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The front door clicks closed, and Mali feels like a live wire. Like every touch of his fingers to her back is the touch. Like when he takes her coat off for her, he’s going to kiss her shoulder, but he doesn’t. He strokes Buffy and lets him out into the back garden. It makes sense. It’s what Mali should have done, but every thought she has is locked on Zach. The way his trousers bulge slightly. The way she knows he’s hard, because he pressed against her when he closed the front door.

“What do you wanna do with my room?” he asks, leaning against the kitchen worktop. They haven’t turned the lights on, so the only reason she can see him is because of the solar lights in the garden.

Mali shrugs, but her voice is breathy when she speaks. “Guest room? Your mum can have that room if you like, but I think she’d prefer the outbuilding.”

Zach hums, moving closer. “Me too. I could make you something for your wigs. We could have the wardrobe in there for spare clothes, and then one of those drop-down beds you like. I saw those on your Pinterest board.”

Mali nods, watching as he walks closer to her. His hand touches her waist, and she takes a deep breath in. He steps closer still, until she’s backed up against the wall. His nose brushes hers, and then he leans past her and lets Buffy back in. Mali swallows, her thighs clenching.

She lets her fingers trail down his stomach, and she feels him tense as she does.

“Wanna get another cat?” Zach asks.

“Sure,” she mutters, pressing her lips to his neck. She pulls his top up, and he helps her take it off. He’s dangerously attractive, and she might do something like beg him to fuck her right here in the kitchen. The moonlight spreads across his chest, and she swallows thickly.

“Mal,” he begs. “Please, please kiss me.”

She looks at him once. She wants to tease him, but she has nothing but need for him right now, and she moves to press her lips against his. He moans against her mouth, his hands sliding across her back to pull her closer.

“Pretty,” he breathes down her throat. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, Mali.”

“Get your pants off,” she replies, moving her hands from his waistband to tug at his hair. Her lips are never far from his, every gasp of breath feeling like it’s shared. He stumbles back when she palms him through his boxer briefs, and she smirks against his mouth.

“Mal,” he groans. “If you keep doing that, we’re not making it upstairs.”

“Works for me,” she replies, slipping her tongue into his mouth and her hand down his boxers. She feels herself spinning, but she’s too into this kiss to open her eyes and figure out what’s going on. Then she feels her back touch the kitchen worktop, and she realises she doesn’t care where they are, as long as he keeps tugging on her lip with his teeth. Zach holds her against his hips, and she wiggles slightly.

“You look so fucking hot in red.”He pants against her neck, and she finds she doesn’t mind the feeling of his breath on her skin.

“Yeah?” she asks, stilling her hand but leaving it against his dick, feeling him twitch against her. She likes the way he grinds against her.

“Stupid hot."

“Is it your favourite colour now?” She smiles, moving her arms to rest on his shoulders to take some of the weight off his hands, though he doesn’t appear to be struggling.

“Yes,” he replies, palms squeezing her arse. He slides his hands under her dress. "Can I take this off?"

She laughs. “You can do whatever you want, baby.” Zach pulls her closer, lifting her away from the counter. He basically runs through the hallway, and she’d call him out on it if she weren’t desperate to know what he feels like inside her, and she doesn’t think she’ll have to wait long when he starts rubbing himself along her cunt and making her gasp every time he hits her clit.

“Zach…” She moans when he rubs against her as he carries her up the stairs. His hands are firm and steady, letting her writhe against him without fear of falling, and the way his body holds her close has her thinking about other positions they could try.

He lightly tosses her on the bed, then immediately leans over to pull the zipper of her dress down, and he’s about to realise how desperately she was hoping he’d fuck her today. He pulls her dress to her feet, and she kicks the offending item off her toes, her legs widening for him like this is natural.

Zach traces the edge of her lace pants with his fingers, and she misses his face, so she props herself up on her elbow and casually runs her fingers through his hair.

“Did you wear these for me?” he whispers, holding her gaze as he licks a stripe from her entrance to her clit, just on the edge of not enough while she still has her underwear on.

“These are,” she starts, breath choppy, and almost loses her train of thought, “my everyday underwear,” she continues as casually as possible—which isn’t very casual when he’s looking at her like he’s about to devour her.

“So, you won’t mind if they get torn?” he asks, running his fingertips under the seam.

“I don’t care,” she whispers, fingers gripping the bedsheets. His hand tenses around the material slowly, a smirk forming over his face as she rolls her eyes.

“Fine!” She laughs, moving her hands down to pull her pants off. They are some of her favourites, and they’re discontinued, so it just makes good sense. Zach bats her hands away playfully and pulls them down for her, taking his time to fold them into a neat pile while she lies there, legs open and waiting for him.

“Such a dickhead,” she says, with far too much adoration in her voice.

“How rude,” he replies, returning to the space she left for him. Her head hits the mattress as he strokes his finger through her cunt. She appreciates that he doesn’t call her out on being this wet for him already. She misses his face, and she goes to look at him, but then he flicks his tongue over her clit, and she decides to stay right where she is.

“Zach,” she gasps, as he hits the perfect spot. Mali’s not even sure why she called his name.

“Yeah?” he asks, and the vibrations as he dips his tongue in her are making her see stars.

“I love you,” she replies, her hand tightening in his hair. Zach hums, and she can feel him smiling against her. She lets herself enjoy the feel of his tongue on her and the way his hands hold her thighs open.

“Fuck,” she moans as he licks her. He reaches for her hand, and she gives it to him because the sparks are starting at the base of her spine, and her muscles are tightening of their own accord, and she’s close. So close.

“Baby,” he says, pulling back, and she moans, feeling her orgasm slip away. He pulls her tighter to him with one hand around her thigh.

“Zach,” she says, and it sounds alarmingly like a whimper.

“Yes? What do you want?” He presses small kisses to her legs, her lips, everywhere she wants him but nowhere that she needs him.

“I want you to make me come,” she whines. “But I miss you. Can you come up here?”

He crawls up her body, his lips against her skin with every movement. He’s so attractive it makes her dizzy. The way his abs flex as he moves. The hard lines of his shoulders. The way his dick hits his stomach.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“I can work with it,” she replies.

He laughs, his fingers taking over from his tongue as he crawls up her body. She pulls him closer. They’re basically panting into each other’s mouths because they can’t get their lips to lock, but it’s working for her. It feels messy and sweaty and all too amazing when he flicks his tongues against hers. The way their tongues meet, probing into each other’s mouths, is filthy and makes her walls clench, and she feels dangerously close to the edge.

“Missed me, huh?” he asks, mouth slick from where he was working her over, and she wants to tell him yes, she did miss him. She always misses him, every second he’s not with her. But his fingers are moving at the perfect speed, and the look in his eyes is threatening to send her over the edge, and she wants to come with his mouth on hers. So, she says nothing as she brings him closer with a hand on the back of his neck, and as she feels her toes curl, his hand retreats.

“Oh my God, fuck you,” she moans. It takes longer for the sensation to leave her this time, and she thinks if she could rub her thighs together, it would be enough to send her over the edge, but Zach’s on top of her. Her body shakes, and she’s never been so turned on in all her life. She wants him to do whatever he wants with her. The filthiest things he can imagine, because she knows he’ll be so soft with her. He’ll fuck her hard, but his lips will be against her shoulder. He’ll make her work for it, but he’ll tell her she’s perfect at the same time.

“You’re so right,” Zach says, licking along her bottom lip. She chases him, but he’s too fast. “This is fun.”

She laughs, pulling him closer. She doesn’t mind what he does. She only ever wants to be with him. Trying new things, figuring out each other’s bodies. But she really needs to come, so she wraps her hand around his dick.

“Mal,” he warns, dropping his forehead to her shoulder.

“I thought you’d be the kinda boyfriend that wanted me to come first,” she whispers, pumping him steadily, “but I guess not.”

He groans, laughing as he presses his lips to her shoulder. “You don’t play fair.” Fair or not, he pulls her hands above her head and holds them with one of his. He towers over her like this, and she’s not sure how she ever got so lucky.

“Zach,” she whispers. He looks down at her. “I love you.”

He smiles, his eyes flicking over her face. “I love you.” He leans against her a little more, his hand working between their bodies, and it feels better when she can feel his dick against her stomach. His fingers slide around her clit, knocking against her lower lips and she knew she liked sex with feelings, but it’s better with him. Everything is better with him.

“Fuck, fuck,” Mali gasps, her back arching almost painfully as Zach plays with her clit. He circles a finger around her cunt, barely knuckle deep as she feels her orgasm barrelling through her body. Her toes curl, and her fingers ache with how hard she’s gripping the bedsheets as she fucks herself against his fingers. He moves his fingers deeper, and she’d be embarrassed by the whine she let out if she was capable of thought. Zach kisses her deeply, finally letting her wrists go and she immediately wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“Got another one for me?” he asks, his voice deep, as he moves a hand up her body until he grips her chest, tugging at her nipple.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Fuck me, now. Please.” She reaches for a condom. “Don’t stop, okay?” she says, her eyes trained on his lips.

Zach nods uselessly, his nose brushing hers as he does so. She rolls the condom onto him, and every muscle in his body tenses at the feeling. He grips her hip with one hand, his other pushing hair from her face, twisting the red curls around his fingers as he lets his hand rest at the top of her head.

“Hey,” he says, his voice shot as he looks at her. He’s so close—embarrassingly close, seeing as she’s the one he’s been edging—but there’s something insane about the way she moves, the way she sounds, that just does it for him.

“Hey,” she whispers, her hands winding around his neck to pull his body flush with hers. She widens her legs, and he watches her face as he pushes in. It’s slow, and he takes a deep breath with every inch he moves.

“ Fuck me ,” she whispers, her hand squeezing his arm. “Holy shit, Zach.”

“Good or bad?” he asks, lifting himself from her body, but she moans and pulls him back.

“Good, so good, I just—I need a second.”

“Okay,” he pants. He feels like he’s run a marathon, and he’s not even moving. She tilts her hips slightly, and he slides in to the hilt.

He moans loudly, trying to muffle the sound against her neck. He didn’t even know he could move more, but she tightens her legs around his hips before he can pull back.

“Honey, please, stop moving,” she replies. “I don’t wanna come three seconds in, and I’m stupidly close already.” She’s tighter like this, and it makes his brain feel fuzzy.

“Mal,” he groans, his lips against her neck. She shuffles underneath him, and he matches her movements.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Again.” He thrusts slowly. He barely pulls out at all, but it doesn’t matter. Mali comes underneath him. It’s long, and she pulls him to her mouth as she moans, and it’s the single hottest thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Jesus—that’s never happened before.”

“No?” he asks, his eyes squeezed tight as he tries not to follow her with how tightly she gripped him.

“No,” she replies. “Can’t believe you’ve got a massive magic knob.” Zach laughs, collapsing against her, and she wraps her arms around his back.

“You’re so ridiculous,” he mutters.

Mali hums. “I wanna be on top,” she whispers, and it’s music to his ears.

“I could work with that,” he replies, threading his fingers through her hair, lifting her face to his, but she pulls back when he brushes his nose against hers. They spin, and he grunts when he slips out of her. She straddles him, lightly rubbing her hips against his dick, pushing her hair behind her back.

“Hands behind your head.”

“Mali,” he groans, though he does what she asks.

“Oh, you thought you were going to get away with your performance just now?” she asks.

Zach laughs. “You came twice! You said I had a magic knob!”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” she says, with a wave of her hand. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll mind.” She moves to place her hands on his chest, and all her hair falls over one shoulder. She gives him a what can you do? smile.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, his eyes flicking across her face. “How did I get this lucky?”

“Don’t try and butter me up. You still can’t touch me,” she replies, leaning down to bracket his head with her forearms, slowly rolling her hips against him. She presses her lips against his neck, sucking lightly as she continues to move her hips. He bucks against her when she moves all the way to his tip, but then she stops.

“What?” he gasps, the wooden headboard cutting into his fingers.

She pouts. “You’re not allowed to move.”

“You said I wasn’t allowed to touch.”

“Are you a lawyer now?” she asks, moving her hips again. She dips her head to pull on his earlobe with her teeth. “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“Jesus Christ, Mal,” he groans. He grips her headboard. With every movement she makes, he can feel her wetness spreading over his dick. She leans back, using his chest to rest her hands for a second. When she sits back, her hips still moving at a slow, tortuous pace, he’s delighted by the sight before him.

Her head is thrown back, the long slope of her neck barely illuminated by the moonlight that filters through the curtains. She moves her hands slowly, along her legs and up to her chest. Zach knows she’s doing it on purpose, showing him where she wants him to touch, but he can’t. But he can watch, so he grips the headboard hard enough for the wood to bend under his fingertips as she pulls her nipples between her fingers, her lip caught between her teeth.

She bucks her hips with a whine, and she rolls her neck so she can see him.

“Feels good?” he asks, his voice desperate.

“Yeah,” she pants. “You always feel good.”

“Baby.”

“Talk to me,” she whispers, her hips threatening to send him over the edge, but fuck, does he love to feel her come with his lips on hers, so he tries to hold off.

“I missed you today,” he says.

“You saw me all day,” she jokes, her voice barely more than a whisper as she moves along his dick. Zach wonders if she remembers that this morning, they were casual. This morning, he was being the biggest idiot in the world. She leans her hand on his chest, moving forwards as she grabs his dick with her other hand.

“Thank fuck,” he gasps.

Mali laughs, her nose brushing his as she lines herself up. He lifts his head to touch his lips to hers, but she moves back with a devilish smile.

“Mal— ugh .” He moans as she sinks down on him. His arms tense as he bottoms out, and he hears the snapping of wood under his fingers. Mali’s eyes are wide, and he grips her hips before they plummet to the floor. Luckily, the bed is fine; the headboard is just useless.

“Zach,” Mali gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she laughs.

“Shit,” he says, but then all his brainpower is taken over by the feel of her laughing on top of him. “Mal, honey—”

“If I let you touch me, are you going to snap me like the headboard?” she asks, leaning forwards until her chest brushes his, grinding her hips slowly.

“I’d never hurt you,” he promises.

“Okay,” she whispers. “You’re supposed to be talking to me.”

He unwraps his fingers from her hips and taps the headboard to make sure it’s not about to fall. It doesn’t. So, he moves his hands back to her hips, helping her move up and down, though he figures with the way she relaxes onto him, he’s doing most of the work now.

“I did miss you today.”

“Yeah?” she pants, her hands in his hair, pulling his head back so she can kiss his neck.

“Yeah. I missed watching you walk around the office. I missed you when I made morning smoothies. I missed you when you weren’t in the room.”

“Stalker.”

He spanks her once, and she bites down on his shoulder with a growl, so he does it again. He grips her arse in his hands, grinding her against him.

“I missed watching you flip your hair over your shoulder only to push it behind your back again. I missed your face when I fucked my fist to the thought of you this morning.”

“Zach,” she whines, her fingers tight in his hair.

“I missed thinking about you getting on your knees—”

“I’ve never done that,” she replies.

“Baby, if you think I haven’t thought about you in every position imaginable, you’d be wrong. I imagine you everywhere, all the time.”

“You love me,” she gasps, moving away from his neck to look at him.

“I do.” He smiles, lifting himself into a sitting position so they’re chest to chest. “I do love you.”

“You love me,” she repeats, a dazzling smile across her face.

“That’s what I just said.” He laughs, his hand around the back of her neck. He presses his lips to her collarbone, and she moves on top of him, his spare hand gripping her hip. He can feel the tingles in his spine as his balls tighten, but fuck, he wants her to come first. He flips them over.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Tell me you love me.” It sounds as desperate as he feels to hear her say it. He’s not even sure why he needs her to say it. But suddenly, it’s all he can think about. He thrusts faster, harder. “Mal—”

“I love you,” she moans. “I love you—fuck, fuck —” She arches her back, her hands clawing at his neck as she comes, and it’s all he needs to fall over the edge with her, burying himself as deep in her as he can. Zach can barely catch his breath as he pulls out slowly, flopping onto his back and pulling Mali over to him. He disposes of the condom before he lets himself get comfy, but it’s a gargantuan effort. When he’s back, Mali leans against his chest, and he twists her hair between his fingers, thinking if he stayed here forever, he’d probably be happiest person in the world.