Greta’s back arches off the bed. “Zach!” She fists my hair. Her body goes bowstring tight.
The tension in her muscles, the cadence of her breath, and the clench of her fist in my hair tell me everything. And I do her bidding.
I stroke and suck at first with a rhythm that seems innate, and then with a frenzy when her breaths turn into pants, her words mere sounds.
“Za—my—gah—uh!”
My pulse hammers in time with hers, and I feel the moment she tips over the edge, her thighs tightening around my hand, but this time holding me tight against her, closing down the pressure as the climax washes over her.
And then there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths and the quiver of her muscles as she comes down. Her limbs loosen, and I tuck my legs beneath hers so that they rest atop mine.
I kiss the sweat-misted valley between her breasts, and she catches her breath, stroking her trembling fingers through my hair.
“That was… That was…” She tries, but nothing more comes.
“It was,” I agree between breaths.
Greta gives a breathy laugh. “It was… fast,” she says, sounding almost shocked.
I blink at her moonglow face. “Too fast?”
Almost cackling, she brings her free hand to my chest and pats it twice before rubbing it. “No, God no. Just… really powerful.”
So I guess fast and really powerful is a good thing.
“Also…” Her breath begins to even out. “The best home remedy for cramps I’ve ever tried.”
I kiss her through my laughter. Gently, I draw my hand from between her legs and wrap her up in my arms.
She holds me tight, and I feel…cherished.
I don’t know if I’ve ever eventhoughtthat word. But that’s how this feels.
That is, until she turns onto her side to face me, adjusting so now her legs are tucked between mine.
And then her hand slips down to the band of my sweatpants.
“Whoa,” I grab her wrist before she can go there.
Greta stiffens. “What? Don’t you want to…”
My cock is as hard and as heavy as an anvil between us, and we both know it.
I squeeze her wrist gently. “I want to do anything and everything with you. But that’s not what this was about.”
I can just make out her frown in the moonlight. “What do you mean?”
I bring her knuckles to my lips and kiss them. “It means I wanted to make you feel good, and I never want you to think anything between us has to be transactional.”
Her frown doesn’t clear. “What ifIwant to makeyoufeel good too?”
My grin is wolfish. “Baby, that made me feel fantastic, believe me.”
No lie. She may not realize it, but I feel like I’ve just been crowned King of all the Lands.
“But—”
“It’s late. We’re tired. And, despite the Big O, I’m guessing you’re still a little achy, right?”
