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Maybe it was just sex.
But… maybe I neededthattoo.
It certainly felt very,veryurgent, as heat built between my legs, and a coil of pressure tightened in my core. It was effortless to say yes when Zay asked if I wanted to go inside. I enjoyed it immensely when he physicallycarriedme there, and then spread me, wet, across my bed and just stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
In a way though… hewas.
We’d been absent—physically, at least—in each other’s lives for nearly a decade. We’d seen too much, experienced too much, to be the same people now.
And yet… this was still very much the boy I’d fallen so inappropriately in love with—and maybe it was still inappropriate now.
I didn’t care.
And if he did, he didn’t show it, his golden eyes darkened with lust as he climbed onto the bed with me, and spread my legs apart.
He settled between them but didn’t enter me, like I expected.
Instead, he kissed me—my lips, my forehead, my jaw, my collar—soft, slow, lingering things that made me squirm underneath him.
When I complained, he went slower.
Down to my breasts, where he nibbled and licked, caressed and plucked with his fingers.
Begging made him goeven slower, which pissed me off, but I did what he was demanding—laid back, so I could just enjoy it.
And…God, there was so much to relish—the feeling of his stubble on my skin, the firm caress of his hands, the soft insistence of his lips, the warm rasp of his tongue.
I held my breath as he traveled down my stomach, squeezed my eyes tight as he bypassed my center to cater to the insides of my thighs, fisted the sheets as he finally, generously, brought the perfection of his mouth to my clit.
He lavished my pussy with attention and praise, with his fingers, his mouth, hisnose. Mentally, I wasn’t sure I was equipped for the kind of gratification Isaiah seemed so intent on heaping between my legs, but I was willing to pass out from the effort.
He pushed his fingers into me in deep, searching strokes that made my stomach clench as I whimpered in pleasure. Between his fingers and his mouth, I was right on the edge of bliss and he was pushing me higher with every stroke, every lap of his tongue, every indulgent sound fromhislips, like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
It was too much.
And not enough.
And then I was over that cliff, yelling my throat raw as an unfamiliar current of decadent pleasure ripped through me. For a moment, there was no sound, no sights, no nothing, just…goodness.
I’d barely caught my breath before Zay was on top of me again, with his face smelling like…me.I had no complaints as he brought his mouth to mine, pushing his tongue between my lips to kiss me as he settled between my legs.
“You liked that, huh?”
Instantly, I stiffened.
An icy feeling skittered over me, settling in my chest as I shook my head, trying to clear away a sudden rush of unpleasant memories.
“Don’t…,” I closed my eyes, then quickly decided it was better to have them open. “Don’t say that to me, okay? Please? It’s—”
“You don’t have to explain,” Zay interrupted, the concern in his eyes making me feel like shit, even though Iknewit should be the exact opposite. “We can stop.”
“I don’twantto stop!” was my vehement response, but I could tell from the look on Isaiah’s face, he wasn’t about to give me a choice. “I…please. I just… I can’t stop…here,” I explained, knowing it wasn’t enough, but still hoping he would understand what I couldn’t find the words to properly verbalize.
When I felt his fingers on my clit, I knew he had.
He knew I couldn’t leave the moment we’d just had—before my bullshit—onthatnote.
And it was seemingly nothing for him to take me right back to that feeling, with his hand between my legs and his mouth on my neck.
