Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

"I think," he says thoughtfully as his eyes go down to watch the way his hand is working me, "I want you on top. We haven't done that yet, and I took great interest in what you just said."

What did I say? I wish I knew because my head is spinning over the sensations he's creating in my body right now.

"You want me on top?" I gasp as his thumb circles me a little rougher, and my body starts to seize up.

"I want you in control," he growls. Those five words, which just transferred all of his power over to me, throw me over the edge. An orgasm rips through me and I practically shriek out my release, uncaring if anyone hears me. A half sob pours out of my mouth, and my hips gyrate on his hand as I milk every tremor and throbbing pulse out of my climax.

When my body settles slightly and my vision clears, I look down to see Zach gazing at me with lustful reverence. "So fucking sexy."

I stare back at him, mute. I can't think of sufficient words that would convey what this means to me. But he doesn't give me a chance and still proves that he's not relinquishing total control.

"Get on my cock, Moira. Ride me," he orders.

Yes, he just commanded me to do something, and yes, I'm going to obey him. But from this moment forward, at least for this night, I'm going to be in the driver's seat. I'm going to be the one calling the shots.

Placing both of my hands on his chest, I push backward so I'm sitting straight up. Zach's eyes flick to my breasts and he starts to reach a hand out toward them.

"Uh-uh," I softly chide him, and lightly swat him away. "Put your hands behind your head. You seem to enjoy that position."

Zach's lips curve upward in an amused smile, and his eyes glitter with excitement. For a man that is absolutely used to dominating a woman and being in total control, he looks like he's bound and determined to enjoy this. He tucks both of his hands behind his head but tilts his pelvis upward insistently to spur me onward.

I lean my body forward and bring my lips to his. I kiss him lightly and sweetly, just for a brief moment. Just until his mouth opens underneath of mine. Then I bite his lower lip and tug on it, causing him to groan and pump his hips upward.

Releasing my hold on him, I lick at him to alleviate the sting, and then trail my lips over his chin and down his throat. He angles his head backward to give me better access, and I enjoy the abrading scratch of his stubble against my skin.

Zach isn't usually one for words when we're having sex, so I'm surprised when he murmurs, "I love the feel of your lips on me. You're the only woman who has ever kissed me."

My heart turns over and I almost falter in my path, but then my desire to pleasure him ratchets up and I lightly suck on his neck, just above his collarbone, before I give him a little stinging bite.

Zach hisses through his teeth and one of his hands pops free to cup the back of my head. I lick at his skin and merely reach a hand up to lace through his fingers, pulling him away. "Keep your hands behind your head. No touching."

He groans in frustration but obeys me, and I find the power of this to be heady stuff. Even though I had a tremendous orgasm just a few minutes ago, I already find myself tightening back up with voracious desire.

My lips blaze across him, down his chest, to where I love on his nipples with my tongue and my teeth. Zach mutters a curse and his body tenses as I scoot myself backward so I can lick and kiss at his ribs and stomach. I dip my tongue into his belly button and swirl it around, then move a bit further down so I can pay some attention to his hipbone.

I place my open mouth on his skin there, my breasts swaying. When they brush lightly against his cock, I feel a little bit of the pre-cum wet my skin, and the knowledge that he's weeping for me causes me to suck hard against his flesh. Zach's hips buck, and he mutters, "Holy mother of God, Moira. Will you just fuck me already?"

I can't help the giggle that comes out of my mouth, and I give him one more soft kiss before I lift my head up. He's staring down his body at me with such piercing intensity that I can feel a flood of moisture escape from between my legs.

Moving forward a bit, I raise up on my knees so I'm hovering over his cock. Reaching down with one hand, I wrap my fingers around the length of satin-covered steel and swirl my thumb around the top. Lowering myself just a bit, I bring the tip of his shaft to my pussy, where I rub it back and forth through my slick folds, and I can't help but let out a soft moan over how good he feels against me. I bet if I continued to do this for just a few minutes, I could make myself come.

"Moira..." Zach lets out a low rumble of warning.

My eyes draw up lazily to his, and I'm overwhelmed with the almost insane look of need in them. For a brief moment, I think about rolling off him and letting him have his way with me. I know he'd be all over me in a heartbeat if I did so, but I push that thought aside. I'm not sure I'll have another chance like this with Zach because I find myself living every day with him like it's my last, knowing that at any moment, he can decide to leave to return to his home.

I lower myself onto Zach's cock, slowly sinking on to him. My wet desire makes entrance easy and my flesh expands and forms around him, pulling him in deep and wrapping him tight.

He groans deeply... almost like an animal in pain... a sound such as I have never heard from him, and I watch as his eyes squeeze shut. I lower myself more, all the way, until he's lodged deep inside of me and our pelvises are pressed tight against one another.

I hold still, I wait... just until Zach's eyes open and he looks at me. I see need, craving, absolute desire. I pretend for a brief, foolish moment that his need is for me... for Moira, and not for just my body. I hold onto that feeling, even as I tell myself I'm going to get hurt by pretending he feels something that's probably nothing more than a ghost of a fantasy for me.

When I can't bear that look any more, I rise up and sink back down on him, watching the color of his blue eyes darken with pleasure and near relief.

I raise and lower, raise and lower, riding his cock like he ordered me to. But I go slowly, drawing it out for both of us, showing him a different way to make love. Amazingly, Zach doesn't hurry my pace, keeping his hips still with unbelievable power and control. There is no mistaking, however, the fact that he is enjoying this ride. His jaw is tight, his eyes are heated beyond nuclear as they stare at me, and his chest starts to heave.

I decide to change it up a bit and slam down hard on his cock, gasping at the fullness within me. Zach's hands fly free from behind his head and clamp down on my thighs, his fingers digging in. I rise up slowly, and then slam back down again, overflowing with sexual dominance when Zach yells out, "Fuck, Moira."

I do it again, and again, starting to not only pick up the power of my movement but the pace as well. I move above him, my breasts bouncing and my legs quivering with fatigue. Reaching behind me with one hand, I cup his balls in my hand and massage them.

Zach's hips buck violently upward, and he starts a holy chant. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

My movements become frenzied and, before you know it, Zach's hips are thrusting counter to my every move, deepening within me and hitting me in just the right place. His hands snake up to my hips, and he uses his strength to grind me down hard onto his cock.

I feel his balls constrict in my hand, and I know he's close.

"Give it to me, Zach," I whisper as I bounce up and down on him. "Come for me, baby."

Zach slams me down on him one last time and his head arches backward, his chest heaving off the bed, every muscle and vein in his neck standing out in stark relief. A vicious groan of release pours out of his mouth as I feel him start to jet inside of me. I watch, fascinated, as pleasure washes over his face and his harsh pants fill the room with the evidence of his stormy release.

I pull upward on his cock, push back down again slowly, and another violent shudder quakes through his body.

"Oh, God," Zach groans as he trembles. "I'm still fucking coming."

I pull up and push back down again, and his entire body jerks as another shudder rips through him.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" he asks in wonder as his eyes open and he stares at me in disbelief, his chest still rising and falling as if he's starved for oxygen.

I take my fingers and run them across his lips, staring at him contemplatively. "I'm liberating you, my uncivilized man."

Chapter 21

Zach

My mood is dark and stormy. It sort of matches this stupid, fucking nightclub that Clint and Cara have dragged me to. Again, the invite was just to me, but I made sure to invite Moira. When we arrived and were shown to one of the VIP areas where Cara had directed us to meet them, I could tell by the look on her face she wasn't happy to see Moira. By the way Moira stood stiffly by my side, I could tell she wasn't happy to be in Cara's presence either.

But there was no way I could bear a night with Clint and Cara without her by my side. No, that's not exactly right. I don't think there's any way I could bear a night away from Moira, which is another thought that feels dark and stormy within me.

I'm suffering under a swell of emotions when it comes to the beautiful red-haired woman I've been fucking... and fucking well. She's consuming me, and I hate it and love it at the same time.

Every morning, I wake up before her and because I've become accustomed to not only sleeping on a soft mattress, but also having her body wrapped up close to mine throughout the night, I take advantage of my morning wood and make sure we both start the day off with an amazing orgasm or two.

Because we spend almost every minute of the day and night together, I find myself becoming closer to her than probably anyone else in my life with the exception of Paraila. We have long talks about the amazing discoveries I'm making. Just yesterday, we sat outside a tiny, downtown Atlanta cafe where we sipped iced coffees and talked about terrorism. I've been reading up a great deal about the attacks on 9/11, a monstrous occurrence that appalled my senses. To think that something of that magnitude had occurred, and I had been blissfully unaware of it while sequestered in the sanctity of my tribal home, sort of puts things into perspective for me. This new and modern world I've been immersed in is bright and amazing, filled with wonder and potential.

But it's also harsh and so much more violent than the rainforest that I have to wonder why people want to live in this society at all. It only seems to cement my inherent desire to return home.