Zach kneels down before me, taking off my hiking boots and socks. He peels my pants and underwear off me, and I use the opportunity to touch him by resting my hands on his shoulders for balance. I even drag my fingers through his hair, loving the soft but slightly longer locks. He purrs under my fingertips and nuzzles my stomach briefly.
Standing up, he alleviates me of my sports bra and then takes off his clothes before pulling me under the hot spray of water.
Zach washes me, oh so gently. He takes great care massaging shampoo into my hair and working the conditioner in so every piece is coated with the silky liquid. He lathers his hands and runs them over every square inch of my body, his eyes never leaving the path that his trails are blazing. He's oh so gentle between my legs, making this not about sex, but about caring for my body in a way he never has before.
When I'm clean, he wraps me in a towel and proceeds to soak up every drop of water from my skin.
Then I'm up in his arms again, and he takes me to my bedroom, where he peels the covers back and places me in bed. Crawling in beside me, his hands reach out to pull me in close... my front to his.
My cheek settles against his chest, which beats a steady tune, and we just lay in the silence. Zach strokes my back and presses kisses to my forehead, yet he says nothing. My eyes start to get heavy and, before I know it, I fall asleep.
My eyes fly open, and the first thing I notice is that it's dark outside. My room is lit softly by the small table lamp that sits to my right, but it casts heavy shadows outside of the perimeter of my immediate vicinity.
I turn to the other side of the bed and see it's empty and, for a brief moment, I think maybe I dreamed that Zach was here. But no... I'm naked in my bed and clearly, someone was lying beside me as evidenced by the rumpled covers.
Lifting my head up, I glance to my right and my heart stutters. Zach is in a small settee chair that sits beside my window. The moonlight filters in across his dark hair, casting silver glints on it. He's beautifully naked, his long legs stretched in front of him. He has one hand resting lazily on his thigh, the other cupping his chin in his palm while his elbow rests on the chair.
"What are you doing over there?" I ask, my voice still rough with lazy slumber.
"Watching you sleep," he says simply. "You must have been exhausted."
I nod my head and rub my eyes. "Yeah... I guess I was."
Zach pushes out of the chair and walks to the end of the bed. My throat goes dry at his complete magnificence. He looks cut from marble; the dark shadows in the room making the angles of his muscles look almost harsh in their formation. His cock is half erect, and I lick my lips as I stare at it in fascination.
"Eyes up here," Zach chides, and my face goes red as I look up at him.
He bends over, pulling the cover and sheet away from my body. My nipples go erect from the cool air hitting them, as well as Zach's hot gaze.
Slowly raising a knee up, he crawls onto the end of the bed and makes his way up my body, pushing my legs apart as he goes.
Never one for subtlety, his hands cover my mound and pull the swollen folds of my center apart. His mouth descends on me, his tongue shockingly hot and probing. I groan deep in my chest, my hands coming up to his hair to dig in tight and hold him in place.
Zach uses his tongue and his lips to love on me... in a way that I know he loves, because he's done it to me often enough. He's become so skilled at his oral play that, within just minutes, he has me cresting in climax, but he doesn't let up on me. He keeps at me, lashing at me with his tongue, sucking hard and then gently at me. His fingers come in to play, and he keeps his face between my legs for what seems like hours until I come again.
My fingers pull tight on his hair, and he lifts his head up to me. I can see my moisture glistening on his lips from the lamplight, and he gives me a sinful smile.
"More?" he asks.
I shake my head, and he looks disappointed.
"What are you doing here, Zach?" I ask, my need for answers demanding this be addressed.
Sighing, Zach continues to crawl up my body, where he settles his hips against mine and rests his elbows to the sides of my rib cage. Leaning down, he kisses me softly... so softly I barely get a taste of my essence clinging to his lips.
"I came back for you," he tells me when he pulls his mouth away from mine. "I never should have left the way I did. It was wrong, and I'll always regret it."
"I went looking for you," I tell him, my voice small, the hurt over his abandonment coming out fresh again.
"I know," he says as he stares down at me. "I called Randall when I got to the States, and he told me you were there. I was going to get on a plane immediately and fly back over there to find you, but he urged me to wait."
"And you've been here at my house the whole time?"
He gives me a sheepish grin. "For three days and... um... I sort of had to break in. You're kind of missing a small pane of glass on your back door, but I taped over it."
"You broke into my house?" I ask with amusement.
"I didn't have anywhere else to go," he says as he leans down to kiss me again.
"Not true. You could have gone to Randall's. You could have gone to a hotel."
"No, I couldn't have. I needed to be as close to you as possible. I missed you so badly; this was the only place I could be. And I was going crazy with worry, knowing you were out in the Amazon... alone... unprotected. It was torture waiting for you."
"Now you know how I felt when you left," I say in a chastising voice.
"I know," he says softly and lays his head on my chest. I can't help myself. My arms come up to circle around his head, and I hold him tight to me. "I'm so sorry, Moira. I was out of my mind with worry and grief, and I let it push you aside. I should have never done that."
I hold him to me, feeling his skin against mine... feeling his warm breath against my breasts. "Randall told me that you had made the decision to stay with me... just that morning before you left."
Lifting his head, Zach looks at me sincerely. "Yes. I wanted that more than anything. I still want that... if you do."
"You'd leave your home... forever... to be with me?"
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yes, but for how long? For all I know, this was just a chance to get another fuck in," I say quietly.
Leaning down, Zach takes a nipple into his mouth and tugs on it gently. When it pops free, he looks up at me with dark eyes. "Yes, I plan on fucking you a lot. Hard and repetitively, and I'm going to be taking that ass again soon because there is nothing fucking better than to be lodged deep inside of you that way. But... you and I both know this is a whole lot more than just about fucking. This is about the heart."
Said heart seizes, constricting inward, and then bursting out in hopeful abandon. "It is?"
"You know it is," he says with confidence. "I have fallen so deeply in love with you, that there is no where I can possibly be except by your side. Nothing means as much to me as you, Moi
ra. Not Caraica, not Paraila, not the tribe. It's you. It will only ever be you."
Tears fill my eyes, because I am so joyful to be hearing those words from Zach's beautiful lips. My hands come up and caress his face, pulling him down to me for another kiss.
It's light and gentle, filled with love, care, and tenderness.
"Tell me you love me too," Zach says urgently. "I only heard it once from you, and I need to know you still feel it... deep down here." Leaning down, he presses a kiss over my heart.
"Yes, Zach," I breathe out in a rush. "I love you so much. I nearly died when you left me. I was so crushed. Please don't do that to me again."
"Never," he vows just before bringing his mouth down on mine for a punishing kiss. I groan and my hips arch up. His erection lays heavy against my lower belly, and I rub up against it.
Hissing through his teeth, Zach rears up, pulling me in his arms. He rolls so he's underneath me and I come up on top, straddling him.
"Ride me, Moira," he commands.
I swallow hard and place one hand on his chest for leverage and with the other, I grab onto his cock. I give it a hard squeeze, which causes Zach to moan, then I position it to my entrance and slide oh so far down his length.
I feel deliciously tight and full when I'm completely impaled on his massive shaft. Before I can start to move, Zach's hands reach up to cup my face. He pulls me toward him and leans the rest of the way up, so our mouths can meet again. He kisses me once more, as if he can't get enough of that intimate touch.
When he releases me, he lays back down flat and brings his hands to my hips. "Remember the first time we made love this way?"
I nod with a smile.
"You liberated me that day... made me see that I didn't have to have absolute control all the time. You tamed me... showed me how to be a civilized man."
I laugh low in my belly and rub my hands on his chest. "Silly man... I could never civilize someone like you. I wouldn't want to."
"I'm not that wild man you brought out of the jungle anymore. I've learned to adjust... to accept... to experience."
"Because you are an amazing man, Zacharias Easton. Still wild... completely beautiful to me... and always evolving."
Zach surges upward, wrapping his arms around me and driving his cock in just a little deeper. I give a soft moan but focus on Zach, who brings his nose in so it's almost touching mine.