He turned and kissed me, pecks and slow, slow kisses that had his tongue dipping into my mouth, then open mouth kisses and more pecks. I wasn’t even sure when it happened, but at some point, my hand was on his cheek as I held him there. And I definitely had no idea when his hand slid beneath my underwear, his palm cupping my bare ass cheek.

But the second I knew, the second I realized it, I arched against him, wanting him to touch me more as we kissed.

“Did I tell you already how nice this is?” he asked as he dragged his lips to my throat and gave me another slight suck there as his hand cupped the meatiest part of my butt. “How good you feel? How much I love lookin’ at you?”

“No. You can always tell me again,” I murmured, trailing my hand down between his pecs until it reached the center of his flat, hard abs before making a line back up.

Then he kissed me more, and I wasn’t even sure when his hand lifted my right leg up even higher so that it was hitched over his opposite hip, my left leg still resting between his thighs. And the next thing I knew, I was leaning over him, kissing him, my leg restless as it rubbed against him and part of his jeans. His fingers moved, sliding lower and lower until the pads of them brushed over my lower lips, soft and almost feather-like from the back going to the front.

I moaned as they went back in the direction they’d come. I arched my hips, trying to get more of his touch as he brushed my seam, back to front and back to front, as I kept trying to follow him. Them. His fingers.

“You good with a little more?” he asked after tearing his mouth away, his lips millimeters from mine.

All I could do was nod, my words gone.

He nodded too, eyes hot, as one of his fingers finally grazed my seam, sliding between my lips and just slightly brushing my clit as he did so. It had to be his middle finger because his index and ring finger still grazed the sides of me before the tip of it dipped inside. Just the tip. He moved over my seam again, sliding and brushing, petting me. Then he slipped a little more of his finger in, groaning at what I was positive had to be me soaked.

Every pass, he dipped a little deeper until his whole finger was buried inside of me, and I was wiggling my hips, grinding against him as he pushed in and out, groaning. “Jesus Christ, Bibi,” he whispered, pumping away.

I bit his neck, and his chest went rock hard.

He pulled out of me all of a sudden and squirmed down on the bed, meeting my eyes the entire time as he rasped, “Come here, darlin’.”

I sat up and instantly straddled his stomach, thinking that was what he wanted. Because I knew what I wanted. I wanted to pull him out of his underwear, and I wanted to sit on him.

And that was exactly what I told him.

His groan was long and husky, and I had a feeling I was going to remember the way it sounded for the rest of my life. “You can sit on whatever you want,” he whispered, “however long you want, darlin’, but take a seat up here for a minute, would you?”

He patted his chest, mouth damp from our kisses, his face and neck and chest flushed.

And I knew what he meant.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was aching and hot and wet, and I’d do anything he wanted for a minute. So I climbed up over him, nervous and excited as I threw my leg over his head, and he didn’t wait. He tugged my underwear to the side. When I dropped my hips, he must have met me in the middle because his mouth was there. Tongue there. Everywhere.

I moaned from within my soul as he gently sucked one of my lips into his mouth and then the other before his tongue dipped into me like his finger had.

“Zac!” I hissed as his fingers curled over the tops of my thighs, holding me in place as he suddenly sucked on my clit.

Lifting my hips, I met his eyes as he looked up at me and asked, “Can I…?”

Those hands I loved went to my hips, lifted me up, and guided me down his chest and along his abs. I went for the zipper on his jeans as I leaned forward and kissed him. My hand snuck into his underwear, palming the hot, hard base that had his dick tucked along his thigh, and pulled him out. He let me slink down as I gripped him with both hands, taking in the deep pink penis that was the size I’d imagined.

My God. He was fucking big.

And all he let me do was wrap my mouth around the head once, give it a single suck, before he groaned, “Oh, darlin’ baby, that’s all I can take.”

I pulled him out and trailed my lips along the length of him, inch after inch, as he lifted his hips and smiled down at me with a crazy look on his face.

“Don’t embarrass me like that our first time, Bibi.”

I laughed and licked right under the crown of his head once, earning me a lift of his hips. “What? You’d rather embarrass yourself inside of me?” I teased him.

He howled as his hands went to my upper thighs and he nudged me forward, closer to him. And I went.

“I don’t have a condom, but if you wanna grind up and down my cock….”

I gripped him, laying him flat against that tanned stomach, and straddled his dick, sliding my seam along his hot organ. I didn’t want to wait anymore. I didn’t need to. “I don’t think you need one, but if you want….”

He tipped his head back, the tendons in his throat flexing as I rubbed myself against him. “Swear on my life I got tested when I joined the team, and I haven’t even looked at anybody since way before that, and I’ve never not used—”

I leaned over him, biting high up on his jaw before whispering, “Me neither, and I’m on birth control. You sure that’s okay?”

His hands kneaded my thighs as I dragged my seam along his cock some more, leaving the thick base shiny and damp. “More than okay, honey, please….”

I slipped my hand between his dick and his stomach, raised him straight into the air, and took his tip inside of me. Just an inch, an inch that had both of us groaning before he sat up all the way and took my mouth. I lifted my hips before dropping back down and taking a little more, thankful I’d sucked him a little, even more glad that I’d rubbed my wetness onto him. Slowly but surely, I worked myself all the way down on him, teasing. Zac’s hands were on my ass as I worked up and down his length until finally I was down on his thighs and he was stuffing me full in every direction. I gasped, and he groaned.

Then it was furious, me working my hips, Zac lifting his with those strong hip and ab muscles. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone. He lifted me up and brought my legs around his hips, and then those arms were working, lifting me up and dropping me down on him, halfway down and then back up. Most of the way down and then back up so only his head was inside. Over and over and over again.

I moaned into his ear, and he groaned and grunted, his palm cupping my nape as he held me there against him. Totally against him. Sweat dripped between his pecs, wetting my chest as I moved up and down.

I could feel it. I held my breath and ground my pelvis against him, right, right, there….

“Oh,” I whispered, pressing my mouth against his neck as I cried out, my orgasm rolling through me, making me pulse around him.

“Shit,” he hissed too, thrusting up faster and pushing me down harder and quicker.

“Zac,” I cried, squeezing his shoulders tight, desperately.

He held me tight too, one arm banding around the middle of my back as I rode his lap. “Fuck! Fuck!” he choked, growled, and held me down on him as his hips slowed, his thrusts long, and I could feel him throbbing, pulsing warm and wet. The muscles in his thighs were clenching on and off, like they were spasming, and I was pretty sure I could feel his biceps popping too.