Releasing my hold on her neck and removing my hand from between her legs, I quickly take off my shirt because I don't want anything impeding the view of her backside. I quickly unbutton my jeans and unzip them, going carefully because I'm swollen so hard, there's barely any room left. Giving a quick push of material, I slide the denim and my underwear down past my hips and free my cock.
Pearly fluid is leaking from the head and, using my hand to guide myself, I rub it over one of her ass cheeks, creating a glistening path of over her pale skin. "I'm wet for you, too."
"Please," Moira begs.
I bend over and grip her by the back of her neck again. "Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Zach."
"It's coming," I promise her.
I guide my swollen shaft to her pussy, rubbing the head through her wet folds. The sensation is overwhelming, causing a tightening of my muscles from head to toe. I lean my hips in slightly and push into her just an inch.
She's so fucking tight, but her slickness sucks me in just a little further. I watch as Moira's ass cheeks clench in anticipation, and her fingers dig into the plush carpeting. Now that I'm lined up perfectly, I release my hold on my cock and grip her hip. I wait for just a moment, relishing in the graceful lines of Moira's back and the way her fiery hair is spread all over the carpet. Her face is turned to the side, and her profile is exquisite. Eyes slightly open, her lips turned upward in a pleasurable smile. I'll never forget this as long as I live.
With one coordinated move, I pull back on her hips and slam my own forward, lodging my cock in deep, my pelvis pressed flush against her ass.
A groan tears out of my throat because that first feeling of her pussy completely enveloping me is almost more than I can bear. Moira gives a soft cry, and her eyes squeeze shut.
I stay still for a moment, but then Moira contracts her inner muscles around me, squeezing my shaft deliciously.
"Fuck," I grunt out and, in an involuntary reaction, my hips pull back and I slam back forward again, trying to replicate that feeling.
Moira moans long and low, and I want to prolong that sound, so I pull back and slam forward again. But then I still once more, taking a deep breath and trying to get back my bearings. I can't lose control. Normally, my couplings are slow and steady, a forceful dance to assert my dominance and show the strength of my reserve.
I prepare to pull back slowly, so I can ease into her again and torture her exquisitely.
"Zach?" Moira says softly.
"Yes?"
"Don't hold back on me," she says with need. "Give it all to me."
Oh, fuck.
My body trembles over those words and the craving that seeps out of her. This is supposed to be about me... about my dominion and authority. But her words cause my body to clench tightly with the need to burst forth in a supreme, hardcore fucking. I squeeze my eyes shut, envisioning a slow mating, but Moira slays me again.
"Please, Zach."
"Fuck," I hiss out at her and pull my hips back, slamming into her so hard that she scoots across the carpet a few inches and my balls slam almost painfully against the backs of her thighs.
Moira cries out, "Yes," and it's all over for me.
An animalistic need courses through me. Tightening my grip on her neck, I start repetitively slamming into her, my skin slapping against hers so hard it sounds like thunderclaps. I look down at my cock tunneling in and out of her slick pussy and feel the last vestiges of my control snap.
I fuck her mercilessly, fearful that I might be tearing her up from the inside out, but unable to stop myself. My body lurches into her, my chest heaves, and my cock drills her hard.
Moira tries to writhe underneath of me, but I hold her tight. If not for her moans of pleasure, I would be worried I was hurting her, but I'm not sure anything could stop this tempest that I'm unleashing on her body.
Deep, penetrating thrusts.
Skin slapping... her warm, wet muscles massaging me to near madness. The smell of our mutual arousal coating my senses.
As I heave my body against hers, I can't help the grunting noises that start to come out of me... reminding me that at this moment, I'm more animal than human.
I fuck her hard, throwing every bit of reserve and control out the window.
Moira's soft pants of "Yes, yes, yes," fuel me on as I drill into her over and over again.
Suddenly, Moira's entire body spasms and her inner walls clench onto me in a warm, wet vice as I realize she's orgasming. She screams so loudly that I know her throat will be sore tomorrow, and I feel my own balls pull upward tightly, prepared to rocket my seed deep into her body.
I release my grip on her neck and bring that hand to her other hip. Angling both of my thumbs inward, I spread her ass cheeks apart, just so I can get a better look at the way my cock, which is wet with her desire, speeds in and out of her with frantic need.
My own climax starts boiling, and a warm flush spreads across my skin. My head spins as I slam into her again and again, until finally I'm firing off into her. My entire body falls onto her back, pushing her flat to the floor as I start to come. I have no control over myself. Even as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, my hips continue to pump at her backside, my cock only able to make shallow purchase but still moving within her until I'm absolutely and completely milked dry.
Even after I'm empty, tiny spasms continue to run up and down my spine, in what must be the longest, hardest orgasm I've ever had in my entire life.
I never knew.
Never knew it could be this way.
Never knew that losing control could be so fucking satisfying.
Chapter 10
Moira
"Please don't stop," I beg Zach, my hands gripped tightly in his hair as his tongue laps furiously between my legs.
He raises his head slightly and stares at me hard. "About time you came to your senses."
I giggle... the sound escaping before I give it thought, and he grins at me with shiny, wet lips. Then I push his face back down to my pussy, so he can start feasting again.
Not five minutes ago, my cries had all been, "Stop, stop".
I was completely overwhelmed that Zach wanted to go down on me just minutes after he had ejaculated inside of me. He had rolled off my body, lying on his back beside me on the carpet. I turned my head to look at him, saw the flushed satisfaction on his face as he stared at the ceiling, even as his chest still heaved with exertion.
He turned his head to the side and stared at me, and my heart flipped over as I saw desire still there, but also a small flame of tenderness. He moved lightning fast, surprising me since he looked beyond wrecked after that frantic fucking he just unleashed on me.
Grabbing me by the shoulders, he flipped me onto my back and pulled my underwear free of my body. Before I could even utter a protest, he spread my legs wide and moved in between them. Staring at my pussy, he said, "I need you on my tongue again."
"Wait--" I tried to tell him as he started to lower his face.
"No," was all he said, and then he ran his tongue straight up my middle, capturing my own wetness along with his semen that I could feel trickling out.
My hands came to his head and tried to push him away. "Zach... stop. Let me take a shower."
He lifted his mouth just long enough to say, "No," and then he dove back down again.
I was so thoroughly shocked, mortified, and completely titillated that he didn't mind lapping up our mixed essences. But then again, Zach has no real concept of our culture's sexual boundaries.
Not that this was necessarily a boundary. It's just that I never would have imagined a man wanting to do that, but Zach is a man that makes his own rules.
I've never had a man come inside of me without a condom before. But I never gave it a moment's hesitation when I was at that moment just before Zach slammed his way inside of me. He'd had a complete health screening while we were still in Brasilia, and even though I figured there were no sexually transmitted diseases within his tribe, the added assurance from the doctor made fucking without condoms an absolute must-try in my opinion.
Even now... I can't muster up enough energy within me to care that I've broken my own code of morals when it came to submitting to Zach. The minute he pinned me to the ground, I knew I had no fight left. I didn't care about anything other than feeling him inside of me, knowing that I could potentially be throwing away my career.
It just didn't matter.
Having Zach was too consuming of a need for me to try to battle against it.
Oh, the things the man can do with his tongue. He's a fast learner, but he has his own style. I've never had a man's mouth so dedicated to that sensitive place between my thighs.
Zach is almost like an animal... and I'd like to imagine him as a powerful, sleek jaguar that sees me as his sexual prey. His tongue laps, flutters, flicks, and plunges. When he groans in pleasure, it vibrates against my flesh. He absolutely gorges himself on me. He doesn't leave any part of my pussy neglected and as I rake my fingers into his scalp, my cries turn from "stop" to "more".