“Spread your legs for me,” he says, voice low and commanding.
I do. He hooks his fingers into my underwear and drags it down my legs. Then he leans in and licks a slow, broad stripe up my center.
I cry out, my hand flying to his hair. He groans loudly against me, the sound vibrating through my body.
“So fucking wet already,” he murmurs, then buries his face between my thighs.
His tongue is relentless. He licks and sucks at my clit with perfect pressure, then pushes two thick fingers inside me.
I moan loudly, my head falling back against the glass. My legs start to shake inside my heels. He fucks me steadily with his fingers while his mouth works my clit, sucking and licking like he can’t get enough.
“Zane,” I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Oh god.”
He grunts against me and curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. My thighs tremble harder around his shoulders. The wet sounds of his mouth and my moans fill the dark living room as pleasure builds fast and overwhelming inside me.
He keeps working me with his mouth and fingers, steady and relentless, until my legs are shaking so hard I can barely stay upright in my heels. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me.
“I’m close,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Zane, I’m so close?—”
“Come on my tongue,” he growls against me, the words vibrating through my core. “Let me taste it, baby.”
The orgasm hits me hard. I cry out sharply, my back arching against the cool glass as waves of intense pleasure crash through me. My thighs clamp around his head, and my fingers tug desperately at his hair.
Zane groans loudly, licking me through every pulse, drawing it out until I’m trembling and whimpering.
He rises to his feet, breathing hard, his mouth shiny with my arousal. His eyes are dark and wild in the city light. Without a word, he turns me around so I’m facing the window. My breastspress against the glass, the cold surface making me gasp. I brace my hands on it as he presses up behind me.
I hear the sound of his belt and zipper. Then his thick cock is sliding between my legs, hot and heavy. He rubs the head along my soaked folds, teasing me.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, voice low and rough near my ear.
“I want you,” I breathe. “Please, Zane.”
He pushes inside me in one deep thrust. We both moan loudly at the feeling. He’s so thick, stretching me perfectly. He stays buried deep for a moment, his chest pressed to my back, one hand gripping my hip while the other slides up to cup my breast.
“Fuck, Celine,” he groans, breath hot against my neck. “You feel so good. So fucking tight around me.”
He starts moving, slow at first, then deeper and harder. Every thrust pushes me against the window, the city lights sparkling far below us like we’re floating above the world. The contrast between the cool glass on my front and his hot, strong body behind me is overwhelming. I moan with every stroke, pushing back to meet him.
His hand slides down between my legs, fingers finding my clit as he fucks me harder. His other arm wraps around my chest, holding me tight against him.
“You drive me crazy,” he rasps, voice strained with pleasure. “You know that? Ever since the beginning. It’s always been you.”
His words hit something deep inside me. I cry out as another orgasm starts building fast. He keeps thrusting deep and steady,his fingers circling my clit perfectly while he pants against my neck.
“Come again for me,” he demands, voice rough. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock while I’m buried inside you.”
I shatter with a loud, broken moan, my walls pulsing hard around him. Zane groans deeply, his rhythm faltering as my orgasm triggers his own. He thrusts deep one final time and comes inside me, hot and thick, pulsing as he fills me. His arms tighten around my body, holding me close as we both tremble through it.
For a long moment, we stay like that, still joined, breathing hard against the window. The city continues glittering below us, indifferent and endless. Zane presses soft kisses to my shoulder, his hands stroking over my skin with surprising gentleness.
He slowly pulls out and turns me around to face him. His forehead rests against mine as we catch our breath. Neither of us speaks about the question in the car.
It still hangs between us, heavy and unanswered. But right now, in the dark with his arms around me and the city lights painting our skin silver, it doesn’t feel quite as impossible as it did before.
23
CELINE
