Sleet Sugar by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

IZZY

Silly man, the sight of a fully naked woman and suddenly he forgets how to function. Normally I wouldn’t enjoy standing entirely nude in front of a man this hot, in full daylight, but Zach makes me feel so sexy.

So, going with the sexy, I bring my hands up to cup my own breasts. I watch with a smile as Zach’s eyes follow my hands.

Releasing one, I trail my hand down, all the way down to my aching core. My eyes stay on Zach, and his stay on me.

Sliding my hand lower, I let my fingers glide through the wetness that has already gathered from our kisses.

When my middle finger connects with my clit, I gasp.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Zach mutters, sounding pained.

With his eyes still on my hands, Zach fumbles with his pants.

He grabs a condom out of his wallet and makes it as far as unzipping his jeans. Done waiting, Zach pulls his fully erect cock out of his pants and rolls the condom on.

I lean back so I’m partially sitting on the arm rest of the couch and spread my legs.

Zach steps forward, one hand on the inside of my thigh, holding me open, the other hand at the base of his shaft. We both watch as he brings the tip of his cock to my entrance. When he pauses, I look up to meet his eyes.

“Sugar, are you sure?”

“Yes, please. I need to feel you, Zach.”

With a growl and one swift motion, Zach buries himself to the hilt. We both let out sounds that are barely human.

Then Zach starts to move. It’s small motions at first. Shallow thrusts. And I feel the delicious sensation crawl up my body.

“Sugar. Baby. You’re so fucking perfect. So tight.”

“So, good,” I agree on a moan.

As Zach quickens his pace, his words get jumbled.

“Fuck… so wet… Sugar… missed you… my girl…”

I wrap around his neck, and hold on tight. His thrusts nearly pushing me right off the couch.

I don’t know what I would have done if I lost this. If I lost him. He’s perfect for me, in every way. And the feeling of his large muscled body over mine is the only thing capable of calming the storm that’s consumed my soul since last night. This is the man for me. My Zach.

When his arms wrap around my back to hold me tightly against his chest, I feel a wave of emotion roll through me. It’s so strong it pricks my eyes with tears.

Every nerve ending is on fire and with my mouth pressed against Zach’s neck, I don’t think, I just speak.

“I love you, Zach.”

His body stills and I feel every one of his muscles tense.

Oh, no. I shouldn’t have said that.

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I know I shouldn’t have...”

With our bodies still connected, Zach pulls back enough so that he can look at my face. His own covered in disbelieving shock.

“Do you mean it?” he questions.

He’s not angry. He’s stunned.

I nod.

Then I nod again.

“I do. I have for a while.” Watching his jaw work, I reach up and touch his cheek. “You don’t have to - ”

His mouth consumes mine and I don’t get out another word.

His hands feel frantic, touching every bit of skin they can find.

He increases his pace and I start to slide off the arm rest. Zach puts a hand under my ass and one across my back and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He lifts me, takes a few steps and lays me down on the couch. Never sliding out of me. Still rock hard. I cling to him as he goes back to a slow controlled movement.

“Come with me Sugar.” He murmurs against my lips. “You know how.”

My mind flashes back to our first night together, when he told me to touch myself. I feel my pussy clench around his cock at just the thought.

“Fuck, Baby...” He bites my neck, spurring me into action.

I release one of my arms from around his neck and drag my nails down his chest as I bring my hand to where we are joined.

He leans back and I wrap my fingers around the exposed part of his length, and squeeze.

Zach groans, then - holding himself above me on one hand - he reaches up and pinches one of my nipples.

Releasing my grip on him, I move my fingers to my clit and start to rub. I’m so slick that my fingers slip across my skin.

Zach doesn’t stop teasing my nipple. And he doesn’t stop his thrusts.

“Tell me when you’re close," he pants.

“I’m close,” I breathe out.

“Tell me you love me," he growls.

My eyes meet his. “I love you, Zach. I love…” He slams into me and my declaration breaks off, as I’m no longer able to speak.

“Come for me, Baby.”

Zach’s ragged voice throws me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. Pulsing out from my core in a roar. Or maybe the sound filling my ears is Zach.

My release pushes him over the edge The sound of him groaning out his pleasure is so erotic it prolongs my bliss.

When my body finally stops convulsing, I remind myself to breathe. My blood is still on fire and I’m pretty sure my turtledove had a heart attack sometime in the last five minutes.

We lay like this, a tangle of limbs and racing hearts for what feels like forever. And I press my lips against Zach’s neck when I feel him start to move.

He shifts his weight so he can lean back and look at me. But just as he opens his mouth to speak, his words are cut off by the shrill sound of my smoke alarm.