“You’re doing so good at it,” I mumbled. I raised my arms over my head, and my eyes drifted shut.
His body moved against mine. His hands were touching, caressing, and bringing me closer to the edge again.
His name fell from my lips, and with every thrust and touch, my body felt like it was floating.
“Oh, god,” I panted. “Go faster.”
Zag’s pace fastened, and he clenched his teeth while his eyes stayed with mine. “I’m gonna come, babe. I’m gonna need you to come right along with me.”
Another thing that would be so easy because it was Zag.
His hand moved between us, and he gently pinched my clit before his fingers soothed the ache.
My heels dug into the bed, and my body reached up to meet his deep thrusts. His balls slapped against my pussy, which unlocked a whole new feeling I never knew existed.
“Zag,” I moaned. I was so close.
“Your pussy is like a fucking vise, Tess,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
I couldn’t even speak. I felt everything at once, and it was too much to bear.
My world slivered into a million pieces, and I lay there shattered as Zag found his release and shouted my name.
He panted heavily and collapsed on top of me.
Our breath mingled, and I closed my eyes.
“Whoa,” I whispered.
“Whoa is right, babe,” Zag laughed. He gathered me in his arms and rolled me onto his back. He yanked the blanket and pulled it over us. “We’re not leaving this bed, babe. You wanted me here, and now you’re never going to get me out of it.”
And that was precisely what I wanted to happen.