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“Fuck, fuck,” he gasped as she suddenly drove him deeper, as deep as she was—he could feel the pressure at his tip telling him he could go no farther. And she cried out again, even louder, almost as if it hurt. And hell, maybe it did. He knew well that pain could be good, if it was right.
That move seemed to activate her, push her from careful experimentation to naked need. Her hands came up and clamped over his, pressing him to her tits, and she started to move faster, harder. He noticed that she seemed to prefer coming down at a slight slant, leaning a bit to her right and his left, and back a little, which worked against his slight natural downward curve in a way that brought him, too, right to that sweet spot on the edge of discomfort.
He curled his hands into fists again, catching her nipples in the way he knew she liked.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted in breathless gasps and her slanted grinding sped up again.
Zach arched his neck and pressed his head hard into the pillows, trying to keep control over himself, but the sight and sound and fuckingsmellof her finding what she needed, taking what she needed from him, was almost too much. He couldnotgo first, no fuckingway, but it was going to be close.
It took him a bit to realize it, but the sound of her chant changed—she wasn’t sayingohanymore. Pulling one thread from his entire focus on not blowing too soon, he listened.
She was saying clit.Clit. Clit. Please.
Both his hands were still full of her tits, and trapped by the tense claws her hands had become, but he worked one free and slipped it between her legs.
His thumb found her clit, and she reacted like he’d touched her with a live wire. That little node was hard and so hot and swollen. Fuck, he could feel her throb. He played there and watched the glory that was Lyra Haddon in bliss. Just light touches at first, hardly more than tickles, and each one pushed her another step higher until she was bouncing on him, driving down onto him so hard he thought she might break him and then she was peaking and almost yelling, “Harder, harder, God!”
He gave up teasing tickles and rubbed her clit as hard as he could.
When she came, she dropped down so hard and fast her forehead hit his chin and he saw stars for a second, but she was still grinding away, their chests fused together, his hand trapped uselessly between them, until she finally went stiff and still except for the rhythmic clamp and release of her pussy as the orgasm rolled through her.
If she was faking that, somebody call the Academy, because she deserved all the Oscars.
Feeling her finally begin to come back down, Zach took over. He sat up, tossed her arms over his shoulders, and pushed her backward so he could finally get his mouth full of her fantastic tits. He clasped her hips and drove up into her, sucking hard, chasing his own finish now. When he found it, he rolled and put her down on the mattress, driving into her with the last few thrusts while he came so hard he thought his spine might actually be ejected from his body.
And then he simply collapsed. Lyra wound her legs and arms around him and went still.
Eventually, he realized he wasn’t really getting any oxygen with his face buried in the pillow beside her head, so he dug deep and found the strength to prop himself on his elbows and look down at her.
Her eyes were wide with sated shock and her cheeks rosy with exertion. “Holy shit!” she gasped.
“It was good?” Yeah, it had been extremely obvious it was good, but shehadsaid she usually faked it, so sue him for needed a little active reassurance.
“It wasamazing!” Her fingers danced lightly over his beard. “I wish I hadn’t told you I faked it before, because I’m afraid you don’t believe me now, but my god, Zach. I’m stunned.”
“I believe you.” A proud grin took over his mouth. “And, you know, I’m not gonna spread it around, but Iamgonna remind myself every now and then that I was the first guy you really came with.”
She laughed lightly. “I love that it was you. I love that you let me figure it out and didn’t get all pushy.”
It was his father who’d first told him that sex wasn’t a race, wasn’t a contest. There was nothing to win, no prize to be claimed. Sex was about two people connecting. Even casual sex was a momentary connection, but sex with someone you cared about, Pop had explained, should be about them, not you. Truly explosive sex happened when two people who understood that and cared about each other connected at the deepest level.
Zach had just experienced that depth of true connection for the first time in his life.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
