My orgasm hits me with so much force, consuming my mind, body and soul. It’s like a roaring fire has been lit inside of me, one which burns fiercely for one man and one man only. It refuses to be extinguished, devouring everything in its path.
“I want to fuck you every single day.” Zack murmurs, encouraging me to bounce on him even harder. “I want to make you come every single day.”
“I need to feel you come inside me, Zack. I want every single of drop of you.”
My words tip him over the edge as he flips me onto my back instead. He grabs hold of my chin, angling my face towards him. His tongue plunges inside my mouth, sucking on my own tongue as he continues to thrust himself inside of me, taking from my body what I just took from him. His hands find their way to my breasts, squeezing them firmly.
He’s dangerously close to reaching his own climax and I decide to turn the tables on the all of the teasing he’s tormented me with up until now.
“Give me what I need.” I whisper, making sure I speak directly into his ear. “Please, Zack. Come for me.”
I bite his earlobe gently, tracing the tip of my tongue around the outer shell of it. Moaning heavily as I hoist my legs up even further. This helps him to drive into me so much deeper than before as I realise every single inch of him is inside me. I clench myself around him, cradling him with my arms and the inside of my body.
This causes him to become even more frantic in his actions, moving his hands from my breasts to my thighs. He lifts his powerful physique off of me for a moment so he can slip his hand in-between us, stroking my clit with two of his fingers. This emboldens me once more to succumb to his demands and I cry out in ecstasy, allowing my third orgasm to take over. I surrender myself to the sublime sensation, relishing in the release that Zack finds upon my own.
We’re in the shower together when the chemistry between us ignites once again. Except this time, I’m the one who wants to bring him the same amount of pleasure he bestowed upon me in the bedroom.
“I want to taste you.” I whisper, nuzzling against his neck as I catch the small droplets of water on his skin with my tongue.
“Fuck, Sam… what are you doing to me?” He groans, fisting my hair as his fingers tangle within it.
“I want to make you come…” I tease him seductively, biting down on my lower lip. “Let me… please?”
He growls deeply, allowing his head to fall back and hit the shower wall behind him. His eyes are closed and his fists are clenched, struggling to control himself.
I fall to my knees beneath the pouring water, taking his arousal in my right hand as I look up at him towering above me. I wanted to prolong this moment between us and tease him, I wanted him to beg me. I wanted him to plead with me to bring him to his release. Except I don’t think I’m the one who can wait.
I wrap my lips around him and relish the masculine taste of him on my tongue. He’s aroused again already and it’s difficult for me to take much of him inside my mouth because of his size. I look up at him in adoration, observing the exquisite expression on his face as he watches me make love to him with my mouth.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” He whispers. “You’re perfect.”
“You like seeing me like this?” I ask, feeling emboldened and beyond turned on as the water continues to cascade around our naked bodies.
“I fucking love it and you know it.” He replies, stroking the length of my jawline as he slowly starts to push himself even further inside me.
My tongue swirls around him, delighting in the first drop of him on my lips.
“Fuck, come here.” He moans, lifting me so effortlessly.
I yelp as he lifts me so high in the air, wrapping my legs around his shoulders so I’m pressed right against his face. I grab his hair, pulling on it firmly as I struggle to keep my balance. My core is pressed right up against his face so he can devour me, his tongue invading my body within seconds. It plunges inside of me again and again and again, demanding that I climax once more. I throw my head back and circle my hips, grinding my soaking wet centre all over his face.
“Come, Samantha. Come for me baby.” He urges, tightening the grasp he has on my hips, encouraging me to take from him what I need as he forces the lower half of my body to thrust against him.
I can feel my climax building up inside of me, threatening to push me over the edge as I claw at Zack’s neck and face, mindless in my quest to reach my orgasm. He doesn’t even stop as my entire body detonates around him, my core floods with moisture as I scream his name and beg for more.
Nothing matters. Nothing in this world matters to me except this. Us. The two of us and how incredible this feels. My world stops spinning and it’s as though I’ve found my centre. The broken pieces of my soul come together, uniting the two of us in a way I never even thought could be possible.
He lowers me to the ground before he picks me up once more, wrapping my legs around his waist. He thrusts himself all the way inside of me, stealing the breath from my lungs as I cry out in ecstasy. He kisses me, plunging his tongue inside of me so I can taste myself. I’m surprisingly aroused by it and moan loudly as our mouths collide, our tongues swirling together.
“You like that?” He asks me, breathing heavily. “You like the taste of yourself on my tongue?”
“Mmmhmmm.” I whimper, clenching my thighs around his hips.
“Such a naughty girl.” He chuckles, hungrily devouring my neck with kisses.
“Only for you.” I whisper, moistening my lips, daring him without words to take from my body what he needs.
His thrusts become more ardent, desperate and frenzied as his fingers sink into the soft skin on my thighs. He drives into my body, dominating me with his strength, expertise and determination.
When he releases inside of me, it’s a sublime moment for us both. We both experience the serenity of such an earth-shattering moment. It’s as though I no longer exist as an individual. Instead, I am one half of something. I am united with someone who makes me feel whole. With him I am complete.
With him I am enough.
Afterwards, he pulls me close so that our limbs are intertwined. Our naked bodies are so close together, it’s like we’re the same person… two halves of one being.
He’s breathing heavily so I presume he’s fallen fast asleep. Closing my eyes, I will the joyful oblivion that comes with exhaustion to take over. I’m probably a couple of minutes away from slumber when I realise what I’ve forgotten to take.
My pill.
“Shit!” I exclaim loudly, throwing the covers off me so I can jump out of bed.
“Mhmm. What is it? Whats wrong?” Zack mumbles sleepily, rubbing his bleary eyes as he tries to open them.
“My pill. I’ve forgotten to take it.” I explain, rummaging inside my toiletries back which I left by our bed.
“Huh?”
“My contraceptive pill, Zack.” I say impatiently, reaching for my make-up bag as soon as I realise that my pills aren’t where I thought they would be.
“Only by a few hours. That won’t make any difference.”
He shrugs his shoulders as though it really isn’t a big deal. This infuriates me even more and I clench my fists, trying my best not to panic.
“You don’t know that.” I snap agitatedly. “I can’t even find them!”
“Calm down, Sam. They’re here.” Zack tries to calm me, reaching for the discarded packet I’ve been looking for.
I frown at him in confusion and take them from him, wondering where on earth he found them.
“Where were they?”
“Right here on the chest of drawers beside me.”
“I have no idea why I would have left them there.”
“Hurry up and take it so we can go back to sleep, baby.” Zack yawns, struggling to conceal his tiredness from me.
I make my way into the luxurious bathroom and pour myself a glass of water, swallowing the tiny pill before I climb back into bed beside Zack. He�
�s quiet for several moments before he decides to break the silence, coming out with something that takes me by complete surprise.
“I almost wish you didn’t want to take those things so badly.” He murmurs softly, pulling my body close against him.
My back is pressed against his chest so I’m unable to see his face but I can almost visualise the expression he will no doubt be wearing.
“Zack, that’s crazy. Neither one of us is ready to have a baby right now.”
“And why is that?” He challenges me, placing his hand on my shoulder so he can turn me around to face him.
“I can hardly take care of myself right now, let alone a child.”
“What if I said that I would take care of you both?” He demands, refusing to back down on this.
“Stop it, Zack. Let’s just go to sleep.”
“I just have to know that it’s going to happen for us one day. I’m not saying it has to be now just… someday.”
“Yes. No. I don’t know!” I wail, turning my back on him once more. “Do we really need to discuss this right now?”
“Yeah, we do.” He insists, relentless in his quest to uncover the truth.
“Why?”
“Because I have to know.”
“And what if I told you that it wouldn’t? What if I tell you that I might never want to start a family with you? Would you still want me?”
“Samantha, there will never be a single moment of my life when I won’t want you. No matter what. You are the one I chose and despite the fact that it feels like the whole world is against us right now, you are who I need to spend the rest of my life with.”
He speaks with so much certainty, it really is difficult when it comes to doubting him.
“But with Rachel you could have had it all.” I remind him. “A gorgeous wife, someone who was just as successful as you and a beautiful child with her. What can I give you?”
“You give me you and that’s all I need.” He says firmly. “When are you going to start believing in that?”
“I don’t know… someday, I guess.”
“Well, how about we change someday into today?” He asks, supporting the weight of his athletic physique on his forearms above me. “As from today you’re going to start listening to all the positive things I say about you. Neither one of us are going to engage in the negative, ok? Only good things from now on. That’s one of the instructions your therapist gave you, right?”
“You actually remembered?”
“Of course I did.” He replies warmly. “I think you’re doing brilliantly. I’m so proud of you for sticking with your therapy sessions and for being brave enough to tackle the issues that you’ve been dealing with. You are an unbelievably strong and beautiful girl, Sam. I fell for you the first moment that I saw you and I promise you I’m going to make it my life’s ambition to convince you that it’s true.”
We fall asleep fairly quickly, wrapped in each other’s arms and I sleep soundly for the first time in a long while. It feels so good to be away from all of the drama back home in the UK, it feels incredible to be away from all of the judgement, the ridicule and the condemnation of others. Maybe this is what peace feels like, maybe this is what happiness is.
Either way… I plan on embracing every single moment of it.
Chapter Two
The next couple of days that follow are close to perfect. We spend every waking moment in each other’s company as well as the hours we share a bed at night. Our time alone together has only strengthened the bond we share and I think the two of us are going to find it extremely difficult to go back to our individual lives once our vacation is over.
Zack and I still spend the majority of our time on the beach, in our hotel bedroom or dining in our new favourite restraint we discovered shortly after we arrived. Watching the sunset every evening whilst walking along the sands is beyond anything I’ve ever seen before and I just know it’s a memory that has now been engraved across my heart forever.
It’s our fourth day in St. Tropez and we’ve just shared a wonderful meal at the restaurant which overlooks the harbour. Zack convinced me to try a small glass of wine with our food, after promising me that I would enjoy it. I finally acquiesced and was surprised to discover that I liked the taste of it. The small amount of alcohol helped me to relax and eased some of the tension that’s been building as the end of our holiday approaches.
The sunset is spectacularly beautiful tonight, exquisite colours sparkle on the waves which gently wash against the shore. They lap against our bare feet as we stroll along the beach hand in hand, our fingers interlaced together.
“I could stay here forever.” I sigh happily, gazing out at the magnificent view before us.
“Me too.” He agrees, squeezing my hand tightly. “I’ve actually been considering handing in my resignation over the past few days, just so we could stay here indefinitely.”
“Are you serious? Zack, I can’t let you do that.” I respond firmly.
“Why not? I can always find another job and I’ve never seen you this peaceful or relaxed before. You seem… happy.”
“And I don’t normally seem that way?”
“Well… not recently.” He says, pausing for a few moments. “Not with everything that’s been happening.”
“Can you blame me?” I ask defensively, coming to a standstill.
“Of course not, that’s what I’m saying… I like seeing you like this.”
There’s a couple minutes of silence between us whilst I contemplate everything he just said. I have been happier since we’ve been away and I feel so much more at ease within myself.
“I just don’t understand why things back home have been so bad lately. “We don’t even live in the same town as my mum and your parents anymore. Rachel’s in London and no one knows the address of Audrey’s apartment where I’m staying. Well… everyone besides the venomous person who sent me that hate letter.” I add.
“I still think we should report that to the police as soon as get back. They need to know about the phone calls you’ve been getting and the latest note that was sent to you.”
“I really don’t want them involved, Zack. Now that whoever it is decided to write me a letter, we might just find that the phone calls will stop. He or she might feel like they’ve said everything they have to say to me. They could have got it all out of their system now.”
“But they don’t deserve to get away with this.” He snarls furiously. “I want to see them pay.”
“You and I are happy.” I say, trying to placate him. “That’s justice in itself. You and I are together and we’re in love. No one can take that away from us.”
“I suppose you’re right.” He reluctantly concedes. “Anyway, you won’t be in that apartment for much longer, will you? Have you thought anymore about when you’re going to tell Audrey you want to move out?”
“No but I’ve arranged to meet up with her over the weekend as soon as we get back. I’ll discuss it with her then.”
“That’s great.” He replies optimistically, starting to walk along the beach once more. “I just want you under the same roof as me, Sam.”
“But you’ve been staying over at my place before we even came here. We’ve practically been living together.”
“I know that and I’m going to carry on staying with you until you finally move in with me. That way we can make it official.”
“The commute is too far for you, Zack. When you stay at my apartment it means a forty mile journey to and from work. I can’t expect you to do that.”
“Samantha, stop it. I want to be with you, what’s so wrong about that?” He questions me, roughly pulling my body against his.
He stares down at me with an intense and wounded expression on his face. I know he doesn’t understand why I didn’t want us to move in together right away and he’s still struggling to figure out the reasons behind my refusal.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just that I know how much your wor
k means to you and I don’t want to come between that.”
“Look, I really can’t deny that I love being an architect. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do and nothing is going to change that but when are you going to realise that I love you even more? I worked in the centre of London before Rachel and I moved back up here. You and I could easily move back down there. You can find out what it is you really want to do and I know I would be able to find employment without too much struggle. My boss is great and he would love me to go back down south and work with him in the capital.”
“I can’t live in London, Zack.” I reply meekly, lowering my gaze.
“Why not?”
“Because of Rachel.”
He sighs deeply, encircling his arms around my waist. He tucks a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear before speaking clearly.
“Baby, London is a huge city. It’s not like you’re going to accidentally bump into her or anything.”
“I know that but it would just feel wrong to move there. It would feel like we were following her and trying to rub her nose in it now that we’re together.”
“Ok, ok. I understand.”
He smiles weakly before placing a soft kiss on the centre of my forehead. We carry on walking along the stretch of beach in front of us, deep in thought and contemplation.
“Besides, wouldn’t it be too hard for you to move back to the same city that you and Rachel once lived in together?”
“I guess.” He mumbles disappointedly. “I don’t know, Sam. I just want to find a way forward for us. Whatever that might be.”
“You know you never discuss it, don’t you?”
“Discuss what?”
“The baby. Your baby. The one you were going to have with Rachel.”
I glance at him warily, fully aware that this is a difficult subject of conversation for it. Rachel’s termination is something we rarely talk about, choosing to erase it entirely and pretend like it didn’t happen. At first I thought this was the best way but I’ve gradually come to realise that it’s something we need to discuss. If Zack and I want to move forward, we must address the past and learn from it.
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