The sight, so erotic, pushed her over the edge. She gripped the table edge and screamed as the first shock speared right through her body. The pleasure just kept coming, shard after shard after shard of pleasure so intense, she bucked and twisted. By the time he lifted his mouth off her and bit her inner thigh, all Tessa could do was gasp.
He stepped out of his shorts, gripped her thighs, and hauled her to the edge of the table.
“Oh my God.” Her mind wouldn’t work. Her body was lifeless. She scraped a hand through her hair
and let her arm drop over her face. “Jesus.”
The soft sound of a foil packet crinkled in the air a moment before Zach hooked his thick bicep under one thigh and opened her. Then his cock was pushing into her. She gasped and moaned, clutching his free arm where it was braced on the table. Zach’s head was down, his gaze watching his penetration, over and over and over, a little deeper each time. So hot. So fucking hot. His moves were so fluid and confident. His body beautiful and powerful. And when he thrust fully inside her, stretching her until her breath caught and her body strained, only then did he let go of restraint.
With his hands braced on the table, her thighs still over his shoulder, he leaned in, stretching her, opening her, pushing so deep, she felt him everywhere. In the burn of her pussy, the pressure in her pelvis, the tightness of her throat. “God, Zach… God.”
“Mine,” he murmured, pulling out, then smoothly thrusting home. “Mine.” He thrust again, a full tip-to-balls thrust that moved her whole body, inside and out.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but her throat trapped the sound. Her nails dug into his arm for the next drive. And the next. Each a perfectly smooth, perfectly deep, perfectly powerful stroke of ecstasy. One after another after another. No break, no pause. Steady, hard perfection. Taking her higher and higher and higher. His eyes burned into hers. Watching her reactions, feeding off her pleasure. A pleasure he controlled. Slowly. Deeply. Passionately.
“P-please,” she choked out.
But Zach held on to the rhythm of perfection. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, his gaze sharp and demanding. “I’m gonna keep you here. Right here. Under me. Wanting me. Begging me.”
“Zach,” she panted, lifting her hips, seeking release.
“Right here, right now, you’re mine. All mine,” he said again, his teeth gritted, his thrusts strong and purposeful. “Let go, Tess. Let go of all that control you hold on to. Give yourself to me.”
Tessa dropped her head back just as his thrust hit home. She arched and cried out, but he withdrew too soon, leaving her on the edge of climax.
“So good,” he ground out. “So fucking good.” He lowered his head and licked into her mouth, then whispered, “Let go, Tessa. Give me everything.”
Sweat slid over his forehead and down his temple. He put extra power behind the next thrust, and she almost climaxed. She could taste the release on her tongue, just before it slid away and out of reach again. The stress of unfulfilled climax plunged her into disappointment, and when the next thrust came, she didn’t have the energy to reach for it again.
“Oh, yeah.” Zach’s voice dipped into the depths of dark, gritty pleasure. “There it is.” And he thrust again. “That’s it. Right there, baby.” His thrusts came hard and fast, but no less fluid. Hammer after hammer after hammer of smooth, deep penetration. He dropped to his elbows. One hand slid into her hair and fisted. His gaze locked onto hers. “Mine. Feel it, Tessa.”
“Yes.” The word came out of nowhere but felt perfectly right.
“That’s it…” Glide, hammer. “Let go, Tessa,” Glide, hammer. “I’ve got you.” Glide, hammer. “Give it, Tess. Give it to me.”
As if he had more control over her body than she did, Tessa rose to his words and broke to his will. The orgasm slammed through her body like an earthquake. Ripple after ripple after ripple of pleasure twisted and tortured her into euphoric ecstasy. Tessa cried out, dug her hands into Zach, into the table and hung on as Zach’s own release pummeled him with hard jerks of his powerful body while dark sounds of ecstasy vibrated in his throat.
Zach fell to his forearms on the table and dropped his forehead to her chest. His hot breath cascaded over her sweaty body. Tessa tried to form a thought, but her brain wouldn’t pull together. She was obliterated and still shaking.
Zach stayed there a long time. As their breathing quieted, the sound of the ocean waves drifted in. The room’s silence seemed loud in the wake of the blood rushing in her ears. And as soon as her mind started to work again, Tessa wished she could turn it off, because all the worries pushed in and tried to steal the raw pleasure lingering.
Finally, Zach pushed up on his hands and looked down at her. She couldn’t read the expression, a little wary, a little joyous, a little confused. “That…” His gaze went distant a moment, puzzled, before he shook his head, “was one for the record books.”
Tessa was too wrung out to even laugh. She managed a shaky smile and met his slow, sweet kiss before he pulled from her body and straightened on wobbly legs. He held out his hands to help her up. All she had the strength to do was take them. Zach moved her to the sofa, leaned in for another kiss, and whispered, “Cleanup. Be right back.”
Zach stood at the sink in the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was all over the place, his lips were swollen and red, his face was flushed, and scratch marks curved one biceps.
That had been way more than one for the record books. That had been…
He didn’t know how to classify it. Zach had been with plenty of women. He’d had great sex. But this…this was different. It wasn’t about the sex—though that was fan-freaking-tastic. It was something else. Something more. Or maybe his head was messed up because of Sophia and the custody issue and Tessa’s role in Sophia’s life. He’d never felt an overwhelming need to own someone. He’d never thought of a woman as his. Not even the few women who’d been special enough to call girlfriends.
Had to be Sophia. Or maybe it was Tessa’s situation.
“God…” He didn’t know.
Zach splashed water on his face and watched it drip off in the sink. Damn, he wanted her. He wanted her and Sophia with him.
His whole fucking life had taken a one-eighty.