Letting her fingers slide up his wet slicked body, she enjoyed and explored the different textures of his chest. The two of them were so different. She loved the rough feel of his skin, the hair on his chest. And she loved the way he groaned when she leaned her head down and kissed that flat, male nipple. Everything about him was fascinating! She loved the way his breath caught when she let her fingers trail down lower, the ridges in his stomach and the way his muscles tightened when her hands explored.
Lower and lower, her fingers trailed down his chest, his stomach…and lower. The whole time, her eyes watched his face, trying to gauge if she was doing things that he liked. And he watched her, his green eyes revealing the intensity of what he was feeling. Every time her hands moved, she could see that desire reflected in his eyes.
“Touch me, Marcy,” he growled, but didn’t wait for her to follow his command. His own hands captured one of hers and brought her hand down to his erection, curling her fingers around his shaft. When she squeezed experimentally, his eyes closed and one muscular arm reached behind her, bracing his flat hand against the wall of the shower.
“Can I…” she started to ask but Zeke shook his head.
“Hell no!” and his hands pulled hers away from him. A moment later, she was lifted into his arms, his body pressing into hers as he filled her up. “Marcy!” he groaned, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her arms holding onto his shoulders as he pressed into her. It felt deeper this time, more powerful, and she couldn’t help the way her hips pressed against each of his thrusts. “More,” she begged.
And he gave her more. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t slow down. He tried to be gentle, but this was Marcy and her breasts were pressing against his chest, her soft sighs were making him crazy, and her body was so tight, so perfect, that he barely held off his own release. When he heard her cries, felt her body tighten around his erection, only then did he let go of his control. Spurred on by her continued cries, he pounded into her, trying to be gentle, but it was too much. Marcy was too amazing and he couldn’t hold back. Not anymore.
When his climax came over him, he held her close, trying to protect her from his lust, but suspecting that he was failing. It was just too intense, too powerful.
When it was all over, he pulled back and looked down at Marcy, relieved when he discovered she had that sexy, well-pleasured look in her barely open eyes. “You okay?”
He breathed a sigh of relief when she smiled. Unfortunately, that smile also made his body harden once again. He pulled out of her before he hurt her, but it was difficult. “You’re going to kill me,” he teased, kissing her bare shoulder as he grabbed the bar of soap once again. He turned her around so that her back was against his chest, giving his hands plenty of access to her beautiful breasts. He lathered her up, then did the same for himself and rinsed both of them off. Grabbing two towels, he wrapped Marcy up in one before drying off with the other, tying it around his waist.
“Time for lunch,” he announced. Taking her hand, he led her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
“This looks bigger than the other apartments,” she commented after he lifted her up and deposited her onto a stool by the countertop.
He pulled out a salad bowl and a plate filled with sandwiches. They looked delicious and her stomach growled as she realized how hungry she was. “Shouldn’t we be dressed for lunch?”
“Nope,” he replied quickly, emphasizing his response with a shake of his head. “Why waste time? I’m going to bring you back to my bed and make love to you again, so dressing would be inefficient.” He sealed that with a kiss and handed her the stack of sandwiches. “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”
Laughing, Marcy grabbed a sandwich and carefully set it on her plate. He sat down next to her but loaded his own plate with four of the sandwiches. As she nibbled on her food, she looked at him, but honestly, she was too distracted by all of those rippling muscles in his arms to really be interested in food.
Sure enough, as soon as they’d finished eating, he put all the food back into the fridge, lifted her back into his arms, stripped off their towels and proceeded to make slow, sensuous love to her. Later that night, he gave her one of his shirts, grabbed a pair of jeans for himself, then pulled her onto the soft sofa, right into his arms, holding her close while they watched a movie together. It was a comedy that that they both enjoyed, but the real pleasure was simply being in Zeke’s arms.
She only made it through half the movie before she fell asleep. But her last thought that night was how much she loved being with Zeke like this.
Chapter 11
Spending the weekend in Zeke’s arms was quite the experience. She’d never had an affair before, so waking up in Zeke’s arms, she wasn’t sure what to expect. Thankfully, Zeke didn’t allow for any self-consciousness. He woke her up with kisses, and rolled her over to make love to her again. They showered and then he drove her over to her apartment so that she could get clean clothes.
He tried to encourage her to bring clothes for Monday, but she shook her head, putting her foot down on that issue. “I’m going home tonight,” she told him firmly.
Well, she tried to be firm about it. After waking her up Sunday morning in the most delightful way, he too
k her out for brunch, and then they walked through the park and talked. He told her what it was like growing up the oldest of four boys, about his parents who were currently in Europe, the jobs he’d done in the company as a teenager, and Marcy was incredibly impressed to learn that he and all of his brothers had spent each of their summers working at the various construction sites. They’d learned first-hand how to build things, starting with the lowliest jobs and learning every aspect of construction.
“You really do know the business.”
He shrugged. “My father wouldn’t let us join the firm unless we knew what the workers had to deal with. I have to agree with him. It’s part of the process, knowing what the teams are facing.”
She was even more impressed with him. And in bed? Good grief, she couldn’t seem to tell him no. Not when he started touching her. It didn’t matter where they were, she wanted him. It was difficult to venture out of his apartment because she knew they would be too far away from his bed.
Chapter 12
Marcy stared at the number at the top of her exam, unable to believe what it represented. Impossible!
She looked at it again, thinking her eyes just hadn’t focused yet. No, she hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately. Yes, she was exhilarated and, until a few moments ago, she would have said she was happier now than she’d ever been in her life.
But…she looked at the number again.
Impossible!
Glancing at the other papers from her fellow students, she hoped that maybe everyone had scored badly on the exam. That maybe the test would be graded on a curve.
Nope. The person next to her had a big ole “99%” at the top of her paper.
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