Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

"Yes," Zach hisses through his teeth. "Do it again."

I don't hesitate because my body is screaming out in need. Bringing two fingers to my clit, I rub them in a circle around the swollen flesh. My breathing becomes erratic as I masturbate with Zach kneeling in between my legs, bent over and watching me with hot eyes. I can feel myself quickening, and my lower back starts to tighten up in preparation for my climax. I rub harder, groans now repetitively tearing their way out from deep within my chest.

So close.

My hips gyrate, my fingers work furiously, and I feel I'm racing down a dark tunnel with a bright, orgasmic light at the end.

"Stop!" Zach growls, grabbing my wrist to halt my actions.

"No..." I moan over the loss of friction I was creating, and frustration courses through me.

"Were you ready to come?" Zach asks. "Were you close?"

"Yes," I practically shout. "So close. Let me finish."

"No," he tells me while maintaining a firm grip on my wrist. "I want to talk about something else that has occurred to me."

"What?" I practically snarl at him while trying to inch my hand closer to my pussy, which is screaming to be touched. My other hand is still in place, spreading myself wide, but his grip keeps me captive.

Zach leans over and puts his face closer to where I'm splayed open. He purses his mouth, blowing a stream of breath over my sensitive flesh, and I yelp from the amazing sensation.

"It occurs to me that all those things you were just doing with your fingers... someone could do with their tongue, right?"

I groan deeply, and the thought of Zach's tongue on me causes a spasm of pleasure to wrack my body.

Zach blows on me again. "Answer me, Moira. Technically, a tongue would work just as good as your fingers, wouldn't it?"

God, please have mercy on my soul.

"Better, Zach," I whisper. "It would work better."

His eyes finally travel up to meet mine, and his look sears me from the inside out. "Release me, Moira. Release me from my promise not to touch you. I'll only use my tongue, I promise. Nothing else."

I'm going to hell. Straight to hell, but my body can't handle this any further. It wants what Zach just offered me, and it's demanding I take it.

"Yes," I breathe out in a rush of desire and longing. "I release you."

Zach doesn't hesitate and his body drops to the mattress, his face going directly in between my legs. He releases my wrist and because, true to his word, he's not using his hands, I pull myself wide open for him again.

He immediately shoves his tongue deep inside of me, giving a groan of approval as he pumps it in and out of my wet flesh. A piercing cry flies from my mouth, and my hips surge up against him hard.

He pulls his tongue out and brings his mouth to my clit and, as if he were an expert who had been doing it for years, forms his lips around it and sucks on me hard. Then he brings his tongue in to play and circles it around me, harder, faster, rough... raw... primal and brutal in the way he lashes against me.

Another cry comes out, and I try to choke it down. Tears form in my eyes over the unbelievable sensation of Zach eating me out like no man has ever done before. He's taking full possession of my body and he's beating it, solely with his tongue, into submission.

My muscles start to contract, the pressure between my legs builds epically.

Zach continues his assault.

Suck.

Lick.

Lash.

Tongue thrust.

Lash again.

Suck, suck, sucking hard.

With an incredibly quick flutter of his tongue over my clit, I erupt all at once. My hands fly into the long locks of Zach's hair and I mash his face down onto me, rolling my hips. He groans hotly against my flesh and thrusts his tongue into me again as my orgasm quakes and rolls through what feels like every molecule in my body.

As if knowing I'm over sensitive now, Zach takes his tongue and gently laps against me, bringing me down with soft swipes. When the tremors finally cease, I unclench my grip from his hair and let my hands fall limply to the mattress.

Zach gives one last, soft suck on my clit, which sends another minor spasm through me, and finally pulls away. Sitting back on his haunches, he looks down at me with a superior smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

My eyes travel down, and I can see that massive erection pushing out against the front of his shorts. He hasn't touched himself once.

When my eyes raise back up to meet his, he surprises me by giving me a short nod of his head and scooting backward off the bed.

"Thank you, Moira. I learned a lot."

My jaw drops as I watch him turn away and walk out of my bedroom, closing my door softly behind him.

Raising my hands up, I rub them over my face and groan in despair.

What in the hell did I just do?

Chapter 7

Zach

Even though I showered and spanked my monkey twice because I was so worked up over what I had done to Moira, I refused to brush my teeth before we left for dinner tonight because I wanted to keep her taste on my tongue.

She tasted better than anything I could have imagined, and I ached with violent need to fuck her after she came down from her orgasm.

But I promised her I wouldn't, and besides that... when I take her, and I know for certain that I will, it's going to be my way for the first time. With her bent over before me and my hand to her neck, pinning away any struggle that she might think to make.

Yes, I'll only take her when I have her absolute submission and not before.

Moira looks like a scared rabbit when I emerge from my bedroom as we prepare to leave for dinner. She won't look me directly in the eye, and my chest puffs up with pride. She is already on her way to submission, and she doesn't even know it.

I casually take in what she's wearing. After dinner, she said we are going to a nightclub where there will be dancing, and I'm assuming she is dressing the part.

She has on a teal blue dress that is tight across her entire body, plumping up her breasts that I now know for a fact have the most beautiful, strawberry-tinged nipples I ever could have imagined. My tongue aches to touch her there too, and I will in due time.

Her hair is in a fiery mass hanging loose down her back, and she has something on her lips that makes them look shiny. As shiny as her pussy was when I descended on her this afternoon.

I'm finding I like my new vocabulary. Cock, pussy, and fuck. My three new favorite English words.

I want to shove my cock in her pussy and fuck her hard.

Yes, I'm mastering this American slang well.

"You look beautiful," I tell her, and her eyes rise to me in surprise. I've never said those words to another woman in my life. Never wanted to until this moment.

"Thank you," she says quietly as she picks up her purse and searches inside for her keys. "Are you ready?"

"I am," I tell her, following her out the door to her car.

Moira takes me to a small Italian restaurant not far from her house. She asks me if I had spaghetti as a child, and a distinct memory assaults me. I remember slurping noodles and the garlicky, tomato sauce.

After we give our choices from the menu to the waiter, Moira is uncharacteristically silent, and I'm guessing she's suffering from regret over what she let me do to her. I don't want her to drift away from the connection I've established though, because I have more stuff planned for her, so I try to get her back on track by giving in to her need to teach me about the modern culture.

"I don't remember much about what my parents did outside of their missionary work, but I seem to remember my mom was home with me all the time, while my dad worked. I'm thinking she didn't work outside the home."

Moira takes a sip of her water and nods. "Randall told me your mom was a stay-at-home mother. Her job was to take care of you."