Page 40 of Badd Ass
“Zane…” she breathed.
“Mara.” I pulled back, my eyes on hers. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t—I don’t know,” she whispered, and then pressed a kiss to my jaw, my chin, my cheekbone, kisses peppering across my face with delirious fervor, eliciting gasping groans from me at the wet, warm bliss of her lips, the affection in the kisses. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Me neither.”
We were on our sides facing each other, tangled together. My cock was aching, throbbing, pulsating with bursting need. I could feel every inch of Mara pressed against me, her breasts flattened against my chest, her arms around me, her hands scouring my arms, my hips, my thigh, my shoulders, palming over my scalp and teasing the shell of my ear and my nape and my back.
She pressed closer to me, snuggling so tight there was not a single atom’s worth of space between us. A breath of a moment later, Mara draped her thigh over mine, her hand on my ass pulling at me.
“Zane.” She buried her face in my neck, breathing hard. “I need you.”
I inhaled the scent of her hair, my hand on her hip. “I need you too.”
She flexed against me, then, and I couldn’t stop the way my hips ground against hers, and I felt her slit sliding damp against my cock. “God…Zane—” There was a hint of a whimper in the way she said my name.
A pivot of my hips, and I felt her open for me, felt her slick warmth welcome me. I groaned into her hair as I pushed in, bare and trembling.
Mara moaned with me, clinging to me with all the strength in her body, shuddering against me as I sank into her until we were hips to hips, flush, her thighs wedged around my waist. I rolled to my back, taking her on top of me, and she drew her body downward, lips stuttering across my chest, her spine arching outward, her hips grinding backward, crushing me deeper and deeper and deeper. I gripped her hips, then forced my hands to release, hands shaking more than they ever did before combat. I traced the knobs of her spine with my fingers, walking my touch up her back until I reached her neck, and then slid my hands into the blond mass of her hair.
Her head lifted, then, and her eyes bored into mine like lasers, daring me to look away, daring me to break this moment, daring me to stop this. I couldn’t, I didn’t. What I did was bring her face down to mine and kiss her, renewing the breathless delirium of our earlier kiss, except the ferocity and need was redoubled now, because I was buried inside her to the hilt, her pussy clenching around my cock.
When my tongue slid into her mouth, she moaned, and began to move. A slow slide at first, is all it was, but then as one moment bled into the next, she growled into the kiss and moved faster. Her hands clutched my face and her tongue slashed mine and her hips rolled faster and faster.
Something niggled deep down, way in the back of my consciousness, but I couldn’t grasp the thought. All I knew was Mara, her mouth on mine and her ass brushing against my thighs as she moved on top of me. I moved with her, palming the heavy, taut globes of her perfect ass, encouraging her motion, pulling her against me, gripping my fingers into the generous swell. I tasted the heat of her mouth and felt her pussy clenching in throbbing rhythm around me.
She controlled this moment. It was her movement, her body writhing on mine. All I could do was move with her, push into her thrusts.
A rasping moan bubbled past her lips and we moved together, thrusts becoming ever more wild, ever more forceful, Mara guiding our pace. Faster, faster…her moans nonstop, her pussy gliding around my cock in a tight, slippery slide. Her forehead pressed into my chest and she pushed, arching her back, hips tight against mine to keep my cock thrust deep inside her. She rolled her hips in wide circles, and her fingers stole between her thighs, and she touched her clit. I kept moving, keep thrusting even though I was pressed as far into her channel as I could go, feeling her hand between us, her knuckles moving as she fondled her clit.
Her moans went ragged, became whimpers, and then breathless shrieks, hips grinding harder, faster. “Zane—god, Zane. I’m—ohhhhhh…”
She couldn’t even finish her statement, but I knew. God, I knew. I felt it, felt her body spasm, felt her pussy ripple and tighten around me. In the moment of climax, she yanked her hand away and gave in to riding me through the orgasm.
Her groans, her gasps, the clamping clench of her pussy around me, the hot silk of her flesh against me, under my hands, her body writhing above me, juddering…
It was my undoing.
“Mara, god…I’m—ohhhh god—I’m right there, I’m so close…”
Her eyes flew open as I felt the release building inside me. “Oh, no! Zane—don’t! Not inside me!”
At the very last moment, I rolled her off of me and pulled out. Went to my knees above her, snarling and grunting as I felt the orgasm build and build to an imminent, explosive crescendo. Mara reached for me, both hands wrapping around my cock, fists plunging. I let go, then, hips pumping, cock sliding through her hands.
I came with a wordless shout, a geyser of come spurting out of me. Her fists plunged hard and fast, her attention rapt as the first stream shot out of me, splashing onto her pale skin. I growled through it, watching my come lay in a thick white stripe along her belly and up her ribcage. She shimmied down as I came again, and this time it pooled on her breasts, sliding down between the mounds of taut, firm flesh. She didn’t relent, but kept stroking me through each successive wave until I was breathless, a viscous string dangling between the tip of my cock and her skin.
She lifted up, licked the string away, and took me into her mouth. She sucked the last of it out of me, fist still sliding, until I was too spent to stay upright any longer.
I fell to the side, gasping, Mara next to me. She was staring down at herself, index finger tracing through the puddles of my come.
As we lay in companionable, easy silence for several minutes, the reality of what we’d just done, what had almost happened, began to rifle through me.
“Mara, I—” I started, but had no idea what I’d been about to say.
She held up her finger, sticky with my come, stuck it into her mouth and pulled it out, and then her eyes met mine. “I’m sorry, Zane.”
“You’re sorry? For what? It was me, I should’ve—”