Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

He gives me more, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking at me hard. My hips shoot off the ground and gyrate against his face.

"Fuck yeah," he groans as he lifts his mouth briefly, only to bring it down again hard as if he's starving.

I'd like to tell you it goes on forever, but I'm so freakin' turned on by how much Zach craves doing this to me, that another orgasms rumbles through me, breaking loose just as quickly as it starts. I jerk at his hair even as I pump my hips upward against his mouth, and even when I crash back down to earth, he keeps licking at me.

"Enough," I moan and push at him.

He looks up at me with a lazy smile, and then rests his chin on my pubic bone. His hands softly stroke my stomach. "I'm not done with you yet."

Cocking an eyebrow at him, I ask, "Oh, yeah... what else did you have in mind?"

Pushing up from his supine position, he sits back on his haunches. "I'm fucking hard as a rock again."

Sure enough, his massive cock sticks up from his pelvis, and I swallow hard. I can't believe that thing fit inside of me. It was one thing to have Zach drilling me from behind, but seeing it just inches away is another thing all together. Even though I just had a supremely amazing orgasm, I can feel my insides flood with more wetness.

Raising one of my legs, I straighten it out and run it along his denim-covered thigh. "Well, we could try it with me on my back, you on top... it's called the missionary position."

Zach actually grimaces but places both of his hands behind my knees, raising my legs up and spreading them outward. "Let's call it something else. Missionary makes me think of my parents, and that's the last thing I want to be thinking about when I'm fucking you."

Rising up on his knees, he leans forward, pushing my knees back further toward my chest, spreading me more. He briefly releases one of my legs, only to grab his shaft so he can bring it to my entrance. When he pushes that massive head into me, he lets his hold go and secures that hand back under my knee.

His gaze stays pinned down on his cock and, with a steady push of his hips, he sinks in to me deeply.

"Oh, that feels good," I breathe out.

"Feels unbelievable," Zach groans.

He raises his eyes to me. When our gazes connect, he starts moving his hips. Slowly, pulling all the way out, inch after glorious inch, only to push back in with exquisite deliberation. He leans his body over me to get a better angle, which pushes my knees back until my thighs are resting against my stomach and breasts. I'm almost doubled in half, making breathing somewhat difficult, but it's worth it because Zach is hitting me so deeply this way.

Zach stares at me closely, almost as if he's studying my face. While the temptation to close my eyes is great, because I just want to immerse myself in the feeling of him, I'm carried away back to the time where he stared at me across the village fire when he first fucked Tukaba in front of me. I feel that connection again, except this time there's no angry challenge in an attempt to scare me away. No, his challenge is all in daring me to keep pace with him... to get swept away in these amazing feelings that our bodies are creating.

Grabbing one of my hands, Zach takes it and shoves it in between our bodies. "Touch yourself," he demands.

Rather than submitting, I reach down, wrapping my finger and thumb half-way around the base of his huge cock while he tunnels in out and out me. I give him a squeeze, and he sucks in a harsh breath.

His stare becomes hard, even when I squeeze him again. "I said... touch yourself, Moira. Do it now."

I just squeeze him again, close my eyes, and moan in pleasure.

Zach pulls out of me all the way, causing my hand to fall to the side. The sudden loss of his girth leaves me starkly empty. My eyes fly open, and I find him staring down at me with his lips in a flat line.

"Don't deny me when I tell you to do something," he growls.

Anger, sexual frustration, and womanly pride all war within my brain in an effort to assert themselves. Anger wins out.

"You don't own me," I tell Zach.

"At this very moment, I own every piece of your body," he tells me while squeezing my legs that are still trapped in his massive hands. "If you want me to continue to fuck you, then you'll do what I tell you."

Zach pushes his hips forward minutely, bringing the head of his cock back to my entrance. I hold my breath in anticipation, but he doesn't move further. I squirm just a bit in a vain attempt to inflame him further. He just stares at me.

"You know what you need to do if you want my cock, Moira."

Blowing out a breath in frustration, I engage in a staring war with him. He pushes in just a fraction of an inch, but pulls back the same amount, causing my flesh to quiver in violent need and my blood to pound.

He waits me out and, finally, I can't stand it anymore.

"Fine," I snap, my hand diving in between my legs so my fingers can find my clit. At the first touch, my hips jerk upward, even as Zach rewards my submission and slams into me.

"Good girl," he grunts as he fills me completely, and then he lets loose.

My fingers rub against my clit, causing another orgasm to start to spark almost immediately because the feeling of his thick cock inside of me, tunneling just under where I push at my clit, overwhelms my senses. In an act of utter defiance though, every few strokes I scissor my index and middle finger apart, pushing them to either side of his cock, creating additional friction against his shaft as it thrusts in and out of me.

The first time I do it, he bares his teeth and hisses at me, but he never stops his movements. That's because he is as lost to the haze of lust and carnality that I am suffering under at the same time.

His hips pound against me, his cock going in so fucking deep. My fingers work myself furiously and both of our breathing is so harsh and labored, I'm afraid one of us might succumb to a heart attack.

"I'm close, Zach," I breathe out, pressing down harder on my clit.

"To coming?" he rasps out, slamming into me brutally hard.

"Yes. You?"

"Just a minute," he says, and then pulls my legs up onto his shoulders, leaning more of his weight onto me. He slams his hands onto the carpet by my ribs, and then unleashes holy hell on my body.

Zach starts driving into me so hard that I swear I feel my spine embedding into the floor, yet the pleasure that he's creating inside of me is so beautifully fulfilling that I want to scream at him to go harder.

Grunts, moans, and wet, slapping flesh. His balls hitting my backside and my fingers working at my own slickness.

It's insane, crazy, wild, and uninhibited fucking.

It's spectacular, and I can't hold back anymore. "I'm going to come, Zach."

He grunts deeply and, impossibly, he goes just a little bit faster, chasing after his own release.

Slamming into me one last time, Zach goes utterly still and throws his head back, causing his long, dark hair to spill down his back. "I'm fucking coming," he groans as every muscle from his neck downward tightens.

The utter and divine pleasure painted across his face is my undoing, and I fracture right along with him. My hands fly upward and grip onto his biceps, my nails biting down into his flesh, and my entire body stiffens rigidly for a brief moment, then releases into an epically massive orgasm that tears through my body almost painfully.

It occurs to me that Zach just made me orgasm three times in less than an hour, and yet, we've never even kissed. Hell, we never even got fully naked--the biggest concession he was willing to give was in pulling my underwear free of my body. Zach has eaten me out twice, producing massive, rolling orgasms, and yet I've never felt those full lips upon my mouth.

This is just weird... the way our sexual relationship has progressed, but then I realize that I moved forward on his terms, not on my own, which are rooted in a culture that typically starts the foreplay at a kiss. Zach's foreplay starts with a solid grip to the back of the neck.

Fascinating stuff, yet ultimately wasted knowledge from a scientific p

erspective, because I could never publish this research.