When I fell onto my back on his soft mattress, hecame over me, set his forearm by my head and kept right on going.
I had no idea how long we kissed. My leg came up and I bent my knee so it pressed into his hip. His hand tangled in my hair, stroked my face, my arm, then–
Cupped my breast.
“Zeb,” I breathed.
“Is this okay?” he asked against my lips. He was getting permission every step of the way and I appreciated that, but it wasn’t necessary. I was all in.
I nodded. “Everything’s okay.”
He pulled back so his blue eyes met mine. I saw things there, burning need, interest, reverence, awe.
Then I lost that gaze as his fingers worked at the tiny buttons of my flannel. He fumbled and we laughed as he tried. Finally, the last one came free and he parted the shirt.
I had on a little tank top with thin straps and a band of lace across the top. It wasn’t flashy, not that I had a lot of boob to show off. I wasn’t wearing a bra since there was a shelf one built in.
He kissed me again and I loved the feel of his mouth on mine, his heft pressing into me. His lips moved to my jaw, down my neck, to my collarbone, then over my breasts. He set his mouth over onenipple right over my top. I arched off the bed and tangled my fingers in his short hair.
“Zeb,” I breathed, never knowing it could feel this good.
He switched to the other one, making the fabric damp.
I writhed beneath him. Each pull with his mouth was like sending a zing of electricity to my pussy. My clit throbbed, ached with need.
Fingers slid up the bottom of my top and his lips kissed up each inch exposed until it was crumpled up under my armpits.
Then he stared. And stared, which made me self conscious.
“I’m small. I–”
His eyes flicked up to mine. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”
Then he lowered his head and sucked on my nipples, back and forth, without anything between us.
“Zeb,” I cried.
“They’re so sensitive,” he said, as if it was enthralling. “Think you can come like this?”
I shook my head, my hair sliding across the pillow. “I don’t know. I’ve never–”
He growled when he caught on. That if I’ve neverhad anyone lick my nipples, then I’ve never done anything else either.
“You’ve never had your perfect tits played with?”
I shook my head.
“Sucked?”
“No.”
Still bracing himself, he reached down, cupped me through my jeans.
“Here?”
“Zeb!” I cried, just the feel of his palm pressing against me made me so needy.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Were you waiting for me?”
