Our noises feel extra loud in the quiet dark of the room, but I like the erotic symphony we're creating, like a song written for just the two of us.
“Zayden,” I whisper as he pushes against me, his body jewelry making my clit tingle and throb. I can feel that explosion of stars behind my eyes, that hot fire raging through me. He rides me all the way down into it, until I'm gripping the bed and biting my lip to keep from screaming.
Zay releases his grip on my hair as I collapse forward, drawing away from him with a groan. I feel like I can barely move, but he's clearly not done with me, dragging the pillows out from under my body and tossing them to the floor.
He turns me over with a steady grip on my hip.
“I can't,” I whisper as Zayden slides his sweaty body over mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face against the shaved side of his head as he kisses my throat. That smell of him is so comforting, I feel like I'll never be able to get it out of my head, the way it wraps around me and holds me tight like that. “I can't go anymore.”
“Trust me: the second orgasm's always better than the first. Relax. I'll do all the work, baby.”
Zayden cups my face in his hands and kisses me, his bodyweight heavy but just as comforting as his scent. On instinct, I spread my knees open and adjust myself so that we're cupped together at the hips. This time when he enters me, there's no pain, just the slick slide of his shaft into my swollen body. The sensations are so different this time, each stroke tender and deep.
“I've got such a huge crush on you, Brooke,” he whispers into my ear. I reach back and curl my fingers into the pillow under my head. I can't listen to things like that, not while we're doing this. I've got no experience in this department and it's totally screwing with my brain. I'm feeling things for Zayden that no person in their right mind should feel, not this quickly. I know it's because of my inexperience, but God … telling me he has a crush on me doesn't help at all.
“Fuck me harder,” I say because I want to flip the switch on this meeting, strip away any false sense of tenderness or caring, make it dirty and hot and crazy. “Do it hard and don't stop.”
Zayden nuzzles the side of my head, buries his face in my hair and makes an mmm sound that has me bucking my hips up to meet his. When he lifts up and braces one hand next to my head, the other gripping my hip tight, I close my eyes against the sight of his face above me.
With rough, angry thrusts, he gives me exactly what I was asking for, driving into me with a fierceness that leaves no room for thoughts, that obliterates any worries or fears or questions in my mind, yanking a second orgasm literally screaming from my throat.
I'm so busy thrashing and trembling under him that I almost miss his orgasm, the last few wild bucks of his hips as he comes with a deep guttural male sound that I don't think I'll forget for the rest of my life, no matter how many lovers I have.
When he collapses on top of me with a chuckle, I find that I'm still gasping and panting for breath. My chest is rising and falling with rapid inhales and frantic exhales.
“Mmm,” Zayden says as he rolls off and removes the condom. I try not to look at him. The sight of all that naked, tattooed flesh just makes me feel hot and ready again. Dear God. “Gimme ten and we'll go for round two.”
“Round two?” I echo as I roll away from him and curl my knees up. “How many times do you think we're going to do this?”
“As many as we can,” he says, his voice strangely grave. I glance over my shoulder and find him ruffling up his dark brown hair. “We've got six days left, so … like at least thirty times, don't you think?”
I laugh as I turn fully towards him and he smiles over his shoulder at me.
“I can't leave you without a full roster of experiences to draw from, you know? Like, you totally haven't sucked my cock yet, and I haven't gone down on you, and then there's anal to worry about …”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I hold up a hand as Zayden grins and gives me one of his signature winks. “Anal? You're getting way ahead of yourself there, Nanny Roth.”
“Nanny Roth?” he asks as he gets up and disposes of the condom in the bathroom trash. When Zay comes back, he lays behind me and pulls my body into a tight spoon. Oh. That feels nice. Really nice. Too nice, maybe. The urge to snuggle back into him is strong, but we don't have that kind of relationship, do we? “I like that. Call me nanny while I'm fucking you, okay?”
“Absolutely not.” Zayden grins against my ear and leans his warm, sweaty body into mine, kissing my cheek with his stubbled face. I wrinkle my nose against the brush of his hair against my skin, but I actually do kind of like it. “So, you really do have a crush on me, huh? Even when I'm so bad at sex?”