Page 10 of Protecting my Zinnia

"Definitely beginner's luck," she laughs. I adore how her eyes sparkle.

"You're right. You'll just have to do it again and again."

Over the next hour Zinnia continues to impress me. Not only by being unusually accurate with every shot. It's her focus and determination. Her ability to shut everything else out and be perfectly still. That's an art that it takes some archers years to learn.

"Do you meditate?" I ask suddenly.

She shakes her head. "No. I get too jumpy."

"Then how do you stay so still when you shoot?"

Her eyes light up as she leans in to whisper in my ear, "Easy. You told me to."

Grabbing the bow from her hands, I replace it on the rack so I can hold her against me. "Well, if your goal was to impress me, you've done it."

"Good. I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to play the part of the helpless princess so that you could coach me more."

"Never." Picking her up, I carry Zinnia and sit her on a small table. Her legs immediately wrap around me.

"You don't know what it does to me when you do this," I growl against her lips, caressing her outer thighs.

"Oh, I have some idea," she purrs, grinding against my thick erection.

"You're driving me wild, gorgeous." My hips pitch forward, pressing against her jeans as she opens wider. "Do you have any idea what I would be doing right now if there weren't people on their way here?"

Her eyes blaze. "Tell me."

My fingers tangle into the hair at the nape of her neck, angling her back. "You'd already be naked. I'd be kissing and licking every inch of this sexy body. My mouth would be feasting on your pussy, making you come over and over. Do you know why?"

Her breath is stuttering, eyes wide, as she trembles against me. "Why?"

Grinding slowly against her, I let her feel the size of my erection. "Because you're a tiny little thing, and all of this is for you. I'm going to need you dripping wet so that you can take it."

Zinnia grins, nodding eagerly. "I bet I can."

"You're that determined?"

"You have no idea." Her hips move in a slow circle, as if she's already fantasizing about what would be happening if we weren't wearing jeans. "What else are you going to do to me?" Zinnia breathes, slowly twisting back and forth to brush her nipples against my firm chest.

"You really want to hear it?"

"Yes." Her eyes are glassy, her breath shallow as she moves restlessly against me.

"I'm going to slide my huge cock into this sweet little pussy," I murmur, brushing my lips against hers. "I'm going to watch your beautiful eyes as I fill you up. Stretch you open. Fill you with so much cock that you moan my name." She's moaning already, her thighs tightening around me. "If I slip a hand into your panties right now, would I find you wet for me?"

Her chin tips up and down. My fingertips sneak under the button of her jeans, slowly gliding lower, expecting her to stop me. She doesn't.

The lights in the foyer turn on, bringing me back to reality with a jolt.

Blocking Zinnia with my body, I turn around to see Clark hauling in a couple of deliveries.

"Hey, Evan. What are you doing here so early?"

Zinnia drops her legs and as she stands I keep an arm firmly around her while her breath returns to normal.

We turn together, and Clark looks up and waves. "Oh, hi! Private lesson? Cool." He goes back to his boxes without another glance.

"My place tonight?" I murmur.