When he moves, I see exactly where we’re headed – the romantic destination of a cleaner’s closet! I should resist going to such a dark, clustered, filth-ridden room, but I need to feel him inside me. I need to know if the spark I keep feeling is real or if I’m just holding a dying flame.
Throwing the door open, Zane pushes me in with ease and as I stand in a room dimly lit by the street lights outside the small window, I hear the lock click and Zane slowly turns around. My body tingles as the look he issues is one so full of want, I remember what it felt like to be needed.
He puts his hand out for me, taking it has me pulled forward and pushed against the door with a heavy push.
“We can’t be long,” I mutter, knowing my entire hoard of brothers with Lorenzo could well find Zane taking me in a closet. “I’m pretty sure that floozy saw what was happening between us,” I whisper, my fingers playfully toying with the lapels of his shirt. I look up, biting my lip. “This never felt more right.”
“Is that the alcohol talking or all you?” he asks, and I shrug. “I guess I better be quick, and have my wicked way with you while you’re still giving me a chance.”
“Yeah, you had,” I reply, my voice quiet and low.
With that said, he’s quick to undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, only to fluidly grab me by my ass and pick me up. He lifts me off the ground and takes me to a workbench on the side of the room. He sets me on the edge and begins to kiss me. If this is the dying love I’ve made myself believe, I have never felt more alive. The touch of his lips against my skin is electrifying and as my hands run over his shoulders, I can feel myself becoming wetter for him.
He laughs as he finds me without any sort of underwear on. When I got dressed before we headed out, I hated seeing my panty line so I just discarded them altogether. It wasn’t a pretentious move, but I’m fucking glad I’m a vain bitch when I want to be.
As he pulls me forward, I reach down to his pants. Zane always used to keep a spare condom in his back pocket on our dates. Some things just never change in life. I push him back a little, showing him the foil packet with a grin. I see he’s annoyed to wait, so I decide to make him really feel it. I bring the packet to my lips, place it between my teeth, and tear into it. When I pull the rubber out, I keep my eyes on him before I allow them to drop, now biting on my bottom lip. When I look down, his penis is already erect, and the length makes me groan. Anticipation bites me knowing how fulfilment is just a mere stone’s throw away from me.
I cover the top of his penis with the condom and slowly and carefully roll it down over his shaft. I hear him grunt and use the pad of my thumb to run down his length after I’ve pushed the condom down, sensitizing and teasing him all at once. When I look back at him, I give him an expression of sheer innocence.
“You have got no one fooled,” he tells me, his tone strained, but he doesn’t let that ruin this.
Grabbing onto my hips, he lifts me to pull me forward and as I slip down, I feel him penetrate me whole. I gasp as his entire size fills me and he withdraws only to issue his first powerful thrust back into me. He hits my g-spot and all rhyme and reason flitters away. My head begins to fall backwards as he pushes his way into me, stealing my breath and sanity. I hold on, feeling unable to do anything but take what Zane has to offer. My body hasn’t felt this alive in months. Endorphins swim in my veins, revive my heart, and help bring my building orgasm alive.
It doesn’t take me long for my orgasm to explode and, for once, I utter the name of the person I only wished was issuing me with one. “Z-Zane,” I stutter, my fingers digging in as my body clenches and releases around his rock hard length as he continues to drive into me with a few more swift penetrations until he comes, too.
There’s a moment where we are just one, enjoying this euphoric state of nirvana and it’s complete bliss. When my high begins to disentangle from around me, I look at him, breathless, consumed, not ready to fall completely and wholeheartedly for him again just yet.
“I’m drunk,” I say, propping myself up against his chest. “This doesn’t count.”
Zane smirks, that cheekiness dancing in his eyes for the first time since yesterday. “Sweetheart, every time with you counts.”
CHAPTER SIX
“This should be fun,” I grumble as I jump down from the breakfast bar. “Grand tour of la casa di Abbiati.” I finish my glass of orange juice and then look at Zane. “Where do you want to start?”
“The bedroom?” Zane asks, wagging his eyebrows at me.
I shake my head and walk toward him, pushing him out of the way as I head toward the large doors that lead down to the gym area. If I start here, I can lead him out onto the grounds and then back into the house for the rest of a grand tour.