Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

Leaning his body over me, he brings his mouth to mine and gives me the sweetest of kisses, lightly grazing my teeth with his tongue. Then he kisses me deeper... then deeper yet. My hands come up to his chest, and I tweak at his nipples. He rewards me with a groan and thrusts his tongue hard against mine, followed by a harsh pant that I suck greedily into my mouth.

When Zach finally pulls his face away from mine, he braces his hands on the mattress and looks down at me intently. "I think I just learned something important."

"What's that?" I ask as I run my hands down the contoured muscles of his arms.

"There was never any emotion when I fucked women in Caraica. I only focused on how it felt to me physically."

"And that's different now?"

"It's different with you," he admits. "Just a few moments ago... I was trying to fuck you like I'd fuck a Caraican woman. Absolute control, zero emotion. I was trying to prove to myself that I'm in control of my life."

"You are in control," I assure him as my fingers glide up to stroke his face.

"Not with you," he murmurs. "Not totally."

"Zach... I have no problem at all with surrendering my will to you when we are intimate. You can put me on bended knee time and time again, and I'll love it. But only if you don't hold back. You have to promise to never hold yourself back from me. As a modern woman... it's something I need. I can't keep emotion out of this."

His eyes go soft, and he smiles gently as he nods in understanding. "Duly noted."

Zach brings one hand to my breast and pinches my nipple. "But just because we're having this conversation about feelings and emotion doesn't mean that I'm not going to fuck you so hard right now that you'll feel it for an eternity. I'm going to make you a slave to my cock. You may walk away a little bruised and a whole lot sore when we're done, but you'll be begging me to do it all over again to you. I promise you that."

My eyes go wide at the aggressive tone in his voice, and my body practically melts underneath him. "There's my uncivilized man," I whisper.

Yeah... I'm sore. After Zach threw my legs up over his shoulders, proceeded to pound my body with brute force, and after he made me come twice that way, he flipped me over and continued on. Any time he got close to coming, he'd slow down, sometimes pulling all the way out of me, and just caress and kiss my body. It was torture, but only for a while before he'd slam back home.

Yes... he enslaved my body.

And he held nothing back.

He moaned, grunted, and cursed over the pleasure he was feeling. Digging his fingers into my flesh, he lashed at me with his tongue. He spoke filthy words to me, courtesy of Google, and it turned me on even more.

When he finally came, he did it with a roar that practically shook the rafters before collapsing on top of me. I was afraid Randall would come barging into the room. Thankfully, I think his room is in another wing of the house.

Zach rolls off me to lie on his back. His breathing is harsh, and his skin moist with sweat. I don't hesitate for a second, but slide my body next to his and lay my head on his shoulder. He doesn't move or touch me in any way, and I listen for a while as his breathing finally comes back under control.

Bringing my hand over, I lay it on his chest and softly caress the hard muscles there. I can feel them leap to my touch.

"Do men and women only sleep together in the same bed after they're married? I remember my parents slept in the same bed together," Zach asks me.

I smile to myself and sit upward so I can look down at Zach. Balancing one hand on his chest, I tell him, "No, you don't have to be married to do that. Why do you ask?"

Zach shrugs his shoulders. "Just wondering. We've never done that before."

"Do you want to sleep together? Do you want me to stay here with you tonight?"

Reaching over his body, Zach grabs my hand and moves it down his body until my fingers nudge his cock. He's completely soft yet still amazingly large, his skin still slightly moist. Pushing on my fingers, he urges me to take him in hand, and I never think once about denying him.

I stroke him softly and he makes a low, humming sound in his throat, his cock pulsing against my palm.

"I think it's best you stay here tonight," he says with a sly grin on his face. "I don't think I'm finished with you yet."

God, I hope he's never finished with me.

Chapter 17

Zach

I sit at the back of the boat as Clint motors across the lake water. My eyes dart between Moira to my left, and Cara to my right. I compare the two ladies because I find it fascinating that I'm in the company of two equally beautiful women, yet only one really appeals to me.

What is it about Moira that sets her apart?

Is it the fact I know her body intimately? Is it because she's knows me better than Cara does?

Or is it because she lets me dominate her and that appeals to my inherent need for control?

I don't think that's it... not totally anyway, because I'm finding the concept of control is subjective.

For example, Cara is quite lovely. She's wearing a hot pink bikini that's not much more than a few triangles of shimmery material that barely covers her breasts and pussy. Her long, blonde hair is loose and blowing in the wind. Her lips are full, and I'm betting she would give an amazing blow job.

But she doesn't have much going on in the brains department. She only seems to want to talk about herself and what nail polish would go best with her tan. I had to suppress a laugh when Cara swung a long leg across, placed her foot on my thigh, and asked me what I thought about the color of her toenails.

Like I could give a shit.

Moira just rolled her eyes and turned her gaze out over the water.

While Cara is almost completely naked, Moira is wearing a T-shirt over her bathing suit and a pair of denim shorts. I do notice that her toenails are painted a pale pink and it makes me want to worship her feet, which just goes to show you... maybe the color does make a difference.

Clint slows the boat until its idling and turns to face us. "Okay, Moira. It's your turn. Are you ready?"

Moira stands up from her seat and gives a gaming smile. "Sure. I told you I pretty much suck at water skiing, but I'll give it a go."

We've all had a turn so far. Cara and Clint are quite good, but I learned that they pretty much spend much of their summers on the water, drinking beers and wine coolers and soaking up the sun. Rough life, for sure.

I did amazingly well when it was my turn. It was exhilarating to get pulled behind the boat with the wind whipping at me and the spray of the water keeping me cool. According to Cara, who made a point to put her hand on my bicep after I got back in the boat, I'm good at skiing because my upper arms are so strong.

Moira rolled her eyes at that too and even snorted, which caused Cara to narrow her eyes and glare at her.

It's hard to avert my gaze when Moira pulls her T-shirt over her head, revealing a much more modest bathing suit top in black, her breasts--which are smaller than Cara's--are adequately covered. I'm pleased by this because I haven't failed to notice the way Clint watches Moira. She shimmies out of her shorts, revealing black bottoms that cover her ass nicely, with delicate straps that rest over her hipbones.

Fuck, did I pay a lot of attention to her hipbones last night between my tongue and my fingers digging in there. I'm surprised she's not bruised.

Clint helps Moira into the life vest, and I want to growl in frustration as he fastens the straps across the front. But there's nothing I can do because Moira doesn't want anyone to know that we're fucking each other. And by the way I want to pummel Clint into the boat deck because of the way he's standing too close to her, it would be obvious that we're fucking if I were to do that.

Cara stands up from her seat and says, "I'll drive this time."

While Cara gets behind the wheel, Clint helps Moira with her skis and getting into the water. I turn in my seat to watch her, noting the determination on her face as she takes hold of the rope, the tips of her skis bobbing out of the water in front of her.

Her eyes cut to mine, and I give her an encouraging smile. She rewards me with a quick grin that is so bright that it actually tightens my stomach in longing to see it again. Yes, that smile is definitely something that sets Moira apart.

Cara looks over her shoulder and calls out. "Is she ready?"

Moira nods and yells, "Giddy-up."

The engine revs as Cara starts it forward with smooth speed, and I watch as Moira easily lifts up out of the water. She gets all the way up with no issues, her gaze focused on the boat.

Cara increases the speed a bit, and Clint yells out, "You're doing great. Bend your knees a bit more."

Moira does as directed, and she looks steady. A slow smile comes across her face and I just sit there, enjoying the beauty of my lover as she skims across the water.

I know Moira won't have the upper arm strength to stay up long, and I'm actually itching for another chance to get back out there. This is one of the most fun things I've done since I've come to the States... exclusive of the time I'm sunk deep inside of Moira.